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You say "Cha'leket?" Oh, yes, she does sound just a bit sheepish. "Are you
busy?" into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and announces "Ahh, my sister lives?!" Riley's
tone is faintly teasing and altogether cheerful. "Happy birthday, Corian, how
fares the day?" in Riley's voice.
You say "Quite well. Many thanks for the gift, Riley--it is absolutely lovely. And I am most sorry that I did not comm you last night." into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and announces "I am glad you like it. It's okay,
I assumed you were catching up on sleep. Clara said you were all right." in
Riley's voice.
You say "I did sleep, yes, and I am most glad that Clara passed along the
message. I do hope that you didn't worry too much, cha'leket. I did not
intend for that to be the case." into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and announces "Ah, but it's my job to worry.
Somebody has to do it and all, still, I'm glad you're back and all right." in
Riley's voice.
You say "I am back, and just fine, yes. And, as I do not forsee another foray
off-planet in the near future, you will not have further need to worry." She
pauses a beat, then inquires, with one of those segues, "Did Honalee mention
to you what she sent for my birthday? And were -you- the one who told her
about the costume ball?" into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and blares "Um, it may have come up, although I think she brought it up," Riley sounds somewhat confused. "Maybe Clara or Kramer mentioned it. What'd she send?" in Riley's voice.
You say "A costume." Oh, and the absolutely unthrilled nature of her tone suggests just how pleased she is with said costume. "I managed to catch her this morning, and she was being... very Honalee."" into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and says "Should I be afraid?" Riley is trying
very hard not to sound amused, but he's failing terribly, and odd snickering
noises are occuring." in Riley's voice.
You say "You should. I most certainly am. I will just have to hope that nobody
recognizes me." into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and blares "I'm looking forward to the event
certainly, it should be quite an adventure. I shall have to abduct you to
dance at some point." in Riley's voice.
You say "*pause, then amused* That would be lovely, with the lone exception
that I would have to admit that I was, in fact, the one in this ridiculous
costume." into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and says "It hides that well? Hrrm, maybe I'll bring a scanner so I can find you then." in Riley's voice.
You say "I do not know that... hides is the appropriate word. But she was kind
enough to send a mask, as well." into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and announces "Hrrm," he sounds amused, "Maybe
I'll call Honalee and ask -her- what it looks like then, so I can track you
down and claim a dance." in Riley's voice.
You say "Riley, please do not do that. She will -tell- you." And then Corian would just have to die of embarrassment. If there's one thing worse than actually wearing the thing, it's having her brother and her great-grandmother discuss it. "I will find you. I promise."" into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and announces "Okay, okay," He's not snickering, really. "I'll behave, as long as I get a dance out of it." in Riley's voice.
You say "You will get a dance out of it. There is no need to call Honalee. I will be the one in the green and brown." into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and announces "I'll be in black, although
entirely recognizable I'm afraid. My costume's not exactly creative. I'll
admit I tried to get out of it, but I'm required to attend, so I figure on at
least enjoying the occasion." in Riley's voice.
You say "Most certainly, you should. Clara will be there as well, yes? That
should aid in your enjoyment." into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and announces "I hope she is. She does not seem
thrilled with the idea. I would not want her to attend unwillingly." in
Riley's voice.
You say "I do hope she will attend, though, you are correct, she should do so because she wishes to do so." She could come to make fun of Corian? No, no, Corian's not going to say that. She's thinking it, though. . o O ( They're all going to -look- at me. Evil Honalee. )" into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and announces "I've got my fingers crossed that she will, but I will not press the issue." in Riley's voice.
You say "That is likely wise, yes. Ah... the time. Cha'leket, I have an appointment. May we continue our conversation later?" into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and blares "Certainly, certainly, I should really be getting downstairs myself. It's good to hear from you though, thank you for calling. Words from you brighten any day." in Riley's voice.
You say "You are most welcome, and many thanks for your own kind words." into
the communit.
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You head towards the Medical Bay.
