Logs:A Bump to the Noggin
| |
|---|
| |
| RL Date: 28 March, 2015 |
| Who: K'zin, Telavi, Keysi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin hits his head (again), and Telavi escorts him to the infirmary for Keysi to evaluate the damage |
| Where: Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 5, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
   |
>---< Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr >-----------------------------------------<
Two sets of double doors, one from the the inner caverns and a recently
built set from the dragon infirmary, lead into the unnaturally hushed
human infirmary. Despite fastidious cleaning, the scent of redwort and
numbweed has long since soaked into every smooth-carved surface, along
with other, subtler medicinal smells. Pristinely made cots are lined up
against the walls; most of them are left open to view, but some in the
back are surrounded by curtains for delicate procedures or critical
patients.
About halfway between the two entrances is the counter for the healers on
duty; it guards the entrance to the storage rooms just beyond, their
shelves and cabinets lined with meticulously labeled bottles, boxes, jars,
and even vats of supplies. The Weyrhealer's office is also here, along
with another side room for mixing up medicines and the like. "Are you going to make me go to the healers every time I'm a little careless in the training caverns?" K'zin's baritone is unmistakably a tone of complaint directed to his whiskey-blonde companion. The work of the day seems to be not flight related for K'zin is in a loose pair of work trousers and a sleeveless shirt despite the coolness of the early afternoon air. There's nothing obviously wrong with him (except, the usual obvious of being a big dumb bronzerider), but he does lift his hand to finger through the hair on the side of his head as though feeling for a bump as they move toward the desk that acts as check-in, check-out and so many other things. "Not every time," Telavi says, a little too cheerful beneath that consoling tone as she herds him along. "Just every time where you bump your head. You didn't have to lift that thing all by yourself, you know." She peeks around him, hunting for that healer. Any healer. Just not that one or the other one or the other one. Manning the front desk this shift is the healer-turned-candidate Keysi who, amidst turning the pages of a patient's records, pauses at the sound of K'zin's voice. And complaints. And the voice that follows that supports the right decision. Though normally coated with a general neutrality in her expressions, the re-presentation of K'zin is awarded the turning of her lips into an ever so slight smirk. "Aye, g'day K'zin. Welcome back?" She closes the record she'd been messing with and reaches for another pile, thumbing through. "How is your head?" A double-sided question, considering how hard he hit it the time she met him before. "Greetings." Is added in addition his escort. "It's fine," K'zin volunteers helpfully to the apprentice. Then, a little darkly, "Telavi," a slight nod of his head toward the greenrider, "made me come," and quickly, "but I'm fine." Saying it twice with emphasis must make it even more true! "Really, Tela, can't we just get back to work? There are more heavy things for me to lift all by myself." There's an edge of humor to his voice, it's supposed to be a tease but it's too hopeful of being a sufficient distraction to not be obvious for what it is (and therefore less funny). Telavi eyes Keysi, who is not Jinja, but who also is not Treinan nor one of the old ones; at the greeting, though, that blossoms into a brilliant and possibly even conspiratorial smile. It's a few moments later that her completely impractical earrings jingle as she glances back up at K'zin. "We will, we will," she says, her tone terribly soothing. "It'll just be a quick check, won't it?" this to Keysi. "And then we can go and no worrying and you can lift all the things you want until you do it again." "It may be getting to be less fine the more times you hit it so hard." Keysi reprimands lightly, though the smirk dissolves. She finds the record- his record- that she had been searching for and pulls it out onto the desk for notes later. She raises a hand to motion for the riders to continue on to the cots behind the desk. "It's a good thing she made you come." The candidate emphasises. "And you should be more careful. Enough hits to the head and you can have far more permanent damage." Serious grey eyes observe Telavi before nodding with a soft shrug, "Aye, hopefully short. But hopefully not releasing him back into doing it all over again." K'zin sighs. It's the readily recognizable sigh of one much put upon. Why can't they just let him bludgeon himself to insensibility in peace? At least he doesn't try to leave. No, like a good little bronzerider, he moves to sit on the edge of the cot and be examined. "There's not much up there to damage," he tries on Keysi, not looking at Telavi, pointedly. "At least it wasn't someone doing it on purpose this time," Telavi says with a far less exciting sigh-- though it comes with her making a fist and wiggling it in the air in a girly never-trained-a-day-in-her-life sort of way. Also to Keysi, "Don't believe him. He was a smith, you know, before he Impressed." And therefore isn't stupid? "There has to be something worthwhile up there." Keysi says off-handedly as she fishes for a small glow-light in a nearby drawer. "You got