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(closed) not your regular medical check-up
Who: John Steinbeck & Royce Bracket
Where: a stone's throw away from the Scarback monastery
When: around the beginning of Chapter 5 shenanigans
Summary: A Scarback with plant abilities goes to see the wizard behind the nanomachine curtain to help check them out.
Restrictions/Warnings: Steinbeck and his plant abilities are body horror central, but other than that, nothing else!
[A lab, huh?]
[It seemed like quite the quaint little place. Steinbeck had never seen it this close before - mostly he had passes by it, its form becoming just a regular part of the background. Plus, that perimeter would've kept him out in case he wanted to take a closer look. But now, not only was he face to face with the building, but he had some context for it - a man by the name of Royce Bracket lived here. A strange man. A man who worked with machines.]
[Nanomachines, to be exact.]
[He checks his pockets just to make sure he's brought his grape seeds. Hopefully, things will be alright - he just wants confirmation that his recent upgrades have gone well. He doesn't want them malfunctioning out of the blue. Steinbeck looks for the doorbell, finally just reaching forward to rap on the front door with his knuckles. He hopes the man inside can hear.]
Hey! It's me! Steinbeck. I'm here about the plants.
Where: a stone's throw away from the Scarback monastery
When: around the beginning of Chapter 5 shenanigans
Summary: A Scarback with plant abilities goes to see the wizard behind the nanomachine curtain to help check them out.
Restrictions/Warnings: Steinbeck and his plant abilities are body horror central, but other than that, nothing else!
[A lab, huh?]
[It seemed like quite the quaint little place. Steinbeck had never seen it this close before - mostly he had passes by it, its form becoming just a regular part of the background. Plus, that perimeter would've kept him out in case he wanted to take a closer look. But now, not only was he face to face with the building, but he had some context for it - a man by the name of Royce Bracket lived here. A strange man. A man who worked with machines.]
[Nanomachines, to be exact.]
[He checks his pockets just to make sure he's brought his grape seeds. Hopefully, things will be alright - he just wants confirmation that his recent upgrades have gone well. He doesn't want them malfunctioning out of the blue. Steinbeck looks for the doorbell, finally just reaching forward to rap on the front door with his knuckles. He hopes the man inside can hear.]
Hey! It's me! Steinbeck. I'm here about the plants.
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Well, the defenses are already back up in Steinbeck's distant wake and Royce is, if nothing else, a civil sort, but he glances balefully between multiple PDDs and an adjacent pile of notes and the hallway joining room and entrance.
There's a panel with a screen just next to the door. Unbidden, it blips to life for Steinbeck: Royce's voice, is really all, accompanied by a static image of some part of the lab he isn't in. ]
There you are. I see you. Hello, hello... Come on in; it should be open if I'm not mistaken.
[ Manners, of course, manners do dictate—the manners he was raised with, you see—that he pull himself away for the sake of hospitality, but, well, he'd been honest. After all. Steinbeck may have taken precautionary measures himself, but the others? The others who have contacted him in the last little while haven't been so lucky, now, have they?
It's. Frustrating. Seeing a pattern emerge the way it has. Since the dreams. Since the virus. And having next to no idea what to do about it. ]
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[The screen lights up and grabs Steinbeck's attention - he bends forward to peer at it, but is disappointed not to see anything on it. Oh, well. The door is open, so he'll gladly open the door up to step inside.]
...Wow. Nice place.
[He says, under his breath, as he steps inside, eyes unsure where to even look first. For the moment, he'll just look around, sandals stepping on hard floors as his eyes widen at the sights.]
Hey, doc...you're the only guy who lives in this place?
[He says out loud, not yet seeing the man he's come to find.]
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Still, it's a contrast as beautiful as it is stark, in its way. Or, well... Royce thinks so.
There's a pause, as though Steinbeck's question is odd and requires some thought. ]
Oh... yes... it's just me. Juuust me here. As you'll see eventually. I've assistants—colleagues, if you will, from time to time. But by and large, well, this...
This is...
[ He doesn't sound all that broken up about it. He doesn't sound... much of anything about it, really. ]
It.
[ The corridor is not so long and not so labyrinthine, provided a visitor stays on the main path, but the deeper it goes the messier and more lived-in it starts to appear. The voice, too, begins to carry less from the walls themselves and more recognizably from the room ahead; eventually its omniscient quality gives way altogether to its lone source beyond the cracked door, broad white shoulders hunched over the broad white table, bits and bobs and soldering tools and artificial body parts scattered a little bit everywhere. ]
Why, it's not bad at all. Not bad.
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[He sort of feels like that now. Like he's walking into a wizard's house. What things await hi? He follows the voice, occasionally pausing to glance back at the lobby he just left, before he finally enters the room.]
[The wizard's room.]
[It certainly looks like one, what with all the things scattered around, objects that Steinbeck can't even guess as to their purpose. But he's here for a man. The wizard.]
It seems kind of big for a single person. [The spaces are a bit too wide for his comfort. He approaches to the side of Royce, peering down at what he's working on.] But I guess you like it that way, don't you? You seem like the type of person who doesn't really like talking to people.
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Oh, now, I wouldn't go quite that far... But it's true that my work demands constant focus. Constant focus. Quite a bit of it, if I'm being completely honest, in fact. And distractions are...
[ The openness of it, the mild humor... for a brief overlapping moment they don't really match the intensity of his gaze at all. ]
Nnnnot. Affordable.
Under most circumstances.
[ After a moment he straightens and swivels to face Steinbeck fully. Definitely healthier than he remembers. ]
But—more—to the point, you, you're looking. Quite, quite a bit better than the last time we met. Quiiite a bit better.
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[An intense gaze like that might turn most people away, but for Steinbeck, he somehow feels relaxed. The guy looks like he barely blinks. It's almost funny, in a way.]
I would hope I'm looking better. [He doesn't want to recall Hallucinating Fun Time Central with Plants, thank you very much. He gives a shrug, looking up at the man who practically towers over him.]
I got some upgrades to my body modifications, which might have helped. But I just want to make sure...like, just because it's better now doesn't mean it won't be worse if something bad happens.
[He smirks, pulling out the small cloth bag full of seeds from his robes.] I'm sure you want to see what those upgrades are, don't you?