Medical Bay
Even the circulation of air can't quite keep the antiseptic smell from this
room. Immaculately clean, the tiles of the floor are the same pristine white
as the walls. Gadgets and gizmos abound. The highest medical technology
available for all the races that might conceivably come to the station are
present. A pair of beds near the door provide places for emergent cases,
their bioscan devices ready for monitoring. Doors lead to rooms for surgery,
short-term care, and long-term care. (OOC note: To set your room doing, try
'I'm <doing>'.)
Contents:
Corian, standing by the door.
Clara, standing by the door.
Jay, standing by the door.
Obvious Exits:
Short Term Care Chief's Office Elevator Lounge
You arrive from the Second Floor Elevator Lounge.
Corian pauses a beat upon seeing Jay, silvery-blonde brows lifting
fractionally. She doesn't comment, though, the better to avoid drawing his
attention to herself, and instead heads over to Kramer or whoever else might
be at the desk.
Jay breathes the name, "Giani... an ethereal name for one who surely is a fae princess lost among mere mortals." He seems to have completely forgotten Clara's presence, though Corian's entrance does elicit a distracted nod.
Clara catches that glimpse of familiar figure and flips the chart closed to tuck under one arm as she comes up behind Corian, leaving Giani to, ah, attend to Jay. "Corian? Hey there...is everything okay?"
Corian doesn't want to know anything about rehabilitative therapy that may be necessary for Jay's injuries. In fact, after returning her cousin's distracted nod with a faint smile, she turns her attention to Clara. "Everything is just fine. You had suggested that I return, though, I believe? I was unsure, as I was not altogether myself at that point, so I thought that coming down to see which was the case might be a good idea."
Heaving a melodramatic sigh of appreciation, Giani flutters the fingers of one
hand before tossing back a cascade of blonde hair. "I'm afraid not, sir. Just
a simple nurse fortunate enough to attend to a such a gallant man. Is the
pain receding?" she asks, gently prodding at the previously be-electroded
place."
Clara's lips quirk into a faint smile as she dutifully leaves the former
patient in Giani's capable hands and getures towards the other bioscan area.
"Of course, of course. We'll just give it a look over?" she suggests, heading
over to twitch the curtain into place.
"Pain?" Jay remembers, hastily clearing his throat. "Oh, yes. Your touch does wonders, my dear. That," he notes with the faintest of winces- /now/ he'll be stoic, see, "is a particularly tender spot though." His blue eyes flick toward Corian as he overhears her, concern in his expression. Not even beautiful, adoring women can distract him from family loyalty.
A brief look of amusement crosses Corian's face as she catches bits of the
exchange between Jay and Giani. As she's following Clara, however, she
doesn't catch the concerned look. Maybe she planned it that way. "That sounds
like an excellent idea, yes," she agrees. "I would much prefer that it heal
properly, after all."
"You poor dear. Broken ribs are the worst," Giani mourns, carefully tugging the
shirt back down. At hearing a quiet, "Giani...code seventy-three," from
Clara, though, she glances up and nods once before venturing a patently broad
smile at Jay. "Can you sit up? Come now, let me help you," she offers,
attempting to assist.
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
"Exactly," Clara agrees after the quiet comment to the nurse, grinning. "Just
have a seat up here, and just pull this off enough so I can see your
shoulder," she murmurs, the curtain providing a grateful amount of modesty.
"Any loss of sensation in your fingers at all?"
Corian does the appropriate pulling-off-ing, with a quiet and vague murmur
about her own personal gratitude that Honalee is no longer at the Complex. "I
have not noticed any, no," she replies, wiggling the fingers in a brief,
graceful gesture.
Jay sighs slightly, now rather obviously torn between Giania and his concern for
Cori. Seeing the privacy curtain pulled, he allows the former to take the
majority of his attention, though he seems a tad distracted as he carefully
levers himself up, taking just the right amount of assistance from the nurse,
not too little, not too much. "Ohhh, such strong skillful hands. You are a
credit to the medical profession, m'dear."
