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[Holo] [Arrival] Is there anybody out there?
A faint ping hits the holos across Taxon, alerting everyone to a new person entering the city. A 'Novak, Jimmy' by the tag.
Anyone interested in checking the new arrival out can see a small representation of a man in a tan trenchcoat and a black suit sprawled on the floor of an arrival chamber. Which turns into a very active representation as the man wakes up and startles away from... the tablet, apparently. Sending it skittering across the floor of the chamber and him skittering to the opposite corner. There's a few minutes of desperate cowering and trying to look very small and easily overlooked by anything ( Castiel ) before he settles enough to start focusing on things around him instead of the Regularly Scheduled Morning Delirium And Panic.
- Easy, Jimmy. It's okay. You're okay. Just waking up. You know how this goes. Just waking up, like... every other day. - He waits for the shakes to stop before he tries reaching for the whatever it was that he smacked across the.... wherever he is. Finally noticing the metal bracelet on his wrist makes him stop again. It's skin temperature, so he didn't notice it at first, but he notices it now. A smooth silver band, not quite as wide as the watch he'd had... before. His thumb runs along the edge to try and find a seam before trying to wedge the nail under it. There's a twinge of pain and he's stopping before he draws blood. - Okay. Metal bracelet grafted onto my wrist, smooth metal room, and a flat plastic thing. Still not the strangest place I've been dumped. -
Putting his confusion about the bracelet aside for now, and with a wary glance at the door, he inches over to pick up the weird plastic thing. The screen is off due to inactivity at the moment, giving everyone a rapidly spinning viewpoint as Jimmy flips the tablet over a few times. What he really remembers predates common tablet use by about two years, so it takes him a few minutes of messing around with it before the screen comes on and he can interact with it, and a few more minutes of looking for a keyboard before he figures out the touch screen. - Huh. I knew laptops were getting thinner, but *this* is new. -
He thinks he might remember seeing things like this in that week in Atlanta before he got.... here. Wherever here is. But that's a big white blur, leading down into a big dark... - And that way lies the rabbit hole, Jimmy. You step away from it *right now*. You follow that any farther and who knows when you'll come back. - There's another headshake, and Jimmy's back in the here and now. Mostly. Staring at a touch screen and wondering what's waiting for him outside that door. But, little metal rooms aren't that far removed from little padded rooms, so he's leaving now.
Using the smooth metal wall as a makeshift mirror, Jimmy makes a last attempt at looking presentable. Straightening his tie, brushing himself off and trying his best to look like someone who hasn't lived in the same suit for the past six years, (Angelic dry-cleaning doesn't quite cut it, sorry Cas.) Once he's satisfied with his attempts, he'll tuck the tablet under his arm and carefully make his way out the door and onto the streets of Taxon.
Anyone interested in checking the new arrival out can see a small representation of a man in a tan trenchcoat and a black suit sprawled on the floor of an arrival chamber. Which turns into a very active representation as the man wakes up and startles away from... the tablet, apparently. Sending it skittering across the floor of the chamber and him skittering to the opposite corner. There's a few minutes of desperate cowering and trying to look very small and easily overlooked by anything ( Castiel ) before he settles enough to start focusing on things around him instead of the Regularly Scheduled Morning Delirium And Panic.
- Easy, Jimmy. It's okay. You're okay. Just waking up. You know how this goes. Just waking up, like... every other day. - He waits for the shakes to stop before he tries reaching for the whatever it was that he smacked across the.... wherever he is. Finally noticing the metal bracelet on his wrist makes him stop again. It's skin temperature, so he didn't notice it at first, but he notices it now. A smooth silver band, not quite as wide as the watch he'd had... before. His thumb runs along the edge to try and find a seam before trying to wedge the nail under it. There's a twinge of pain and he's stopping before he draws blood. - Okay. Metal bracelet grafted onto my wrist, smooth metal room, and a flat plastic thing. Still not the strangest place I've been dumped. -
Putting his confusion about the bracelet aside for now, and with a wary glance at the door, he inches over to pick up the weird plastic thing. The screen is off due to inactivity at the moment, giving everyone a rapidly spinning viewpoint as Jimmy flips the tablet over a few times. What he really remembers predates common tablet use by about two years, so it takes him a few minutes of messing around with it before the screen comes on and he can interact with it, and a few more minutes of looking for a keyboard before he figures out the touch screen. - Huh. I knew laptops were getting thinner, but *this* is new. -
He thinks he might remember seeing things like this in that week in Atlanta before he got.... here. Wherever here is. But that's a big white blur, leading down into a big dark... - And that way lies the rabbit hole, Jimmy. You step away from it *right now*. You follow that any farther and who knows when you'll come back. - There's another headshake, and Jimmy's back in the here and now. Mostly. Staring at a touch screen and wondering what's waiting for him outside that door. But, little metal rooms aren't that far removed from little padded rooms, so he's leaving now.
