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[Knocking at his door; Saya said this one was the doctor.]
[There aren't many to choose from, Rosella's grounding in science being somewhat shaky. Chase expects the princess. Stops and tilts his head at an unfamiliar face in a well policed warehouse.]
Room service?
Room service?
Doctor Va-va-va-voom, right? Can I come in?
[Daisy's wearing something Saya would never have on her body, and converse sneakers, too.]
[Daisy's wearing something Saya would never have on her body, and converse sneakers, too.]
...Am I wearing my ID?
[Making a cursory show of checking, Chase backs up enough to let the girl through. She doesn't look like she's here to mug him.
And their sneakers match.]
[Making a cursory show of checking, Chase backs up enough to let the girl through. She doesn't look like she's here to mug him.
And their sneakers match.]
Yep. Va-va-va-voom, right there.
[She smiles a little]
Daisy Dulane, sugar. But if I used my dad's name it would be Wallace.
[Her accent is southern US, all drawling]
[She smiles a little]
Daisy Dulane, sugar. But if I used my dad's name it would be Wallace.
[Her accent is southern US, all drawling]
The resemblance is striking.
[-ly absent, but it doesn't require pointing out in more tedious terms. It does explain why she's wandering the halls.]
Robert. Satya must not have told me about the pet name. She sent you up here?
[-ly absent, but it doesn't require pointing out in more tedious terms. It does explain why she's wandering the halls.]
Robert. Satya must not have told me about the pet name. She sent you up here?
Aw, I'm the pretty one.
[She's in her early thirties, smiling and cheerful]
Sort of. She doesn't really like me to butt in and I usually don't. Can I call you Chase? I've noticed that's what everyone likes.
[She's in her early thirties, smiling and cheerful]
Sort of. She doesn't really like me to butt in and I usually don't. Can I call you Chase? I've noticed that's what everyone likes.
[It's not what Saya likes, which is the only reason he'd used his first name as an introduction.]
Of course. As long as you're going to tell me what you're butting into.
Of course. As long as you're going to tell me what you're butting into.
[She sits on the bed]
How much has Saya told you about our family?
How much has Saya told you about our family?
She told me there were a lot of you. Different accents.
[About the brother with one like his. About the father she saw die.]
She's told me what she wants to.
[About the brother with one like his. About the father she saw die.]
She's told me what she wants to.
Daddy wasn't exactly there for any of us but her, and mostly he was there for her because her mom was even more absentee than he could ever hope to be.
[She looks up at him]
That's all I expected her to tell, really. Maybe a little about Scholar since he's pretty much the only person she loves. But anyway.
[There's a pause]
Wow this bed is comfortable.
[She looks up at him]
That's all I expected her to tell, really. Maybe a little about Scholar since he's pretty much the only person she loves. But anyway.
[There's a pause]
Wow this bed is comfortable.
[And he only pauses for a second to consider whether that was flirting before dropping to sit beside her.]
You should know that I'm bad at impromptu therapy sessions. I also think only the really lucky kids wind up with both parents working together on screwing them up - but most of them have to deal with one or the other.
[He clasps his hands.]
I heard about Scholar. Not about you - and you care about her.
You should know that I'm bad at impromptu therapy sessions. I also think only the really lucky kids wind up with both parents working together on screwing them up - but most of them have to deal with one or the other.
[He clasps his hands.]
I heard about Scholar. Not about you - and you care about her.
[She shrugs]
Not here for that. I'm not screwed up, and I know, I know, that's the first thing screwed up people say, but seriously, I'm not.
I do care for her. Probably more than she'd like me to, and so here I am, contemplating giving away some of her secrets.
She ever tell you about any trips to the doctor? She ever come to you for anything like that?
Not here for that. I'm not screwed up, and I know, I know, that's the first thing screwed up people say, but seriously, I'm not.
I do care for her. Probably more than she'd like me to, and so here I am, contemplating giving away some of her secrets.
She ever tell you about any trips to the doctor? She ever come to you for anything like that?
Actually, some of us admit it.
[But, it's less important now. Though Daisy's question is a frustrating one.]
I... can't remember. I've lost around two years here, I can't even remember how I met her. Since I've been back, she's offered more help to me than I've been able to return.
She knows I'd be willing.
[And Daisy, you've already given away something for damn near sure, even if it's the confirmation of something already suspected.]
I see plenty of patients with unusual needs.
[But, it's less important now. Though Daisy's question is a frustrating one.]
I... can't remember. I've lost around two years here, I can't even remember how I met her. Since I've been back, she's offered more help to me than I've been able to return.
