Thanks. I just… want the people on call to be able to step in on short notice. [He sends his cabin number and the sign above him reads “Chopped a man’s hand off with an axe to save him from a bomb”.]
[He feels a little bit of weird deja vu; that kind of efficient action in a crisis is better than he would have guessed for Malcolm. Or for most Earth people, for that matter, though his sample is definitely skewed.
He arrives a few minutes later with a brisk knock, and a sign hovering over him that says Bit the hand that fed him.]
[Malcolm steps aside so Jedao can enter. The cabin is a large, open concept loft, with floor to ceiling bookcases inset with cases of antique weapons flanking a stone fireplace at one end and a bed and dresser in front of a large half circle window at the other. There are headboard wrist restraints with long straps laying openly on the bed. Just inside the door is a stairway up to another room or set of rooms. Between the living and sleeping areas, a large island dominates the kitchen. On it, four prescription pill bottles are lined up tidily next to a card holder full of affirmations. There are stools lined up along the near side of the island.]
Jedao notes it all; he feels a little jealous of the restraints, a little fascinated by the weapons, and has an odd little flicker of homesickness at the array of pills. They remind him of Mikodez, he realizes after a moment.
None of it is why he's here, though, so he doesn't let his attention linger.
He gets the sparkling water from the fridge and pours two glasses, handing one to Jedao.
“Kikimora is upstairs. She spends most of her time there. If you’re covering here, please don’t touch the weapons cases or the pills, but you’re welcome to anything in the fridge. Also, the tv comes down from the ceiling in front of the fireplace. I’ll show you where the remote is.”
"The - oh, like an external augment," Jedao deduces after a moment. "Is there a frequency you'd like me to check in on her, or should I respect her space as long as she's in here?"
Jedao nods. "Alright. Have you found things she likes? Or things I should definitely not do? I don't expect her to suddenly like me or anything but I don't want ot antagonize her by accident."
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[Jedao's sign helpfully says, Looks like a cinnamon roll, is actually a cinnamon roll, but also could kill you.]
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[He feels a little bit of weird deja vu; that kind of efficient action in a crisis is better than he would have guessed for Malcolm. Or for most Earth people, for that matter, though his sample is definitely skewed.
He arrives a few minutes later with a brisk knock, and a sign hovering over him that says Bit the hand that fed him.]
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[Malcolm steps aside so Jedao can enter. The cabin is a large, open concept loft, with floor to ceiling bookcases inset with cases of antique weapons flanking a stone fireplace at one end and a bed and dresser in front of a large half circle window at the other. There are headboard wrist restraints with long straps laying openly on the bed. Just inside the door is a stairway up to another room or set of rooms. Between the living and sleeping areas, a large island dominates the kitchen. On it, four prescription pill bottles are lined up tidily next to a card holder full of affirmations. There are stools lined up along the near side of the island.]
Do you want some tea or coffee? Mineral water?
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None of it is why he's here, though, so he doesn't let his attention linger.
"Oh - mineral water, please, if it's no trouble."
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He gets the sparkling water from the fridge and pours two glasses, handing one to Jedao.
“Kikimora is upstairs. She spends most of her time there. If you’re covering here, please don’t touch the weapons cases or the pills, but you’re welcome to anything in the fridge. Also, the tv comes down from the ceiling in front of the fireplace. I’ll show you where the remote is.”
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