ASR: Elizan gives Solena a completely normal checkup

[15/01/2016 2:56:12 PM] NeonProdigy: It's not too long after her initial check up with Lunaro where she left behind her doctor's bag for Elizan, who, somewhat ashamed of herself, has put the rubbing alcohol away again and put it back under lock and key. She's set up her office some more, beginning to get something of a decent looking infirmary going in the room. She is also trying to ignore some somewhat more biological and emotional urges after that aforementioned run in with the hot alien bird...

[15/01/2016 3:03:27 PM] Madeline (Splat): There’s a knock at Elizan’s door. On the other side stands one Solena Lumiar, first mate extraordinaire, with the forgotten doctor’s bad slung over one shoulder. She stifles a yawn as she waits for the other woman to answer—last night was another late one. Insomnia’s one hell of a drug. She had considered pawing through Elizan’s bag to see if there was anything she might want to help herself to, but managed to talk herself out of it after some consideration. First impressions are important, after all!

[15/01/2016 3:06:08 PM] NeonProdigy: Elizan shakes herself free of any thoughts of hot birdmen and opens the door. "O-Oh! You're the ah, the first m-mate! Hello th-there, how can I help you?"

[15/01/2016 3:09:52 PM] Madeline (Splat): Solena offers a smile. “Just stopping by to drop this off.” She nods toward the bag. "I’ve just come from the kitchen, and Lu told me you left this there.”

She slips the bag off her shoulder and offers it to Elizan. “He said you,” and here she imitates Lunaro’s accent, “‘zeemed to be in quite ze hurry,’ so I figured I’d help out."

[15/01/2016 3:13:19 PM] NeonProdigy: "O-Oh!" Elizan takes the offered bag back, holding in front of her and smiling a little. "Th-Thank you, I t-totally forgot about this..." She then lets out a small giggle at the imitation of Lunaro. "A-Actually, since you're here, d-do you have a m-moment for a quick ch-checkup? That's why I w-was with Lunaro earlier in the f-first place, and I'd like t-to have a b-baseline for the whole crew so I kn-know what I'm working with, if I'm g-going to be the sh-ship's doctor for the time b-being!"

[15/01/2016 3:17:19 PM] Madeline (Splat): Solena blinks. “I… Sure, I guess. I mean… I don’t see why not. If you’re, uh, doing those for everyone.” She looks a little nervous, eyes shifting away from Elizan’s face. “What, um… What do those entail, exactly? The checkups I mean.”

Realizing her discomfort is probably obvious, Solena quickly composes herself, and smiles again, albeit in a much less open way.

[15/01/2016 3:19:45 PM] NeonProdigy: Elizan is pretty well acquainted with discomfort and notices immediately. She raises her hands, doctor's bag hanging from the crook of an elbow. "N-Nothing too bad! J-Just a f-few questions, a short ph-physical examination, I j-just need to know s-some basics!" She tries to smile in a comforting way.

[15/01/2016 3:24:24 PM] Madeline (Splat): Though she still looks a touch unconvinced, Solena nods. “Alright, that sounds reasonable… Just um…” She trails off, brow furrowed. “Well, we’ll see how it goes, I guess.” She doesn’t really know how to broach the subject of her… Modified physical status, so she opts to just wait and see what Elizan says, and address any concerns as the appear.

There’s just not a simple way to tell someone “well y’see I was raised as a super soldier and have a lot of fucking weird issues because of that, so be prepared for some weird shit.” Especially when you’ve only just met them.

[15/01/2016 3:27:27 PM] NeonProdigy: "W-Well all right then!" Elizan says with a cheerful smile. "P-Please come on in. You can t-take a seat and we'll g-get started!" The doctor moves aside, inviting Solena in.

[15/01/2016 3:36:24 PM] Madeline (Splat): Solena steps into the room and takes a seat. She looks around the room, taking in the various ways in which Elizan has made herself at home, before her eyes settle on the doctor herself. She watches Elizan expectantly.

