Night 48: Doctor's Office 3 [Dr. Kisugi]

[doneinthree]

[from here]

The moment they were both inside, however, their radios blared to life again, although with less grating force than before. Kirk carefully set his flashlight on Kisugi's desk before taking out his out to listen to the message.

Finally, some real information, without cryptic riddles framing it. Of course, 'the dense part of the forest

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[sewenteen_sir]

Chekov looked around the office, not spotting anything that was completely out of the ordinary for a 20th century doctor's office. Though he wasn't looking particularly hard. He was too busy berating himself for not recognizing the signs sooner. Setsuna had been quiet at the beginning, but if Chekov had only alerted him, maybe they could have done something. Kept him awake, got him talking... anything.

But apparently, this was the second instance of Chekov falling down where he was needed most. His thoughts, his recommendations--they were needed. Otherwise the people he came into contact with would end up much like Setsuna and Spock's mother.

"Sir?" Chekov blinked out of his wholly depressing thoughts. "The forest?"

He might have heard a radio broadcast, but it had been short and not at the forefront of his thoughts. Chekov had to pull himself together, before he became a hindrance to the Captain instead of staying the well-known 'Russian Wiz Kid' of Starfleet.

[doneinthree]

Kirk looked over to Chekov when he spoke, and despite the distraction of his own thoughts - or maybe because of it - he recognized a young man preoccupied. He waved his radio at Chekov before placing it back into his coat pocket. "The radio woman hinted that her ally is outside the institute, in 'the dense of part of the forest'."

As work was the best way to get someone's mind off of their worries, Kirk didn't waste a second in picking up his flashlight. Yet it wasn't his intent to leave the conversation there either, and he walked back to the ensign. "Listen, Chekov, you heard the intercom. They're able to pull people in here and out again just like that - we don't know why it happens, we don't know if there was anything that could have been done. But," and there was nothing but seriousness behind Kirk's voice as he looked intently at the seventeen-year-old under his command, "if there is any way to prevent it, then I will not have a member of this crew vanishing. There's four of us here - we'll keep an eye on each other every shift

[sewenteen_sir]

Chekov buckled a little under Kirk's hand, but recovered quickly enough. Quickly enough to offer a small smile born from the renewed confidence the captain had instilled in him. He probably didn't have to tell Captain Kirk how terribly this place was affecting him. Unable to find his stars, unable to grasp basic logic, watching people die and disappear... Chekov had been raised and had matured in a world of math, physics, and solid realities. And in the past few days he'd been introduced to time travel, reanimated human bodies, and spontaneous death and disappearance. He was completely out of his element

[doneinthree]

"Having met the woman, I wouldn't be surprised if she'd managed to do that by eye." Kirk panned his flashlight across the dust-free surface of Kisugi's desk, but he knew already that there wouldn't be anything remotely personal to see. He'd been in here before, and hadn't glimpsed any pictures or personal items or even an open roll of mints. The doctor was worse than a Vulcan - a robot, he might almost be tempted to say, if he didn't know the flesh-and-blood qualities of a woman so well.

Andrea, kiss Captain Kirk, said a voice at the back of his memory, and Kirk made a face as he realized exactly where it came from and what happened in that scene. Not to be deterred by memories of beautiful women he'd technically never met, he quickly opened and went through the desk drawers, finding their contents as precise and exacting as everything else in the room

[whichwayagain]

[ From here. Time warping with permission.]Mihai entered the room slowly, on watch for anything or anyone that might still be lurking in the shadows. If life had taught them anything, it was that no one liked to be intruded on during their private affairs. They could only count their blessings that Badou didn't have a camera to record the moment, and bring down some literal mob on them both. The only benefit to their location in that situation was the building's apparent ability to self-heal. Lacking the same (or the accelerated rate, at least), Mihai much preferred caution to temper his actions

[cigarettes_plz]

It wasn't all that surprising that the door was open. People came around here to hunt for cigarettes and shit like that, right? Badou followed Mihai inside. He couldn't believe it after all the time he'd spent here, but the darkness of Makiko's office made him claustrophobic

[whichwayagain]

"Office supplies could be helpful. Letter openers and scissors would be best. We can sharpen them, and you can smuggle them back in easily enough." Provided the orderlies didn't do too thorough of a search before the visit, at least. "It'll give you something to defend yourself with

[cigarettes_plz]

Don't sit down, don't put your back against a wall, don't let yourself get pinned down - he knew all of that. He really should have thought of it when he was Dr. Crazyface-poking instead. It wasn't like Badou was a novice when it came to getting in over his head during a fight.

He should have screamed. He'd been too freaked out to do anything coherent by the end of it, but his current track record with Makiko might be in his favour. The nurses had seen her broken nose and they knew the usual outcome of therapy so they'd be close enough to hear either one of them scream. "Should have done that last time." Badou muttered aloud.

He shook his head, shifting the contents of the drawer mostly by touch. Ruler, pen, box of staples... "Did I mention she leapt over the-" He snatched his hand out of the drawer like it had been scalded. Almost immediately after, he laughed, partially at his own retardedness and partially out of relief. "Fucking hell. Scissors. I was saying, she leapt over the desk. This place is fucked up."