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[vianca]

SUPER BACKDATED HOSPITAL ACTION:
Back in ye olden days of late September, Vianca got completely wrecked. The pikmin was carted off to the hospital to have her checklist of injuries taken care of. Concussion, bone fractures, internal bleeding, some unexpected respiratory problems, an alarming amount of black and blue. THE WORKS. WHAT A GOOD TIME.

If you would like to backdate a hospital visit you are more than welcome to do so. She was there for an indeterminate amount of time before hobbling back to the Academy to try and fix the library.

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[MEANWHILE IN THE MORE OR LESS PRESENT she was actually making a video post, which happened practically never. It was, however, still too cumbersome to type very well, and she had a number of things to bring up. None of which were her extended absence, which she didn't expect anyone to actually notice.]

Hello... I'd like to apologize for the disarray in the library. We are working to put it back in order as quickly as we can.

[Because it got wrecked. Wheatley has been doing the best he can, but he was Wheatley. Things were going about as well as anyone could expect.]

In order to speed this process, I would like to ask if there is anyone currently present that is skilled with robotics? My assistant's robotic chassis was... unfortunately incapacitated. It would be greatly appreciated if we could ask for your assistance in repairing it.

[She looks about as uncomfortable as someone who only linefaces could. The little girl looked down at her desk for a few moments and then she picked up a piece of paper with a crude drawing of a flower on it, holding it up to fill the whole frame.]

... I am also... searching for this flower, if anyone has seen one. There used to be a small patch of them in the forest, but that part of the forest no longer exists. I do not know where else to look... They are somewhat large, and come in different colors. I would be very grateful if anyone could point me to where they have seen one. It is... very important.

Thank you.

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[insanecharisma]

[Soryk knows next to nothing about robotics. Engineering, a little. Robotics, no way, no how. So he doesn't bother to offer up any assistance.

But the flower she makes mention of does capture his interest. He doesn't know the official names of all of the flora that Smash and FDC has to offer, but he knows quite a few of them, and said books at said library in current disarray have been a great help.

His eyebrows knit together and he leans forward onto his desk with some consideration.]

Hm. A shame to hear of your assistant. I am unable to lend a hand there, however, the flower may be more possible. You said it is important to locate one. What are you using it for?

[Because whatever she's intending for one is probably better than what he would be.]

[vianca]

Ah, I would be using it for... myself.

[For reasons she did not seem particularly keen on disclosing as she glanced away from his considering gaze.]

Their working properties are linked with Pikmin, but since none of these are native they are... somewhat rare. The only information written about them are in a journal, and it does not provide much detail on them.

HOSPITALS TIME

[testgasm]

[So here's pretty much what happened after Team Library got #rekt: Zero called an ambulance, the ambulance came, the paramedics wouldn't let Wheatley ride in it because he was naked, Wheatley pitched a fit and was gifted one (1) hospital gown, which he remained in for quite some time, as he rode to the hospital and fretted outside her door.

And then he fell asleep in the chair next to her bed. In a hospital gown. It is not until the next morning that he even regains consciousness. He is cramped and uncomfortable in the chair and his mouth is sticky.]

Oh, man. Wh--

[Here he is, looking around.]

Did I fall asleep?

[insanecharisma]

[She's as softspoken as ever. But it's never really bothered him. In fact, next to nothing disrupts him where Vianca is concerned. Probably because he sees some of himself in her.]

I see. I was unaware. I have some that I took for studying their properties. If you would like them, I would be willing to give them.

[vianca]

[Vianca had been similarly conked out for quite a while, though most of it was due to the amount of pain killers she currently had going on her system. They had cleaned her up and bandaged what could be bandaged, splinting what needed splinting and slinging her arm. The internal bleeding, luckily, had only been serious enough to warrant observation probably thanks to the robot's valiant shielding efforts.

For now, the thing she needed most was rest. So she did, fading in and out of sleep and mumbling Wheatley's name.

Here in the morning, she was somewhat awake and staring over at her human robot friend as he drooled in his hospital gown. Wow.]

... I think so.

[vianca]

[The only indication of her surprise was how quickly she looked back at the camera. If the flowers Soryk had were the correct ones, than that would have been a far easier quest than she had been anticipating. She had long since learned not to be very hopeful, however.]

Are they... live specimens?

[insanecharisma]

Aye, little lady. [He offers to her a short little nod, and the cock of an eyebrow.]

I uprooted a few for study. I do not need all of them. But it would be best for you to identify that they are precisely what you need.

[No sense in raising her hopes if he managed to inadvertently destroy them.]

[roses_are_blue]

[A concerned Garry appeared, and he was visibly upset. He heard about what happened, or bits and pieces of it. He was trying his best to not smother her with concern, but he couldn't help it for the most part. Her library partner was also hurt badly.