[15/01/2016 3:38:18 PM] NeonProdigy: Elizan lets Solena take her seat and then sets her bag down on a counter, rifling through it and pulling out a data tablet and her notebook. "R-Right, so, have you h-had any notable injuries or illnesses in the past year or s-so?"

[15/01/2016 3:40:18 PM] Madeline (Splat): “Nothing especially notable, no,” Solena says, after thinking for a moment. “Nothing that isn’t part of the job description, I mean.” She grins. “A few cuts and bruises, I guess."

[15/01/2016 3:42:29 PM] NeonProdigy: Elizan makes a small smile in return. "W-Well, that w-was even including the 'job description', but th-that sounds like you're fine. Um, wh-when was the l-last time you've had an examination, if you d-don't mind me asking? Also, if you're aware of a-any pre-existing c-conditions you m-might have, please let me know!"

[15/01/2016 3:47:32 PM] Madeline (Splat): Solena taps her foot as she thinks. “The last examination I had was probably… Before…. Hm. I Guess it’s been about five years.” She gives Elizan a sheepish grin. “Terrible, I know, but in my defense I can’t exactly go see an Empire sanctioned doctor, y’know? As for pre-existing conditions…” She trails off, scratching her neck and looking off to one side. “Well. It’s kinda complicated. I know I run a natural fever, if that helps anything?"

[15/01/2016 3:55:38 PM] NeonProdigy: "Ahh, of c-course, that's r-right, you w-wouldn't be able to g-go huh... Well, I'll just b-be sure to m-make up for it! And c-complicated huh... well, it m-might help a bit once I know more!" She takes out a stethoscope and puts it on. "Now, I'd like to check your heartbeat, so if you're c-comfortable with it, could you please r-remove your shirt? I h-have a g-gown if you're n-not comfortable or d-don't have anything on underneath..."

[15/01/2016 3:58:48 PM] Madeline (Splat): “Gown? Oh, nah, it’s no trouble” She unzips and removes her jacket, revealing the sports bra she’s wearing underneath it. She tosses the jacket over the back of a chair. “This is fine, right? I mean, if you want me to strip further…” She trails off with a wink.

[15/01/2016 4:04:03 PM] NeonProdigy: Elizan blushes a bit but recovers much faster than with Lunaro. "N-No, th-that won't be n-necessary!" She holds up her notebook in front of her face to hide it for a moment until she calms down a bit. Honestly is the entire crew going to get flirty with her? She approaches and, unlike with Lunaro, warms up the end of the stethoscope a bit. "P-Please take a couple of deep breaths," she says, placing the diaphragm over the center of Solena's chest.

[15/01/2016 4:05:56 PM] Madeline (Splat): After chuckling at Elizan’s reaction, Solena composes herself and obediently takes a few deep breaths.

[15/01/2016 4:10:53 PM | Edited 4:11:24 PM] NeonProdigy: Elizan listens, crouching forward a bit to reach Solena since she's sitting, and nods. "Okay, good, everything sounds good th-there!" She smiles, and glances over to see the scarring at Solena's neck. Her smile fades into a frown and she takes a closer look at it as she pulls the stethoscope away. "Um, s-sorry for asking but... how did you get this scar...?"

[15/01/2016 4:13:45 PM] Madeline (Splat): Solena looks startled, then frowns. “Is that question… Necessary? For the examination… Of course I’ll tell you, if you must know, but…”She gives Elizan a flat look. “If not, well, it’s kinda personal."

[15/01/2016 4:21:00 PM] NeonProdigy: "N-No it's just..." She glances at the OBVIOUS signs of some form of implantation being removed forcibly. That sort of implant would have had to be a tracker. Possibly even a sort of internal compliance insurance would have been in there... This sort of thing... She rather quickly and unable to keep the nervousness out of her voice, moves over to her bag again. "N-N-N-No, s-sorry, s-s-sorry! It's n-not necessary f-f-for this examination!" She retrieves the tablet she used earlier when Lunaro was breathing in the examination nanocytes and a scanner. "If you c-could just hold st-still, this is a v-very s-simple w-way t-to check your ph-physical, u-um, b-baselines!" She runs the scanner over Solena's body, looking at the tablet, biting her lip.