a dragon to like you for it." Pause as Telavi adds a bit of history in the mix as well, "And besides, apparently you can draw." And the healer adds as a follow up to make it sound less stalker-ish, "The cook-off. I won a sketch from you. You need a few cells left up in there until I can at least redeem it." The stern-eyed girl motions to his head and then promptly shines that light in one eye, then the other very slowly back and forth for a long moment, observing his pupils. "I'm Keysi, by the way." Is noted for Telavi's sake, having not officially met her quite yet, but who has evidently now earned a subdued brief grin for her fist wiggling. "I've always suspected that it was the nothing he liked best," K'zin answers of his dragon in a bemused sort of way that might hint toward something more serious than just a bump. Then he grins to the healer, "Oh, great. Well, you can let me know whenever. I'm better with people than other things, but I'll give a whirl to whatever you want." So see, this trip wasn't an enormous waste of his time after all! He looks to Telavi, "I should introduce you to more Smiths. The ones like me. But less handsome." That's important. Telavi's gaze does veer towards K'zin at that early comment of Keysi's, her lips pressing together for a moment. The later, "Pleased to meet you, Keysi," is more appropriately light; so is, "Yes, you should," to K'zin, paired as it is with a dimple. "That would mean all of them, wouldn't it?" has that dimple ever-deepening. "Follow this." Keysi's command indicates her intention for him to follow her finger back and forth in front of his face. Completion of that would lead to, "Touch your right thumb to your nose, then your left ring finger to your chin." Weird instructions, but intentionally so. "I haven't been able to think of anyone, or thing, in particular yet. I suppose I've never thought of a having a visual token of something to keep." It's said in a softened way, as if despite her tough-girl persona she finds personalized tokens of the sort to be particularly appealing or special. "What exactly was he lifting?" She asks to Telavi instead of K'zin this time, perhaps with intention to get a most accurate story. Dimpling Telavi gets an eyeroll. "You just don't want me to be mad about you making me come here for nothing later," he decides of the compliment, "or you just want me to mistakenly introduce you to a more handsome smith with bigger biceps." The fact that K'zin is able to follow Keysi's various instructions without looking like he has to stop to do a lot of thinking is either evidence that there's something in there after all, or that he's adept at following odd instructions on a routine basis without apparently thinking too much. "Maybe your crafthall? If you liked it there? After all, if you Impress, it'll be the better part of a turn before you can see it again. Or a family member you'd miss? I'd have to meet them-" he starts and his brow creases with a frown. "Anyway. There's no rush." Tela's fingers just might twitch, as though she'd try out those instructions too, and she doesn't even dispute K'zin's assertions; instead, there's a, "Hmm," as though he'd just given her two very good ideas. But for Keysi-- after "Just secret weyrling stuff, that's all"-- "Or one of you for a family member? Or a sweetheart back at the Hall?" There's an uncomfortable few moments that pass by when the candidate becomes intensely quiet at the suggestions. Keys turns to put away the small light she'd previously used to buy herself a second of consideration for her wording, "If you would, K'zin, could you walk to the end of the room and back?" She could, in theory, make him do many interesting things to prove his balance. For science. But fortunately (unfortunately?) so far he's passing the basic cognitive tests with flying colors. "I've not many strong ties to the CraftHall." Is finally decided as her answer, "And I've not seen my family members for some time. It might be a challenge for you to meet them." Is the attempt to spin it in a less depressing light. "A sweetheart?" Keys' grey eyes turn to regard Telavi for a moment, the start of some amusement lit behind her gaze perhaps. "Not a chance." As if that's an impossible thing! "Secret weyrling stuff? Safe, even though it tried to knock out your bronzerider here?" K'zin's "Ugh," should be enough to sufficiently remind everyone here that he may be an adult, but he's still a young adult. He rises from the cot and wiggles his fingers in farewell at the girls to take stroll about the cavern, but not before he calls in suggestion, "How about medicinal plants? Or your candidate class? Or an inapprop-" He stops because he probably remembers that his knot is now of an assistant weyrlingmaster and maybe suggesting anything that has the adjective 'inappropriate' before it to a candidate is not such a good idea. Telavi says, "Goodbye," Telavi calls to K'zin, waving an actual handkerchief she must have had stashed in a pocket, mournful as though he were going to be gone forever. By the time she looks back at Keysi, the uncomfortable moments might never have existed. Certainly Telavi doesn't recognize them. "If you say so," she supposes with great dubiousness, teasing dubiousness. "It will be safe by the time the weyrlings get to it. I'm pretty sure. Well, that's the plan." She might even sound dubious about that too." Keysi shifts her stance to watch his walk, balance, all those things. Subjectively of course. "Actually-" She drifts