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i need to make a visualosity

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[she shakes her head]

Maybe right now you can. But what if something happens later and you need maintenance again, but the damage is severe enough that you need another pair of hands?

Show me what to do when your injuries are [her gaze flicks to his crushed arm] relatively minor, please. Hopefully it will never come to it, but then I'll be able to do more to help in the future if need be.

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[ ... ]

All right. Fine.

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Thank you.

[huh. he was easier to bully than he expected.]

Is there somewhere you prefer to do this? The medical bay would be easiest, but I also keep some supplies in my bag if you'd rather go elsewhere.

[since uh


his cyoa companions are almost certainly in there right now]

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[ They probably are! And being around people right now... ehhh. ]

Just—somewhere quiet. Anywhere.

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...shall we try the greenhouse on the roof? I don't imagine anyone will be seeing to the plants this time of night.

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[ He nods ]

Let's go.

[ No waiting for him; 9S heads towards the apartments. ]

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[she doesn't wait either! onward they go.



i hope he actually gets her to use the elevator because she's been using the stairs this whole damn time.]

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[ oh my god. girl yes please. he's going on the elevator. ]

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[


she follows him into the elevator but looks around uncertainly as the door closes behind them]

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[ Him, though? Doesn't seem terribly concerned about it. We going up. ]

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...are these normal where you come from...

[help she's so unused to machinery]

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[ ... ]

Oh. I guess you wouldn't know what an elevator is, would you.

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No... we didn't have them in Daxing.

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... Have you been going up and down the stairs this whole time?

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...well...

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[ cripes... ]

Use the elevator from now on.

[ Ding! They're already on the top floor. ]

You'll thank yourself later.

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[the doors open. she looks out.]

So fast...!

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Exactly.

[ He walks on out. ]

It won't be as much of a problem getting to your plants now.

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[a gentle correction:]

Our plants.

[but she follows him out! honestly i bet there are people pcing up here but you know what, it's fine. they've magically managed to come here at a time when no one is around.]

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[ The magic of pcs. Go away everyone. ]

... Erm, right... Speaking of, it—probably goes without saying that I missed watering them today.

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...that's alright. I can water them once I've seen to your injuries.

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[ Sounds like his cue to take a seat somewhere—on the nice cushiony seats. Then lift his arm a little. ]

So... what do you plan on doing with this?

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[his poor crushed arm...]

Splinting it may be an option, to keep it from getting bumped or damaged until someone who is able to set it right can see to you. That should also help it regain some of the correct shape...

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[ ... ]

Y'know, I wasn't lying when I said I knew how to repair it myself...

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...

Most people who have told me they can handle such things themselves have been lying. [MEN.] Could you show me how? Or explain it to me, if it would require two hands?