REPORT 013 :: CATHARSIS // VOICE | ACTION

[daisy023]

This is Spartan TwentyThree.

New feathers. Any and all UNSC forces in the area. Respond.

... I'm back.


[ENCRYPTED TO CLINIC PERSONNEL // TOP SECRET // EYES ONLY]

What equipment do we have in the Clinic?


[ENCRYPTED TO VALVALIS // TOP SECRET // EYES ONLY]

Thank you. I mean it.


[ENCRYPTED TO PAPRIKA // CLASSIFIED // EYES ONLY]

Ma'am. That offer for treatment. Is it still standing?


[ENCRYPTED TO SUPERMAN // CLASSIFIED // EYES ONLY]

...

[She sounds meek when she asks.]

Can we talk?


[ACTION FOR HOUSE 20]

[Comm matters taken care of, she goes to House Twenty, having quite remembered the matter of the hat, and it's implications. With two knocks on the front door, the armored figure calls out.]

Mr. Castagnier.


[After that...]

[Later in the day, having gotten the package, the 7ft tall girl in red armor goes to the Clinic, hat in hand, to see if there's equipment there to see if there are hairs in it to analyze for DNA. Yes, for her, that damned hat is that important.]

Comments

[aero-dienamic.livejournal.com]

Welcome home, Daisy.

[daisy023]

[That's what this place had turned into, after all?]

...I'm home.

[Where family is.]

Thank you.

[aero-dienamic.livejournal.com]

Of course, dear. I know you have your own place, but you're always welcome at mine too.

[Video]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

I'm relieved you're back.

I can show you over the clinic, if you want.

[Video]

[daisy023]

I am, too. ... Think I spent too long on the mountains.

[So much work to do.]

That'd be great.

[Video]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

We can meet sometime soon. In a few days, maybe.

[Voice]

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

Good to hear from you again. Everything going well?

[Voice]

[daisy023]

Yes, sir. Green.

Awaiting orders.

[Voice]

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

Nothing going on, except the last of the cycle coming in. So you can keep on getting some rest or doing what you feel you need to.

Classified Filter

[byakkoyagirl.livejournal.com]

It always is while I'm around.

Classified Filter

[daisy023]

...

[Well, if she's wants to improve.]

Between everything going on... I'd like to use your services.

Classified Filter

[byakkoyagirl.livejournal.com]

No problems. Do you want to just talk over the journals like this, or should I see you tonight?

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

[Someone coming to see him? And calling him "Mr. Castagnier"? That's a bit unusual, so he'll open the door to see who... WHOA THIS LADY IS TALL.]

U-um, yes?

[Action]

[daisy023]

Sir.

[... She gets that a lot. Sob. After an awkward pause, she asks.]

... Do you still have it?

[That hat you stuffed in the freezer instead of ice cream, you hero.]

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

... "it"?

[You're going to have to clarify; the matter of the hat has totally slipped his mind at the moment. It's just sort of occupying precious ice cream space in his freezer right now.]

[Action] | Clearly they need more interaction

[semper_cogitans]

[When Daisy goes to the Battle Dome clinic, she'll find a certain little skinny scientist there, appraising the technology with a slight frown. He's been in this clinic a lot over the past week or so, because of Ingrid, but he hasn't found any MRI or PET scanners, or anything resembling either, which is definitely frustrating. Someone's going to need to take care of that.

At any rate, though, he doesn't notice Daisy at first (despite her being seven feet tall and covered in armour; that's how engrossed he is), as he pores over a terminal. Feel like getting his attention?]

[Action] | Ah, you're right!

[daisy023]

[Oh, she identifies that frown, especially from a suit of a post-21th-century era. And a quick scan by herself on the equipment does little to give her confidence -- Not only for the need of forensic equipment, but for things that were practically law to use in medicine in her world. What she'd do for biofoam or medigel.]

No equipment from our eras?

[But, since there are better manners to start a conversation, the girl in a specialized suit of war armor with a hat in her hands calmly calls his name.]

Doctor Hastings.

[Action]

[semper_cogitans]

... [Whelp. That gets his attention quickly. Robert turns to face Daisy with an awkward half-smile.]

... Ms. Daisy. [Or should I call you something different...]

... U-Unfortunately, no. The technology here is... repugnantly backwards. [He exhales irritatedly, running a finger over the console of the X-ray machine.] I heard from Doctor McCoy that the technology here is limited to the "twenty-first century", so that summarily rules out anything I would be used to.

... Granted, some of these tools look like archaic versions of Terran ones.

[He snorts.] But evidently, the Malnosso have clearly forgotten to implement proper biomedical scanners - not even crude MRI or PET-type scanners. Which is quite a shame, as I meant to do study with them... it is especially important now that I know people who would rely on biomedical scan information.

... Is there something you were looking for, Ms. Daisy? [Because that hat kinda got his attention.]

[voice]

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[She was gone??]

Welcome back, Daisy!

[voice]

[daisy023]

[Nearly as log as Charles Charlotte!]

I'm glad to see everyone.

Hello, Charlotte.

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[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[...that name again. No point arguing]

[sea-king-bait.livejournal.com]

Hm? What's an...Uhnsk?

[Acronyms. Confusing stuff.]

[daisy023]

United Nations Space Command. Military, exploratory, and scientific agency of my Earth. My faction.

...Thought I'd see if there were new feathers from it.

[Not that she harbors much hope at this point, though it doesn't bother her as much anymore.]

[Same filter]

[broken-messiah.livejournal.com]

Is there anything in particular that you're looking for?

[CLINIC PERSONNEL FILTER]

[daisy023]

[SPARTAN-023 doesn't want to transmit the reason over the journals. The Malnosso could be watching. The less they knew about the hat, the better.]

Gear in general. All kinds. Just in case.