She knows I'd be willing.
[And Daisy, you've already given away something for damn near sure, even if it's the confirmation of something already suspected.]
I see plenty of patients with unusual needs.
But that doesn't mean she'd be willing, see? She doesn't ask for help. She doesn't ask for favors. If anything it's the other way around.
[Daisy looks at him for a long, long minute, and stands up]
The rest of us, we don't go. We don't need to. But she's more fragile than we are, in a lot of ways.
[Daisy looks at him for a long, long minute, and stands up]
The rest of us, we don't go. We don't need to. But she's more fragile than we are, in a lot of ways.
What does she have to prove?
[No, it's a genuine question. If strength and self-possession is an act, Saya already has it down. And yet never asking for help is in itself an act of weakness. It implies being afraid of being found out.
It would be interesting if it didn't come with the idea that, right now, there's obviously something to be worried about.]
Well, she hasn't asked me for anything, and neither have you. So why don't we go and see her.
[No, it's a genuine question. If strength and self-possession is an act, Saya already has it down. And yet never asking for help is in itself an act of weakness. It implies being afraid of being found out.
It would be interesting if it didn't come with the idea that, right now, there's obviously something to be worried about.]
Well, she hasn't asked me for anything, and neither have you. So why don't we go and see her.
Edited 2012-02-02 14:42 (UTC)
She doesn't like to owe people.
[Daisy looks at him and reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a key]
I'm sure I don't have to remind you about doctor-patient confidentiality.
[Daisy looks at him and reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a key]
I'm sure I don't have to remind you about doctor-patient confidentiality.
She won't.
[Or he doubts it, not by his estimation. He already owes her enough.
In answer to Daisy's question, he stands and holds a hand out for the key.]
[Or he doubts it, not by his estimation. He already owes her enough.
In answer to Daisy's question, he stands and holds a hand out for the key.]
[She hands it over]
I'll just stay here and take a nap on this ridiculously comfortable bed.
[Saya is making her sleep on the couch ;;]
I'll just stay here and take a nap on this ridiculously comfortable bed.
[Saya is making her sleep on the couch ;;]
I think I like you.
[And that's true. It means he'll try not to wake her, later.
In the meantime, time to open Bluebeard's forbidden door.]
[And that's true. It means he'll try not to wake her, later.
In the meantime, time to open Bluebeard's forbidden door.]
[Daisy settles in for her nap and when Chase opens the door to Saya's bedroom (dark, stark, very clean) she looks up from her nightstand.
The room is pretty dark but the lines of her body are obvious and unclothed, and one of her legs is at an angle that even for Saya and her awkward holding is impossible. There are smudges of darkness along her body that are clearly where she's been hurt, but the blood looks...wrong, even in the dark.]
Daisy.
The room is pretty dark but the lines of her body are obvious and unclothed, and one of her legs is at an angle that even for Saya and her awkward holding is impossible. There are smudges of darkness along her body that are clearly where she's been hurt, but the blood looks...wrong, even in the dark.]
Daisy.
Dropped her key.
[He leaves the bag he's brought with him on a chair by the door, left open just enough for the hall light to sharpen outlines inside. And it's no longer a mere curiosity that she hasn't asked for help, it's insane.
What happened should be the obvious question.]
I thought you were sick.
[He leaves the bag he's brought with him on a chair by the door, left open just enough for the hall light to sharpen outlines inside. And it's no longer a mere curiosity that she hasn't asked for help, it's insane.
What happened should be the obvious question.]
I thought you were sick.
I don't get sick.
[She opens her mouth then and makes a motion with it, and a piece of something falls out]
I suppose it's pointless to tell you to leave.
[She opens her mouth then and makes a motion with it, and a piece of something falls out]
I suppose it's pointless to tell you to leave.
I don't think that would solve anything for either of us.
[He can feel the press of his own pulse under his collarbone, but he moves closer anyway, close enough to crouch beside the bed.]
You can evict me for trespassing, if you like, once I make certain you can stand.
[He can feel the press of his own pulse under his collarbone, but he moves closer anyway, close enough to crouch beside the bed.]
You can evict me for trespassing, if you like, once I make certain you can stand.
I got here, didn't I?
[She looks at him and almost frowns]
Fine.
[Once he gets closer, it's clear that whatever is on her is blue, and oozing from her cuts]
[She looks at him and almost frowns]
Fine.
[Once he gets closer, it's clear that whatever is on her is blue, and oozing from her cuts]
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