Using the smooth metal wall as a makeshift mirror, Jimmy makes a last attempt at looking presentable. Straightening his tie, brushing himself off and trying his best to look like someone who hasn't lived in the same suit for the past six years, (Angelic dry-cleaning doesn't quite cut it, sorry Cas.) Once he's satisfied with his attempts, he'll tuck the tablet under his arm and carefully make his way out the door and onto the streets of Taxon.
If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding
It was proving hard to be enthusiastic in the face of Extra indifference. Perky, cheery, grayly muttering to the middle distance, they didn't care. They bought the same, so long as Metody went through the motions, and that made it very hard to care about said motions.
Metody was still trying, sort of. The cloth on her booth was still bright and cheerful, but the creases from it being folded were still visible. The display of people deer meat was neat, but arranged with an eye towards efficiency, not artistry, and the vase of wild flowers was a but wilted.
And so was Metody, who looked wan and pale in her jangling rainbow of an outfit.
She perks up a bit at the sight of Levi, though. "Hello! Would you like a sample?"
Re: If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding
He hurries across to her, tablet tucked against his chest. "Uhm.. hello? You're..." There's a torrent of questions waiting, as he tries to figure out where he is this time. But he takes a deep breath, remembers how normal people do things like this and looks at her. ".... Hello, I'm terribly sorry but, do you know where I am?" Still trying to hold onto calm and professional, despite the... everything. "I woke up in the... " he points back at the smooth metal room. "And I'm not entirely sure how I got here."
There. Calm-ish and just like regular people. Confused and hysterical will probably be scheduled for later on.
I'm sorry! Work has been heck
"Oh....dear. Here, come around and si-i-" Her eyes flicked down, to where Daisybelle was sleeping under her counter, boney mass hidden from general view by Metody's bright tablecloth. Perhaps this was not a good time to introduce them. Perhaps it would be kinder to wait.
" - ah. Actually, maybe not."
"Um. This city is called Taxon. Did you read the little welcome packet on your tablet? Everyone here - all the real people and, um, people-like...sorts..wake up in the same room. We're not sure of the actual mechanic."
S'okay. Happens to the best of us! :D
"I'm... the last I remember, I was in Atlanta.. Did the angels do this?" That's the only thing he can think of, and it's not a very pleasant thought. If Heaven knows that he's out and about and decides to do something about it... That train of thought gets cut off hard, and his grip tightens enough to turn his knuckles white. "I'm... I'm sorry. I'm having a bit of a bad morning. I'm Jimmy. Jimmy Novak." He gives Metody his best 'I'm totally fine, not getting over having a massive meltdown in the arrival chamber. Really.' smile.
Re: S'okay. Happens to the best of us! :D
"I'm Metody. It's nice to meet you."
"Ah - no, I think the current theory is that they're aliens. Taxon is....the real people in it have been taken from many different worlds. You can tell at a glance who they are - we all have the silver bracelets. The creatures who brought us here are usually called, um. Hamsters. I've been told they can change forms."
Would this be the right time to repeat Sherlock's simulation theory? Probably not.
"So far as anyone knows, there's no way out if the city. You reach the edges and you pass our."
Re: S'okay. Happens to the best of us! :D
His grace reaches out to investigate this New Thing and gets a massive dose of feedback that Metody is wrong and strange and that he should have nothing to do with her. He flinches under the onslaught and does his best not to be rude and just drop Metody's hand. It fails, and Metody's hand slips from nerveless fingers as his grace twitches and tries to figure out just what it scanned.
Dropping Metody's hand and taking a step back is terribly rude, but he can't quite help it. "I'm... I'm sorry... Are.. Are you okay?"
