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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[xerampelinae]

[ 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. ]