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i need to make a visualosity

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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?

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[ Perhaps for the best, the unamused expression that's drawn on 9S' face is obscured by the visor. ]

It was part of my job to know how to do maintenance. I don't have any of the tools that'll let me fix it right here, but...

[ Crunchy arm means the process of peeling back some of the metal frame of his body is made a little easier, though if the grimaces 9S makes is anything to go by, it isn't the most pleasant of experiences. Don't ask me how this works with artificial skin, canon never tells me. Anyway. It ends up exposing metal, wires, iron rods—that sort of thing. ]

A lot of this got damaged. Like this here—

[ Cue him going into a really technical explanation of what's broken and what would need to be replaced... ]

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[jiuqing listens attentively - this isn't something she's seen before, but she's a quick learner, and though his explanation is rather technical, there's a lot she's able to figure out for context, just by paying attention to what he's saying at the same time as he's working with his own arm.

the end result is that she asks the occasional clarifying question and watches as he makes adjustments to his arm. with enough time and effort, she thinks, it could probably be smoothed out from how it's been crushed - although that does seem like it would be painful.]

...I see, that makes a certain amount of sense—

[too bad her machinery lessons will be discontinued after he fUCKIN DIES ("you haven't found his body" HIS PROFILE IS GONE HE'S PROBABLY DEAD)]