- Because 'okay' is so descriptive. If she wasn't okay, she'd be in a hospital. She's obviously hit some sort of balance with everything, or else she'd be dead. -
"I, I mean.... I'm sorry for being rude. It's very nice to see a non..... Whatever these people are." He tries to give her a 'I'm fine, you're fine, we're all fine' smile, but it doesn't quite cover the weirdness of what he just saw.
Re: S'okay. Happens to the best of us! :D
Like, say, the knowledge he's impossibly far from home.
"Oh, gosh - here, come sit down - " She scoots the chair towards the gap that allowed her to get behind her counter, turning it so the back is towards the monster hidden under her table cloth. "Do you want something to drink? I've got - um, extremely strong sweet tea, or you could have one of my glucernas? They're sort of...kind of like milk shakes. But not cold."
"Are you alright?"
Re: S'okay. Happens to the best of us! :D
"I'm... I'm fine. Just.. uhm... Are you?" Metody looks okay, more or less. But he will accept that offer of sitting down. It's a big first day for him, and sitting down sounds nice. "But a small tea would probably not be a bad idea." He shuffles around the table and takes the offered chair, and starts making inroads towards getting his nerves under control.
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She rummages under the tablecloth, being careful to not lift it enough for him to see the bones beneath it; that particular revelation can wait. When she stands, she's holding a large metal thermos. The top is a metal cup, which she pours a shot of tea into.
"It really is strong. Sorry - I have a terrible sense of taste."
It looks more like coffee than tea, and smells like someone decided mouthwash wasn't minty enough. The taste is like a punch to the face.
Metody leans against her counter, and on the other side of it, the tablecloth gently wavers as things quietly creep away, staying low and out of Jimmy's line of sight.
"The...people-like...um. Those guys. They're called Extras - you know, like the extras in a movie? They're the background, I think. You can pick out the...more people-like individuals by their silver bracelets."
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He smells more real too.
"Ey there, mate. You're new here."
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By this point, Jimmy's taking a break from walking and is sitting on a bench. Goofing around on the tablet a little, he looks up at Spike's approach. Another new person! ...Mostly. Close enough. The Extras are weird and a little creepy. He's still not sure what to make of them, other than a generous helping of 'Do Not Want'.
"Uhm.. Hello. Yeah. Woke up here this afternoon, and been trying to figure out what's going on." He tries to put on his best 'I'm fine' smile. "I'm Jimmy. Jimmy Novak." He offers a hand to shake.
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Oh.
Jimmy's grace reaches out, faintly tickling across Spike's skin. Initially trying to figure out what's wrong with Spike (His first thought was circulatory problems, but... not in the way he was thinking.) And then his grace whisks back, not wanting to be rude or.... He can hear a random, gravelly voice ( Dean ) saying something about personal space. "I'm... I'm sorry." Cheeks coloring and looking incredibly embarrassed about his grace getting too friendly.
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He pulls his hand back and looks at the blush and looks really confused, "Sure. Sorry. What for, exactly?" He hasn't had any real sort of contact with anything angelic.
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He's got kind of an idea of what's wrong, but he doesn't know for sure. And having to explain to everyone what's wrong with him and the inevitable how he got it is a bit of a mess. "I see what you mean about the... mousetrap. Although, this might fit in more with reality TV." He shakes his head and moves over a little, if Spike wants to sit.
[Location: Taxon Plaza] (can be whenever you want it, next day, same day, whatever works for you!)
Jeremy doesn't interrupt his performance when he sees a new figure walking by, but he does lift his chin towards him in a little nod as the apple arcs overhead.
"Hey hey hey, maybe you know, mister-- why was the tomato so red?"
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Jimmy walks down the street, carefully dodging the Extras and lost in his own thoughts. Still clutching the tablet to his chest and trying to let what he's been told sink in. Aliens? Taxon? The... Extras?
What!?
When Jeremy calls out to him, jimmy stops. Looking around in confusion to make sure that he's the one being addresed. ".. Uhm. I... don't know?"
Another Real Person. He's not sure about the kids, but the street performer's real. And that's.... oddly comforting. That there are other people here and that he's not alone. He darts across the street to the performer, wondering if he has anything else to share about what the hell he's landed in.
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Jeremy's smile gets more sympathetic as he registers the guy has that shell-shocked look that comes to one of two classes of people: those rolled by the hooker-roofied-you-and-stole-your-wallet-combo, and those new to Taxon.