[15/01/2016 4:29:21 PM] Madeline (Splat): Flat expression still in place, Solena watches Elizan scramble for a moment. When asked to hold still, she nods and obeys. She keeps her expression neutral as she watches Elizan’s face, waiting on her response to whatever that scanner is about to pick up. She suspects it will be telling.

[15/01/2016 4:35:55 PM] NeonProdigy: After a few more moments of scanning, Elizan turns away and puts away the scanner and tablet in her bag again. She keeps her back turned to Solena, speaking with her voice lowered slightly. "...Well. You're in quite g-good physical condition. I also was.... I was p-picking up..." She tries and fails to address the issue of the swarm of nanocytes in Solena's body. She coughs and turns back around, her face neutral. "...S-So! Are you on any f-form of m-medication?"

[15/01/2016 4:40:21 PM] Madeline (Splat): “No.” Solena decides to keep that answer short.

She’s looking at Elizan in a way that is both expectant and resigned, now. “Is there… Anything else you wanted to know about?” She speaks haltingly, and watches carefully for the other woman’s response.

[15/01/2016 4:43:06 PM] NeonProdigy: Elizan tries to keep up her smile, but the changed atmosphere around Solena now... she hangs her head. "A-Actually th-that w-was an important question... y-you... I p-picked up a r-rather EXCESSIVE amount of n-nanocytes in your b-body with th-that scan... h-how l-long have you h-had them? B-Because long t-term use in th-those quantities h-have s-serious negative effects..."

[15/01/2016 4:53:49 PM] Madeline (Splat): Solena sighs. “Yeah, I uh. Figured. You’d pick that up.” She shifts in her chair. “Where do I start… Um…” After some hesitation, she flicks her eyes back up to look at Elizan, sizing her up. “I’ve had them for… Quite some time…”

She trails off with another sigh. This is harder to say than she thought. She can’t exactly ask this random woman if she’s familiar with Project Martian, after all. She looks helplessly at Elizan. “What do you think, Doctor?"

[15/01/2016 5:02:50 PM] NeonProdigy: Elizan looks aside, trying not to let guilt or any other emotions show up on her face, the phrase Project Martian on the tip of her tongue, Solena's apparent age and continued existence making her guess Second Generation, but she's NOT bringing THAT up, not letting on how much she knows about THAT if she can help it. She looks back to Solena, knowing that the easiest thing to do, the BEST thing to do... is be a Doctor. "Wh-What have you b-been taking f-for the side effects?"

[15/01/2016 5:09:43 PM] Madeline (Splat): “Honestly? Whatever I can get my hands on.” Solena offers a wry smile. “I know, awful. But then so are the side effects, so…” She shrugs. “It’s not a fun situation.” An understatement if she’s ever made one, but she’s sure Elizan is familiar with the kind of side effects she’s dealing with.

[15/01/2016 5:11:29 PM] NeonProdigy: Elizan nods. "I c-can imagine you'd b-be desperate for s-some form of r-relief yes..." She rubs her chin. "I know this m-may sound rude b-but, d-do you know if you've f-formed any addictions to anything you've b-been medicating yourself with?"

[15/01/2016 5:16:33 PM] Madeline (Splat): Solena scratches her neck. “Um… Maybe? I can’t say I really… Keep track. And then the nanocytes speed up my metabolism so that anything I take has to be… Excessive.” She coughs. “I… Might be an alcoholic. Maybe. I mean, I don’t think so, but…” She shrugs, looking down at the floor.

Well. This has become suitably awkward. Great first impression as the ship’s second-in-command, Lumiar! Truly, you are a beacon of authority.

[15/01/2016 5:19:47 PM] NeonProdigy: Elizan just nods in understanding. "W-Well, at l-least this p-partially answers m-my next question of 'Do you drink, smoke, or take recreational drugs?' !" She chuckles, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

[15/01/2016 5:25:57 PM] Madeline (Splat): Solena responds with another wry smile. “Yeah, I guess it does, huh?”

