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screwloose ([personal profile] screwloose) wrote2009-08-21 10:37 am
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[RL with Mikaela]

Dr. Stein waited just outside the compound for Mikaela to arrive, his stitched and patched labcoat blowing a bit in the hot Africa wind. He smiled as the young woman rolled up in her very fine motorcycle, his glasses glinting in the sun as he looked her over. No immediate signs of injury.

Though she was only a few years older than his students, and definitely too young for him, he couldn't help but enjoy the ride back to his own world.

They arrived just outside his own laboratory, which was a tall concrete building, which also looked to have been stitched together, much like his own body and clothing. Scraggly trees with no leaves adorned the grounds, which were surrounded by a high wrought iron fence.

The sun stared down upon them, far cooler than the place where they had just left. The sun had a face, and it was laughing good-naturedly at them, its voice deep and echoing.

"You can leave the bike inside the grounds, it'll be safe there," Stein said cheerfully as he got down and opened the front gate. "Welcome to my home, Mikaela."

[identity profile] know-sacrifice.livejournal.com 2009-08-24 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Mikaela pursed her lips thoughtfully, trying to remember. "I'm...not sure," she said eventually. "I started noticing it a couple weeks ago, I guess? Like, it happened enough for me to realize it wasn't just random, or whatever. But I think it happened before that and I just didn't worry about it much."

[identity profile] know-sacrifice.livejournal.com 2009-08-25 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh! Well. Uh. Yeah." She laughed, a little self-consciously. "They had to be, um, amputated. From here, and here." She indicated the same places on her thighs as a moment before. "And then Apollo grew them back for me when he got his powers back..."

[identity profile] know-sacrifice.livejournal.com 2009-08-25 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"That could be it, I guess..." she said, if anything relieved by his interest in the problem. That meant he'd care enough to actually figure it out, which would be nice. "I just worry that... I dunno, like, they're gonna come off again, or something. That something's happening inside to make 'em hurt, you know?"

She slid off the table and took the gown from him. "Okay," she said, nonplussed by the request, and very clearly waiting for him to leave--or at least run his back--before she started stripping.

[identity profile] know-sacrifice.livejournal.com 2009-08-25 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Mikaela changed into the gown quickly, folding up her clothes neatly as she stripped out of them. She was smoothing down the front of the gown, making sure it covered her properly, when he walked back in.

With a nod, she hopped back up onto the examination table. "Ooh, it's cold!" she exclaimed with a real shiver and an exaggerated pout. She lay back regardless, stretching her legs out, another shiver raising momentary goosebumps on her bare arms and legs.

"Sharp, I guess?" she said as she smoothed the gown out again. "Like someone put a string or something around and is pulling really tight."

[identity profile] know-sacrifice.livejournal.com 2009-08-26 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
If it hadn't been for that smile, she probably would have been worried. As it was, she just giggled and said, "I'm almost afraid to ask what you mean."

She lay still while he started examining her, though as his hand moved higher it started to tickle, and it was an effort not to kick or squirm away. She tried to ignore the tickling, looking around the room again and turning her eyes to his head, and that weird bolt there, when he started turning it. She couldn't quite help staring.

"Uh. I got, um. Stepped on, actually. By a Decepticon..."

[identity profile] know-sacrifice.livejournal.com 2009-08-27 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay," she said with a nod. So far it wasn't painful, just making her feel kinda ticklish, though it wasn't as bad now with the increased pressure. "'S not painful at all, now..."

She nodded again, more enthusiastically this time. "Most of 'em are, anyway. It seems like they're either all giganto, or little buggers. ...Except for Barricade, I guess, he's kind of in the middle.

"But it was a big one, yeah. Bonecrusher..."

[identity profile] know-sacrifice.livejournal.com 2009-08-28 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
"I know, right?" she returned, just as wryly. "God, it almost seems funny, now. I mean, he didn't even do it on purpose..." She gave her head a shake, as if denying that she'd just admitted that. "Whatever."

She pushed herself up on the table, looking down at her legs for a minute before using a fingertip to indicate where it occasionally hurt. "Here--" A line about halfway down thigh. "--and here." Another, this one higher, nearly at the place where her leg joined her hip. There was a flash of bright pink underwear peeking out from where she'd pushed her gown up to show him.

"Psychological?" she repeated. "Am I going nuts...?"

[identity profile] know-sacrifice.livejournal.com 2009-08-28 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"To be fair, I don't think the 'Cons care all that much about little squishies like us," she said with a rueful laugh. "If anything, us squishies should try to not do stupid shit like running through the middle of a giant robot fight."

It had taken her a long time to come to terms with the fact that what had happened had been as much her fault as Boncecrusher's, if not more. After all, she could expect an Autobot to keep an eye on his feet and try to avoid casual destruction of bystanders, but a Decepticon? That was just foolish.

She'd probably never be able to assume responsibility entirely for the accident, though.

The pressure was a little uncomfortable, only because he was probing so hard with his fingers, but there was definitely no pain.

"...Huh," she said. "That...that makes sense, I guess!"

[identity profile] know-sacrifice.livejournal.com 2009-08-29 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," she said with a sigh and a twist of her lips. "I guess so."

But that didn't mean she had to like the idea, and definitely didn't mean it had been easy for her to do so far as she already had. It was hard to admit that the giant evil robot who'd maimed her probably hadn't done it on purpose.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure this is the first time I've had my body healed magically," she said with a chuckle. Then she sighed again, squirming a little before she realized he was trying to examine her still and making herself sit still.

"I dunno where he is. He hasn't been online in a while..."

[identity profile] know-sacrifice.livejournal.com 2009-08-29 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Mikaela sat up on the table, pulling the robe down a little more. She nodded as she listened; she'd been afraid the verdict would be something like this, which was why she'd waited until she was sure it was definitely happening and not just some coincidence to try and talk to somebody about it.

She probably would have been horrified by the offer if she hadn't seen the grin he gave her as he made it. "Well, tempting as that is," she said with a grin of her own, "I'm pretty sure Apollo fixed me up right, what with being the god of healing and all.

"So I guess I'll just wait and hope my legs don't pop off randomly~"

[identity profile] know-sacrifice.livejournal.com 2009-08-29 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
That little flash of disappointment was far creepier to her than his grin had been, but she put it from her mind. "Okay," she said brightly, "I think I can manage that. Go for a walk or a bike ride instead of taking my motorcycle, or something..." The exercise was definitely going to be harder than getting some protein in her diet, that was for sure.

She swung her legs over the edge of the table, feet swinging again. "Yeah, I think I'd like some coffee, thanks!"

[identity profile] know-sacrifice.livejournal.com 2009-08-29 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's as important as making my legs stop hurting~" she said with a laugh, though some color came into her cheeks as she said it. "I'll be out in a minute!"

She waited until the door had closed and pulled off the gown. Unsure of where it she should put it, she just folded it and left it on the examination table. She pulled on her clothes and took a minute to settle them, redid her ponytail, and then picked up her helmet and went looking for the living room.