"Because he was embarrassed. Know why he was embarrassed?"
(Orange flies overhead. Banana flips around a finger and arcs up to follow it.)
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"Because... Because he saw the salad dressing?" He thinks about it again. That sounds right. And he has to shove away the twinge that thinking about Claire gives him. These weird not!children don't give him the same twinge, but terrible jokes that Claire was so amused by, she remembered them all day to come home and tell her Dad? Yeah. Those hurt.
But he can fall apart later, in private. For now, it's find people and find out more about where he is.
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"--yeah. Heard it before, huh?" he asks rhetorically.
"Scram, alla you, show's over," he says with a gesture at the 'children', who make an on-cue noise of disappointment and start to disperse. He wades forward and offers the hand not holding several pieces of fruit.
"Sup? I'm Jeremy, and you're new."
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"Is it that obvious that I'm new?" He grins sheepishly. Still having no idea that his arrival was televised.
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They're in front of a fountain-- a big, big fountain, much like the Pacific Ocean is a 'body of water'. Specifically, they're in front of the Bellagio Fountain, if Jimmy ever went to Vegas or saw pictures (you know, before an angel screwed up his life). The primary difference is that no railing separates the Fountain from the spectators-- just the raised edge of a lip. Jeremy sits down on this edge and squints up at Jimmy in the bright sunlight.
Daughter, huh. That suuuucks. Bad enough to get yoinked here if you're just, you know, fucking around, Jeremy figures. But if you gotta kid? Extra-suck.
"I'd ask how you're doing, but that's such a stupid question," Jeremy says while raking his messy hair back from his face. "You're either one of the super-people, in which case you're like 'Heyyyy it's Tuesday', or you're a regular dick like me, which means you're one loud noise away from running screaming for the fake ocean, ooga-booga freakout."
The apple, orange, and banana get set down on the railing next to him. "But if you need any help getting, like, oriented or shit, I'm a helper. And a lot of people are nice, here."
And some of them aren't, but Jeremy tries to focus on the positive.
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He winces at the 'winter' comment. "I'm.... a little bit of both, really. I already had my doctor recommended panic attack for the day, and I'm starting to get used to waking up in strange places." A wry, bitter grin flickers across his face. "I'm not nearly interesting or rich enough to be one of the 'super-people' though. Just a guy who said yes to the wrong thing."
"And then I woke up here. Before all this? I was an ad salesman for a radio station in Pontiac, Illinois. Nine to Five job, church on Sunday, nicely boring little life. Then..... things changed." - Made the stupidest fucking decision of your entire life, Jimmy. Stop kidding yourself. "And it got... bad for a while, before I woke up here." He looks down at the tablet in his hands, flipping it over in his hands to have something to do.
"So... What's your story? Besides nearly freezing your ass off on arrival?"
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He scuffs his sneakers against the sidewalk, listening while Jimmy talks, frowning a tiny bit at 'panic attack'.
"Man. If I had a dollar for every time I'd said yes when I shouldn't have.... well, it wouldn't matter cuz dollars do jackshit here, but, you know, I could make some badass origami."
Of course, Jeremy's bad life decisions don't exactly come anywhere close to Jimmy's Big Decision, but Jeremy doesn't know that.
He shrugs and fishes a washer from his jeans pocket, absently practicing with it as he answers-- making it seem to appear and disappear between his fingers, dance across his knuckles.
"I don't got a story. 'm just a nice Jewish boy who makes people laugh. I am the dolphin to the Taxon tuna: mistakenly yoinked by the bad guys. They were probably going for.... I dunno. The Blue Man Group, and their aim was off by a block."
He botches a pass with the metallic watcher and it slips from his fingers to bounce on the sidewalk, tang-tang-tang. Jeremy bends to scoop it up before it can roll away.
"You hungry? Someone treated me to a meal my first day here."
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He shrugs. "I'm not that interesting. It's kind of complicated, but I'm just an ad salesman from Pontiac." - Maybe they were trying to go for Castiel and got me after Castiel.... dumped me? - He shudders. That's an image that gets stuffed in the box right now.
The mention of food gets a smile out of him, and he's about to answer when his stomach does instead. A loud growl that Jeremy can easily hear. ".... Sorry." He blushes and shakes his head. "It's... A long story."