"Whatever it takes to help a patient in need," Giani agrees in a quiet murmur. There goes the eyelash flutter, and a rather significant one at that. "Do you think you can stand? I'll be here for you if you need help," she adds quickly.
Clara's scanner clicks on to a faint hum as she runs it just above the shoulder, regarding the readout thoughtfully. "So far, so good," she murmurs, then half smiles. "I can imagine she'd ask rather more than I do?"
Corian inclines her head. "Rather more, yes," she agrees, with a faint smile.
"And she would be much less likely to accept the answers I am able to give, I
believe. She sends her greetings, by the way. She and I managed a brief chat
this morning."
Now darnit, Jay just never could resist a major eyelash flutter. Puffing up his
scrawny chest despite a lingering ache, he swings his legs over the edge of
the bed, gingerly easing himself to the floor. "Hmmmm. Easier said than
done." He gives Giani such a grateful smile. "Where would I ever be without
your assistance?"
That gets Clara's attention, most certainly, and she smiles warmly as she
begins a cautious manual examination. "Did you? Oh, that's splendid. How is
she? Well, I hope." She pauses for a moment, then adds, "Have you spoken with
Riley, yet?"
Giani tucks herself under the taller man's arm, beaming up at him unrestrainedly. "You would likely still be on that bioscan unit. The pain will fade by the end of the day, though, and you'll be completely healed in three days. Perhaps food would speed along the healing process?"
Corian glances briefly at her shoulder, smile firmly in place. Maybe she used
duct tape. "She is quite well, yes, just somewhat busy. And I spoke with
Riley just before I came down here, yes. Many thanks for passing along my
message."
Jay sighs dramatically. "Ah, food would be as ashes in my mouth, unless flavored by your presence. Of course... what time do you get off work, Giani?"
"Not a problem, of course," Clara replies somewhat distractedly, frowning at a
bit of reddened skin, then nodding at it. "I'd say there's no residual nerve
damage, although you may want to some sort of lotion into the scar as it
starts to lose the redness. Do you need any sort of topical analgesic for
itching or pain?"
"Now what sort of nurse would I be if I sent you off to eat all by yourself,"
Giani admonishes. "It's quite within my duties to assist you as much as
needed today, including lunch." Not to mention she's been given the almighty
code 73.
Corian inclines her head at that. "That would be most appreciated, yes. It has
not yet started to itch--though I worry that it will begin to do so in the
middle of the costume ball, where scratching would be... much less than
proper."
Jay beams happily. "In that case, my dear, I'll have to insist on buying you
lunch. I'll even take the good doctor's advice for once and rest, if you'll
tuck me into bed."
Clara stifles a soft laugh, nodding as she turns towards the cabinet to rummage
through it. "Go ahead and replace your sweater," she offers. "That would be
slightly inconvenient. I think I sat and stared at the blasted invitation for
a good ten minutes before deciding it was real. Don't ask what one of the
directors suggested I wear to it."
Briefly, an extremely long-suffering look crosses Corian's face. "I can most certainly sympathize with unusual... suggestions, yes." There's a brief murmur in Kashidian, in which Honalee's name is most definitely included.
Jay nods emphatically, silly over his apparent good luck. "Don't think I'm up
for a trip to the bistro." As he makes his way out, he calls firmly over his
shoulder, "Cori, I will talk to you later. Thanks for the treatment, Clara.
Especially the painkiller."
Clara returns and offers a tube of ointment, looking particularly amused as she lowers her voice. "Somehow I don't see Honalee suggesting you wear a rather skimpy bit of blue lingeree to the ball," she murmurs, then glances up and calls over the curtain, "Anytime, Jay. Giani, take good care of him."
Giani replies happily, "I will, Doctor. Don't you worry," before offering up a
patently sympathetic look to Jay. "See now? Don't you worry. I have special
orders just to make sure you get all better." Well, maybe they weren't
special orders, but close enough.
