open-ish | i'm just trying to find my way to you

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CHARACTERS: EMMA SWAN and HOOK, SIX; and GOLD; others as they happen
LOCATION: Medical Bay ; Floor 013 ; others as they happen
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Catch-all for September closed logs.
NOTES: If you wanna hit Emma up for anything, feel free to drop your own starter in this post, or get in touch with me.

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sad trombone

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[ Caprica steals a glance back at them both as she leads them away, half-wry, half-mischievous, although the nuances of looks are probably lost in misshapen bones, too many teeth, even if these changes are slowly beginning to reverse.

It's nice of Killian to notice. ]

The machines remove the nanotech affecting mutations, [ she explains, through slight speech impediment. It's been too long a day for her to pretend self-consciousness about it. ] They don't immediately heal what they've done. It's going to take time for the original nanotech to do the hard work, but the milder symptoms will stop within a day.

He's right. I've already been.

[ The machine is free, conveniently, and Caprica comes to a stop at the controls, clawed fingers tapping in instruction. The round chamber shows life in the form of illumination, cool and eerie. It's ready to go, with the bed pulled out hard from one end. ]

On your back, [ she answers, with a crooked half-smile that is even less subtle than usual.

Quickly back to business. The bed is covered with a thin layer of paper -- very sanitary -- and smoothed out with her hands. Her fingers are splayed hard so as not to tear anything with jagged claws. ] But I recommend changing into a hospital gown, at least. The nanites are extracted through the skin as well as orifices, and it gets a little messy.

[ There's a look tossed to Emma, a little curious, and a little prompting. Help the pirate out. ]

i WAS WONDERING BUT DIDN'T WANT TO ASK

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[ So they know each other.

As a result, Emma looks younger, feels more like a tagalong in a continuation of a conversation than an instigator, eyes wide while she keeps quiet. Her reaction only really becomes judgmental in either direction when Six makes her order: on your back.

That’s more than just knowing one another. Her eyes dart quickly between the two of them, the ghost of a question parting her lips before failing on her tongue. In its place, her eyebrows knit together to frame her searching expression. All rhyme and reason dictates that she really has no business wondering, and yet.

Have they—?

Unwilling to give herself enough time to analyze why she cares, she moves straight on to holding her attention on Six. Her gaze holds more scrutiny, as if evaluating while the spindly, disfigured woman speaks. That does little good to help alter her focus once Emma’s eyes lift back to Caprica’s and find the expectant look there.

Dumbfounded, she battles the desire to crawl out of her own skin.

Finding herself unwilling to continue looking at Caprica for fear of feeling too damn exposed in those eyes, Emma turns to Hook. No, wait. That’s no better. She takes a startled breath and blinks, trying to school her expression into something more neutral as she searches for words. A beat passes before she finds them. ]

I’ll ... give you two a minute.

[ Her fingers flex, tightening into a fist and relaxing periodically at her side in the pursuit of something to occupy them, quelling the thrumming urge to reach up and offer to take his jacket for him. She turns to go instead. ]

EMMA CALM DOWN

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[ Well, this is informative. Any promiscuous rejoinder Hook's got planned for Caprica is interrupted by Emma's reaction, and he ends up watching her, brows raised and tongue pressed to the back of his teeth in thought. Which is almost a sarcastic remark in and of itself, that bemused expression, but he does hold back on more overt commentary.

He reaches out to place a hand on Emma's arm before she even manages a full step. The gesture's unhurried, all suggestion and no force. ] Come on, Swan. This is hardly the most compromising position you've seen me in.

[ Remember that time with the hospital gown and the handcuffs, or with the swords and the innuendo, or you get the idea. Clearly redirecting all promiscuous commentary towards Emma is the best way to help her feel comfortable with the situation. And while her sudden backpedaling isn't ideal, it's an admittedly welcome distraction; better to keep busy trying to keep her from bolting than processing statements like extracted through the skin.

He casts a short look to Caprica, as chastising as it is amused, and then he's stepping away from them both to slide his hook into one of the gowns folded neatly nearby. ] I'll be back in a moment. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves.

[ Sorry, Emma. That's him excusing himself to the privacy of the next room to change. Which will take all two of your tags, so have fun ok!! Don't kill each other xoxo ]

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[ Natasi watches Emma. And then both of them. A smirk slanted back at silent chastisement that has her turning her back so as to double-check the programming. It would be a bad idea to extract the wrong kind of nanite.

(If an interesting one.)

Hook's walk away has her steer a glance over her shoulder, slate-blue eyes watchful and neutrally interested before fixing again on Emma. Sharp smirks and coy looks aside are gone in place of a gentler consideration, and she pulls herself away from the machine as it hums its readiness. As far as potential romantic threats or conquests go, she is a tired, raw iteration of such. ]

I hope you're not going to leave.

[ She is tall, and moves like a tiger. ]

The machine is unpleasant. More unpleasant than I can explain to people who come from certain kinds of worlds. He'll want you here when it's over.

Is your name really Swan?

[ Like the bird? :D? ]

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[ Hardly the most compromising position.

She swallows her tongue, and immediately, images of Hook lying on the bed across from her surface, rather than any consideration of him laid up in a hospital bed or unconscious and cuffed to a radiator. Willingly compromising. Numbness pushes a tingling sensation through her skin, spreading from where his hand touched her arm, and she drops her head until Natasi speaks up.

A bit like a surprised woodland creature, she whips her head towards the blonde, eyes wide and searching. Defensive in response to pure instinct rather than any reasonable cause. ]

Uh … Yeah. [ What did she think it was? Some weird pet name? The shrink of Emma's shoulders betrays her, leaving her small and cornered and bewildered that anyone would want her here. Even Hook. Six pointing it out, perhaps, surprises her the most, but she stays rooted to her spot, and abandons any pretense of leaving. ] Is he gonna be worse coming out of that thing than he is going in?

[ With Hook out of the room, expressing concern for his wellbeing poses less of a problem. Emma wants the real-talk. ]

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Yes.

[ Someone should tell her to work on her bedside manner. Caprica pauses, has to consider if the most literal answer is actually the best one, the most informative, before trying again.

She starts by moving closer, standing within conversational range despite that she has a good several inches of height on the other woman. Lifting her hands between them, they are offered for observation, so Emma can see better for herself the war wrecked on Caprica's skin. ]

And by yes, I mean that it'll be new pain, new injuries, when the nanotechnology is extracted, and even mild symptoms will take some time to subside. It might not seem like a solution, or it might feel like something's going wrong.

[ Emma isn't leaving, so Caprica doesn't press the point on her staying. ]

But it won't.

[ Her hands drop. ]

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[ It looks terribly painful. Only when Caprica drops her hands does Emma raise her gaze, searching the other woman's face. She has to be run through this process, too. Her symptoms are fewer and further between, though, and her own condition is the last thing on her mind. ]

Great.

[ Raising a hand, she brushes hair behind her ear, looking uncomfortable with her general level of worry. She shoots a glance over her shoulder in the direction Hook vanished to, drawing an awkward breath. ]