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The audible rumble of Jimmy's tummy makes Jeremy's grin get bigger. "No worries, man. I have this fine selection of fresh and only slightly bruised fruit for you to pick from!
"Just kidding. I'll take you for real food. Whatcha hungry for?"
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With his fare for the past week being what he could scavenge out of trash cans and soup kitchens, a good meal sounds divine. "... But maybe something with a buffet." No point in making his host pay for more than one serving, if he can hit a buffet with free refills. Right now? Quantity over quality and anything sounds good.
He stands again, and offers Jeremy a hand up.
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Much like Mayland Long, Jeremy Fischer is engaged in cataloging Taxon's restaurants. Unlike Mayland Long, Jeremy Fischer is not terribly burdened by standards.
He takes the offered hand easily and bounces to his feet in his scuffed sneakers. The fruit goes into a plastic bag that he pulls from his pocket. He starts leading for the restaurant.
"So.... ad salesman, huh? I can say I've never tried that."
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"I minored in music, though. That was much more interesting. Took all the modern music classes I could, and loved 'em.... Unfortunately, as my parents were so fond of pointing out.." He clears his throat, bringing out his best Parental Voice of Disapproval, which Jeremy is probably fairly familiar with as well. "A music degree won't pay the bills, James." He glances over, dropping the voice. "... please don't call me James."
But he follows Jeremy to the Chinese buffet. "Anything I should know to avoid, or is it standard Chinese buffet food. i.e. 'Not terrible, cheap, and filling if you load up on it'?"
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"Music? No shit! I majored in Music Comp.... well, for one year anyway-- but yeah, I know all about the specter of the Parental Career Advice." Not that he had listened.
"No James. You got it.
"Their General Tso's chicken is unusually spicy? And I don't really trust their seafood, sittin' out on the line. Other than that, go wild. Pork buns! Violating kosher has never tasted so sweet."
The inside of the restaurant is full of the scents of Chinese food, or more specifically, American-style Chinese food. All the MSG you can eat! Jeremy waves his bracelet vaguely at the cashier to pay for two and starts loading up his plate.
And... I'm an idiot. Totally lost track of this thread with the Event. I'm so very sorry.
And he is all too happy to demolish his way through the Chinese buffet, since, MSG-laden or not, it's been a bit since he had a chance at a filling meal, and he's going to take advantage of it. Starting off with a bowl of beef with mushrooms and a pile of mei fun noodles, he'll happily eat his way through the buffet and swap stories with Jeremy about life at a radio station. ("You remember the show on TV about the radio station? They got it right a lot of the time.")
Not even a thing, no apologies allowed, you're doing fine! <3
Lunch is a conversation that is, by Taxon standards, incredibly mundane. No talk of superpowers or superheros or magic or mutants. Jeremy listens to radio station stories, talks with his mouth full, and expresses his desire to be a DJ, one of many life dreams that never quite got off the ground.
"...closest I got was bangin' this girl who was college DJ for Tuesday Night Lilith," he admits. "Dude. Never date a girl who listens to heavier metal than you do. It's, like, emasculating and shit."
He takes a huge bite of rice and stir-fry. "Diimh myoo almwaym wum oo be a malefmman?"
[Crazy Bernie furniture commercials are totally a real thing where I live. So awful.]
Re: Not even a thing, no apologies allowed, you're doing fine! <3
"She thought drum sticks were the best snacks ever. She'd drop anything if we offered her one. When she was teething, we'd smear Orajel on 'em and let her chew. Yeah, it wasn't the best idea, but she couldn't bite hard enough to splinter anything and she would chew on those, versus those teething rings you'd put in the freezer." He shrugs. "I couldn't tell you, but it worked, and she..... mostly got through teething without a hitch." A faint smile at seeing the photos. Claire was Daddy's Little Girl, and he misses her terribly.
"But musician wouldn't pay the bills nearly as nicely as Ad Salesman would, so.. that's what I went for. And I still get to hang out with musicians every day, so it's.... kind of a proxy thing."
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"Haha, chewing on the drum sticks? Maybe she's got a future. Punk rockette."
He hands back the wallet and pictures, considering whether to ask more questions about the dude's family. He clearly misses 'em like hell. Sucks for him, but Jeremy's tactic is going to be to not let him dwell on it. Escapism. Distraction. It's Jeremy's motto, and he's happy to share.