She laughs. “Geez, this must be like… Everything you don’t wanna hear from a patient, huh? ‘Gee whiz, doc’” she affects her voice into a silly falsetto, “‘I’m just full of nanocytes and doing all the drugs! No biggie!’…” She scratches her neck again. “Sorry for… um… the mess. I guess.” She looks embarrassed.

[15/01/2016 5:32:36 PM] NeonProdigy: "W-Well! We don't g-get the patients we want, just the patients we get, I always s-say! Th-The fact that you've found s-something that's worked f-for you is p-pretty impressive and applaudable even! Th-Though I'd l-like to g-get you off of t-taking whatever you c-can find and m-make a b-better, more reasonable, l-less addictive and harmful prescription f-for you! I'll come up w-with something for you in a f-few days, s-so no worries!" She jots down quite a lot of notes in her notebook. "Um. Th-The last question I h-have f-for these s-sorts of ch-check ups is a b-bit personal b-but..." She coughs, blushing a bit. "H-How m-many sexual partners h-have you h-had in the p-past year, and are y-you aware of any s-sexually transmitted d-diseases you might have?"

[15/01/2016 5:38:03 PM] Madeline (Splat): With a small sigh, Solena seems to relax slightly at Elizan’s speech. She’s happy to know that the doctor doesn’t think too badly of her questionable life decisions, at least. She even manages a small chuckle at the obvious discomfort Elizan takes in asking her last question. “Just one, and no, I’m clean.” She winks for good measure, feeling some of her confidence return.

[15/01/2016 5:42:07 PM] NeonProdigy: "R-Right th-th-then!" Elizan notes this down as well, red faced, before snapping closed the book. "Um, I m-may ask you t-to come in for some b-blood work, g-get a better idea of wh-what all you have in your s-system so I c-can b-better tailor y-your m-medication, b-but other th-than that I've g-got everything I n-need! Ordinarily I'd ask f-for a r-respiratory test, but I use n-nanocytes to r-run long t-term tests for th-that, and the last th-thing you probably n-need are more of th-them!" She hands Solena the jacket the first mate took off earlier.

[15/01/2016 5:46:51 PM] Madeline (Splat): Solena shrugs her jacket back on and nods. “Sure thing, just let me know when you need me.” She smiles. “And thanks for the checkup, even if things were a little…” She makes a vague hand gesture.

“I’ll leave you to it. Unless…” She gives Elizan a thoughtful look, then seems to rethink something. “Ah, never mind. I’ll be seeing you around, Doctor Shukra,” she says with a smile, heading for the door.

[15/01/2016 5:50:53 PM] NeonProdigy: Elizan gives a shrug, not hard considering she tends to keep herself a bit hunched up anyway. "Awkward? W-Well, I'm u-used to it, n-nothing new r-really. I'm s-sorry th-that it w-was awkward f-for you th-though!" She notices Solena's pause, a comment on the tip of her tongue, it seemed, before deciding against it, and starting to leave. "Ah, y-yes! I'll b-be in t-touch with you again s-soon, have a g-good day!" She says with a smile.

[15/01/2016 5:58:27 PM] Madeline (Splat): Solena waves as she exits the room, then heaves a sigh once the door has slid firmly shut. Elizan… Took her, um, condition remarkably well, all things considered. After a moment, she shrugs and continues off down the hallway, resolving to worry later about what that might mean. For now, she’s relieved that her checkup went as well as it did.

[15/01/2016 6:02:41 PM] NeonProdigy: Elizan watches her go through the door, then once the automatic door shuts... "Holy sh-shit," she whispers under her breath, "A-A-A Martian Project Subject????" She glances back at the cabinet she'd made use of earlier, wondering if it was too late to dive straight for her nice bottle of Red Rocket. But no, especially considering Solena's own condition, it'd be incredibly unprofessional. She runs her hands through her short hair, trying to calm down. Well. At least this is a definite way to try and make up for all the things she's done. She hadn't been a part of the project itself, but the projects she'd worked on were in the same vein. Still, to think a runaway scientist would end up on a ship with a runaway experiment...