off at the new suggestions, actually enticed by them, "I'll have to see who might be up for something like that." She has become particularly if not uncharacteristically attached to some of her candidate class. And it does provoke a bit of what may be a smile tempted upon her face, fleeting though as it may be. "I'm curious, but it doesn't sound like you're about to give up the 'secret' part of that title, eh?" Keys makes the attempt- why not? She always wants to know everything, if possible. "Well." The healer sighs, "I don't see anything obvious, but the onset of signs can start a few hours from now too. If you can't get out of all your work, at least limit it to very light lifting and no heavy exercise." She pauses, and tilts her head at Telavi, "And have someone with you. Or you can stay in here, with me, for the rest of the afternoon." The safest suggestion, but surely not the most appealing. He needs a bubble. "Oh, come on, Tela, we can tell her, can't we? She might be one of them soon enough," K'zin helps as he returns from his loop, his hands moving to perch on his hips. "Want me to do cartwheels?" He offers to the apprentice. "Just to be sure? That doesn't count as heavy exercise, does it?" He looks from one to the other. Then an extra look for Telavi and raise of his brows is probably meant to communicate something silent; she knows his routines after all. It's almost certainly a request for her not to share exactly what his plans are for the evening. (Heavy exercise. Lots of heavy exercise. In his exercise room.) (Which is bubble shaped, in case that helps.) "Not today," confides Telavi despite the bronzerider's intervention, quite as though there might be a tomorrow. She does give him a minute nod and, as it happens, not mention those plans at all; just, "I vote yes on cartwheels. But... a few hours is a long time, Keysi." Which seems to be a problem. "Eventually then." Keysi notes on the subject, resolved on figuring it out at some point. The look between the two riders is followed with the slightest raise of a brow. "I'll vote no on the cartwheels. But if you really want a challenge, the next step is balancing on one foot, patting your head with one hand and rubbing your stomach with the other." Given her ever-serious neutral tone, it sounds like it's actually a thing. It's probably a good thing her journeyman mentor is busy with another patient at a distant cot with the privacy curtain drawn. "A few hours is not that bad." She insists, folding her arms, "Given his history, I could recommend an overnight stay." A threat, perhaps, but said more to fish for a reaction. "Can't," K'zin says immediately, "Plans." He doesn't look at Telavi. In the meantime though, he'll balance on a foot and make the attempt. It'll take him a moment to make sure his one hand is patting and the other is rubbing and not the wrong way around. Real or not, laughter tugs at Telavi's lips for that particular challenge, not quite freed. When the overnight is proposed, she starts to speak, but whether it's a protest or an announcement of giving up, it winds up in silence as K'zin answers instead. When she does speak, "'Plans,'" may be supportive but not exactly thrilled. "Your health should be your primary plan." Keysi says pointedly. She hasn't given up on him yet. Yet. As he figures out the patting and rubbing coordination, she turns briefly to avoid her smirk giving away her amusement at it, and to pick up his record and a writing utensil to start scribbling her notes for his visit. "No sleeping for the next 5 hours. Return if you feel dizzy, light-headed, double-vision, abnormally tired.." Keys instructions are mechanical, though there's a hint to her words that indicate she knows he won't unless brought as he was to start with, but it's protocol. "You're free to go. Unless you'd like a journeyman to repeat my evaluation." A beat, "And I'll find you about that drawing. I have a few people in mind, maybe." There's a nod for the sketch. "My plans are for my health," K'zin counters to the healer, which may or may not be true. "I'm a very healthy person. Just check my file. I'm hardly ever in here." Clearly that's proof. Now he looks to Telavi, "We could take a break and go to the hot springs? Ras is feeling itchy. I'm sure we can still finish with the-- er, secret stuff, after." He suggests. Telavi bites her lip short of saying something, but a moment later, turns it into a bright smile. "Let's do that. Bye, Keysi. Nice meeting you," she offers. "Good luck on the sands? I should quiz you later," but the roll of her eyes towards the cavern indicates that all that's work and Keysi is busy and besides, it's time to escape. Keysi writes a few more words and then holds it up when K'zin brings up his file, "It's thicker than hers." The candidate compares, tilting the file towards Telavi. At the suggestion of plans, there's an approving nod given at the lack-of-work involved in the immediate future. If she wasn't so busy- which she always keeps herself busy- she'd enforce her post-visit care by following them out. Too bad. "Aye, very nice to meet you. Thank you. I do wish to ask you some things as well.." She trails off. Her hesitation is not so much that it's work, and rather that she has much to do before starting her portion of the candidate chores later in the evening. Plus her own exercise regimen. Plus everything else. Tireless, really. "Be safe." She finishes, directed of course at K'zin, and lifts a hand as her 'farewell.' |
Leave A Comment