"Okay okay okay wait. Time out. So you always wanted to be a musician? Drums?"
Jeremy's eyes gleam in a manner that could be deemed predatory.
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His wallet gets tucked back into an inside pocket carefully, the memories more important than the credit cards or the two bucks in cash. "But it's irrelevant. I had other priorities, and I couldn't go chasing being a musician with a wife and a baby on the way."
And Jeremy can probably pick out the Parental Disapproval Voice in that, thick and heavy, even with the dust of years. "So, I went into business and got a job with the radio station. It... wasn't so bad."
[text for the time being]
This time he's in the middle of sterilizing some of his laboratory equipment with a blowtorch, gloves and protective goggles on--Jimmy is quiet enough not to immediately take his attention away from his work. When he's satisfied, though, he glances back up and notices that his tablet--cast aside for the time being on one of his two workbenches, which were both free acquisitions and do not match--is blinking.
He checks his messages and watches Jimmy's arrival transmission, as he watches all of them, eventually. There are a number of things immediately apparent about Novak, Jimmy, some less so, but one stands out the most: the man is frightened out of his wits.
(Elsewhere in Taxon, Johannes Cabal watches the holo too and then dismisses it--not his concern, and the android David studies the frightened human on the screen and decides that his sometimes-unsettling presence might not be the ticket just yet. Taxon's something of a panopticon when it comes to new arrivals, unfortunately. They don't get very many.)
Sherlock hesitates and then sheds his gloves and opens up the message again. He contemplates it for a moment and then types in a text message:
Calm down. You're in no immediate danger.
And a few seconds later again, in customary style: Check your screen for the introductory file.
Jimmy's tablet pings two alerts.
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His eyes close as one hand grabs a fistful of coat, and the other tightens on the tablet. He's not there anymore. Castiel is gone. Who knows where or how, but gone. Maybe gone for good. And that's something that may be worth celebrating. A little.
But he sends back a Thank you. text before using the Welcome to Taxon guide to distract himself from the potential flashback.
(I just realized that I gave you nothing to work with. I am so sorry.)
Thank you for the help. Who is this?
[text] np! <3 it's text, there's only so much you can do!
His attempts to be helpful to arrivals always tend to devolve sooner later (or revert, if one's being neutral) into tech support.
[Text message, the day after Jimmy's arrival]
The following file is a medical questionnaire designed to help us care for you should you get fucked up, fucked over, fucked out, fucked in the head, or otherwise unable to dictate the terms of your own care.
If you do not think you will ever be incapacitated in Taxon, you are a jackass, but you should still scroll to the bottom and check the little box that indicates you are refusing medical treatment.
Thanks,
Paul Smecker
======[Attached File: MedSurvey.X]======
1. Name
2.
Date of BirthAge as best you know it3. Are you a fully biological human in all respects? If yes, fill out the rest of the questions on this page and save this file to your tablet. If no, fill this out, and make sure you tab to the next page in the file and fill that out too.
4. Blood type if you know it?
5. How do you feel about being healed by magical or experimental means? Please detail your consent or lack thereof in plain terms, as your answer is what will be consulted should your ass be unconscious or in a diminished capacity.
6. Existing medical conditions? Explain fully, please.
7. Taking any medications?
8. Allergic to any medications, or other substances?
9. Is there anything else we should know about you in the occasion that we need to render you medical aid?
10. Does anything out of the ordinary happen should you fall unconscious, or die?
[Next Page]
1. I am a... check One:
() Augmented or enhanced human
() Undead
() Shapeshifter
() Other non-human, please clarify
2. Any substances that are toxic or dangerous to your person and should be kept far from you in case of a medical emergency?
3. What is your resting pulse, if applicable?
4. Normal blood pressure, if applicable?
5. Normal body temperature, if applicable?
6. How should we render care to you if you are unresponsive? Are human medicines or medical procedures harmful to you?
Save your completed file to your tablet. It will be consulted in the case of an emergency or if you are incapacitated.
If you do not wish to receive any medical aid should you become incapacitated, please check this box, because otherwise you're getting it, sport. ()
[OOC: You don't actually have to fill this out if you don't want to. ;) You can just handwave that your character has done so if you like, and/or have Jimmy ask questions.]