Corian grimaces faintly at Jay's words, though her tone is as pleasant as ever
as she calls, "Have a pleasant afternoon, cousin." She takes the tube with a
murmur of thanks, and a brief blink. "Honalee would not, but only because she
knows I would never be seen in any such article of clothing. She is careful
to keep her... suggestions only -almost- awful enough that I will not wear
them."
Clara chuckles affably, shaking her head as she nudges the curtain back again.
"Neither would I be seen in such, for that matter. I nearly thwapped said
director with my scanner." She peers back with curiosity. "What -did- Honalee
suggest? Or should I even ask?"
Jay definitely plans to to have a pleasant afternoon, yup. He grins winningly up or down at Giani, as the case might be. "Connections, darlin'. See what happens when the doc's a'trezla to an adoring cousin? Betcha he could even get us up on the roof for a night under the stars..." trails back as he exits.
Jay heads towards the Second Floor Elevator Lounge.
Jay has left.
Corian's air of martyrdom is overlaid with a trace of amusement. "There is no
need for you to ask, as you will see it, if you attend. Her suggestion
arrived this morning."
Clara winces in sympathy, reaching to to gather up her scanner and reholster it. "I think we'll be there, yes. When I asked Riley about it, he looked positively like he had something up his sleeve. I'm not sure whether to be frightened or not," she adds, sounding more amused than anything else.
Corian slides deftly down from the bioscan bed. "Riley's escapades, at least in situations like this, can be entertaining, at least. I look forward to seeing what -he- will be wearing." She chuckles quietly, with a fractional shake of her head, then says, "Many thanks for your assistance, Clara."
"As do I," Clara admits rather wryly, then inclines her head. "It's what I'm here for, Corian. Any time at all, of course. Ah...before you go...your friend. How is he? Have you spoken with him recently?"
Corian takes a moment to straighten her skirt. "I have not seen him yet today,
though I expect to do so. He said that he would rest somewhat before taking
another assignment, so I believe he will take the time to allow your
antibiotic to take effect."
Clara leans against a desk with a faint sigh of relief. "That's all I ask,
then. Between you and me, I really am rather worried about him. I know that
type of patient, and can sum it up in one word. Stubborn. But if he'll just
rest a few days, he'll be fine."
Corian inclines her head fractionally. "Tarrant most certainly can be stubborn, yes," she agrees, the barest hint of fond amusement in her tone. "But he will take care of himself. If nothing else, I will see to that. I owe him far too much to do otherwise, even if friendship did not suggest that."
Clara's hands slip into her pockets as she gives the other woman a considering look, then nods. "I believe you will, yes. Having a friend so close is a decidedly good thing. Even just the proximity of someone important to you can help speed healing." She hesitates, then flashes a grin. "Not to mention chicken soup. Or perhaps vegetable soup in your case."
Corian chuckles softly at that, with a brief nod. "I think, for Tarrant, I
could even bring myself to prepare chicken soup." Of course, she wouldn't
-eat- it. Goodness no, the horror. "Though it -would- be much simpler if
lasagna were able to suffice," she adds, a note of humor in her voice. "For I
already -have- lasagna prepared."
Clara lifts a hand, grinning outright now. "Now, now. Nothing wrong with
lasagna, most certainly. Goodness, eating in general, and particularly
anything as healthy as vegetable lasagna, is an excellent idea for anyone
trying to recover from injury or illness. Perhaps that and hot tea, then?
Call it doctor's orders for a nice dinner and congenial conversation. It'll
make you both feel better."
Corian's expression goes thoughtful, especially at the mention of congenial
conversation. "We could manage that, I suppose," she muses. Then, glancing up
once more, she offers a smile. "But I have taken up too much of your time
already, and must pick up some work, as well. I do hope you enjoy the
remainder of your afternoon."
Clara inclines her head again affably. "Of course. Have a good day, Corian. Let
me know if you need anything."
Corian offers a pleasant smile as she heads for the exit. "I will most certainly do that, though I do hope it will not be necessary."
You head towards the Second Floor Elevator Lounge.