What was going on with this school again?]

I...only heard a little bit about what happened. Don't apologize for it, dear.

[vianca]

[She nods.]

When would be an acceptable time to intrude?

[vianca]

[Vianca frowns just slightly.]

Those are my responsibilities, and I have not attended to them. Why would I not apologize?

[insanecharisma]

Whenever would be most convenient for you. During classtime likely not. Otherwise I do not have so many things occupying me that I would conveniently turn you away.

[If she was a full grown woman, it likely wouldn't be the case. But she's not—in his eyes—and that makes her company far more tolerable.]

[vianca]

[While she did not want to step out of line and seem over eager, she was keenly aware that the sooner the better was incredibly applicable to her situation. She takes a few moments to quietly consider it before speaking back up to ask:]

Would... now be acceptable?

[insanecharisma]

[Hasty little thing, which does set him a little on edge, however... He opts for another subtle nod, probably not too unlike her own.]

Of course. Come to my classroom.

[Because he won't be escorting a young girl through what's left of the woods at later hours.]

more hospital

[awakeningwill]

[It was the day after the incident that Zero made an appearance at the hospital.

While it was probably true that he couldn't possibly have done more than he did, as a security guard he had failed in his duty to protect those who needed it most. She was in that bed was because he was unable to respond in time, and that was reason enough for him to feel responsible.

He walked in as quietly as he could as not to disturb her, but his boots still made a dull metallic sound against the floor with each footstep.]

[vianca]

[Another nod. Another time might have ended the conversation at that, but Vianca paused a moment more.]

Thank you.

[And then it was done. Despite her haste, she made herself walk the distance, eventually knocking on the door of the elf's classroom with her unslung hand.]

i am also hospital

[raced_god]

[vianca]

[Clunky clanky robot sounds were not the easiest to ignore, especially when they had come to be associated with the sentiment of, 'I need help doing a thing.' Only lightly sleeping, Vianca worked her eyes open to search for the sound, expecting to see Wheatley shuffling around a corner to ask her where certain books went or his other robot friend pantomiming that he was done with things.

Except this was a hospital, not the library. That wasn't Wheatley, or the robot friend she had not seen in forever, but the security robot from yesterday. Huh.

He probably did not need assistance.]

... Hello.

[vianca]

[You know what's probably not the standard reaction to flowers and happy get well soon balloons? A brief spike in the vitals monitor ha HA oops.]

[insanecharisma]

[Whatever it is he was doing while she was along the way could have been summed up into 'instructor's work.' An endless grinding of leaves, boiling them, and combining them. A plant's work was never done, it seemed.

Her interruption was a somewhat welcome one, while he could easily admit that he needed something else to do with his time. Too much work made him dull and he was already plenty dull enough. In greeting her, he paused. A brief look over her, he took notice of her condition, and stepped aside to wave her in.]

Lady... Vianca, if I recall correctly.

[Because she was the one who always sat in front and always stared at him so intently.]

[awakeningwill]

[She was awake... his doing, perhaps? Hmm.

Well, there was no helping it now that she was already up. He stopped to stand at the side of her bed, an arm's length away - neither too closer nor too far. Just enough to look over her, and assess her condition.

His face was an impassive blank to match Vianca's, and for a moment he said nothing. An apology would do very little, so he did not verbalize one. It would just have to be conveyed by his presence.

Eventually, he spoke.]

...How do you feel?

[vianca]

[So intently and with such careful notes.]

Correct.

[She stepped in quietly, briefly dropping her eyes when she became aware of the way he looked at her. Instead she focused on the vaguely medicinal smell that hung in the air that was as vaguely comforting as it was unsettling as it always was.]

... Thank you for letting me come so suddenly.

[insanecharisma]

It is no issue.

[He closed the door after her and motioned for her to follow him to his desk, where he had an array of things set up. From a look at the table, it'd seem he never did anything except work.]

You look as if you have seen kinder days. [Which was as close as he could get to so pointedly asking her if she was all right. Not to mention, but to ask it in such a form seemed nothing short of idiotic.]

[raced_god]

[YEAH this was pretty much what he was expecting. He can't exactly blame her, and he's kind of a little bit awkward when it comes to children, so he just kind of hangs in the door for a minute.]

I wanted to, uh. Apologize.

[vianca]

[Though his presence was an apologetic one, to Vianca it was simply a surprising question mark in her day. Why was he there? Surely there were more important things he could have been attending to.

She studied him and he studied her, trying to assess what his presence meant.]

Sore.

[Which might have been putting it lightly, if it weren't for sweet sweet pain meds.]

... Thank you. For your help.

[vianca]

[Vianca followed as instructed, keenly looking over the things he had been working on from what she could see at her vantage point.]

Today is kinder than others.