countermeasures | chroma | catchall for 9s

[ 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?

[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...

[ ... ]

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

...

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?

[ 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... ]

[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)]

[ Oh he's hella dead. hehehehe. ]

It's not that complicated, once you get used to it– [ says the literal fckin robot ] –and it'd be easier to demonstrate if I had any tools, but...

[ With his good hand, he waves dismissively. ]

Maybe I can show you more tomorrow. Unless those pods in the medbay would actually work on someone like me...

[RATSHAKES YOU]

It's possible that they might - the only way to know for sure would be to try it out, wouldn't it...?

[but yeah... they can work on it when they have tools. for now - ]

Let me see the rest of your injuries. I can at least clean them up.

[ hehe! ]

It's just some scrapes... But fine, fine. May as well, since you've been nagging enough.

[ They're mostly around his face and legs, she'll find—spots where his usual uniform doesn't cover. ]

[well! she'll get the scrapes wiped clean, then. mostly clean. nothing that would interfere with how his body was at trial.

damn i should have had her keep the handkerchief with his "blood" on it in her bag so i could get scaped, oh well.]

[ I believe you'll find some other way.

So she gets that all done! And he does an awkward little fidget, and: ]

... Thanks.

[she smiles.]

You're welcome. I'm glad to help.

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