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[Synik]

Sometime after the ride down in the lift...

The Number Syndrome now feels like the memories of a bad sim stim run. Things are looking up for you and you got to catch up with Jo Girl yesterday. She was in good spirits and she promised to send you a blurt when she got topside. Unlike the rest of you, Jo wouldn't stay; saying she had to go back. Family to look after. News to you, but there you go.

You're in one of the guest rooms, not far from the big room you and the rest of the crew woke up in. Eve handed you a disposable medical gown and a spray tube of military-grade battle sterilant . You try to remember this is for the op, and she's not taking a pop at you.

As you finish getting ready, there's a knock at your door.

[Dehoffren]

It was a strange mixture of emotions that swam around Fi’s head, relief and delight that Jo-Girl was recovered and grief and sorrow that she had just upped and left. Fi felt alone as if she had been abandoned and this was combined with a certain amount of resentment. How could Jo-Girl just leave, especially with the ops Fi was about to go through, hadn’t they had the Trix surgeries together, each one buoying the other up in the moments when doubt and fear surfaced and now she sat here alone, her old friend and her new friends nowhere to be seen “I’m not a complete idiot she replied to Eve, the harsh edge in her voice having more to do with her emotions than what the woman had actually said “I have had the odd surgery before now, I know the drill”

[Synik]

"I ain't Eve," comes a rough voice through the door. You recognise it as Trent, the Triton guy. "Skirts ain't really my thing." There's a light tease to his voice. Gentle mockery, but friendly with it. "You mind if I come in? Nae sent me down her to collect you. He's had to switch rooms - we had a guy from up top, beat up pretty bad."

He pushes at the door and offers you a slip of paper. It takes a moment for you realise what it is. It's a letter. An actual handwritten letter. "Your friend. Jo, she left this for you. Told me to hand it over after she'd gone. Said she was sorry and hoped you'd understand." Trent's slightly webbed hand puts in on the shelf by the door. "I'll be down the corridor, room 6 when you're ready."

[Dehoffren]

“Shame” declared Fi looking at Trent’s legs “You could carry it off I reckon” She watched as he placed the letter on the side “From Jo is it?” surprise reigning supreme, she'd not daring to imagine that her friend had the resources to buy paper let alone the ink “I’ll be there in a minute” she said “I just want to take a peek at this” Righting herself to a seated position she stared at the letter for a couple of second wondering what laid inside before she reached forward and grasped the paper, it felt strange to her fingertips as if it was alive.

[Synik]

"Everyone's a comedian," Trent drawled as he walked down the corridor. The slap-slap-slap of bare feet faded away with his voice. You turn the letter over and pull it out of the envelope. It feels weird, knowing that people used to do this all the time. Well, give or take a couple of centuries. The paper is smooth and dry, most unlike the cheap pulped stuff you'd see for flyers or fast-news leaflets. Jo-Girl's handwriting is precise and flowing, where did she learn that skill? Some nights you were so hammered, neither of you would be safe with an eye liner.

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Dear Fi,

I hope this letter finds you in good spirits. I'm sorry I had to up and leave you - I feel such a sh** for doing so. Maybes doubly so for all that you did for me. The times in the clinic, that bad night in Mari Gras and of course, the Numbers stuff too. I'm real sorry, honey - please, please don't be cross. I've got to go see my Dad, Winston. He was injured in a fight and he's at Joe's Bar. I can't wait down here, not if there's a chance to still see him. I'll be back to see you out of the womb-tank - just like always.

Love,
J.G.

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You hold the letter for a moment and re-read it. Winston? Winston? Why does that man ring a bell? You frown and try to think. Yes: the guy from Joe's Bar. The techie bloke. Is that Jo-Girl's Dad?

[Dehoffren]

Fi’s eyes scanned the letter as her fingers constantly rubbed the edge of the paper relishing the strange sensation “Wow, I didn’t see any of that coming” she said to herself before jumping off the bed and heading for Room 6

[Synik]

Room 6 was along the corridor and you could hear Trent's laconic tones from within. "... not that it'll be a problem. Just connect to the second circuit and the feed'll be fine." He turns his head to the door as you come closer. "All good yeah?" There's an edge of something under the humour: is it concern?

"Welcome, Fi," Nae's synthesized voice rumbles from the centre of the room. The war-droid shell stand over a wide table: an unfolded womb-tank. The flat sculpted bed reforms itself to a scan of you earlier. "If you are ready," Nae continues. "We are ready to begin the process. Trent?"

"I'm outta here," the Triton grunts and walks off. "Good luck," he says over his shoulder as he heads out of the room.

"If you could leave your clothes on the stand," Nae says and he points one of his many arms to a stand just behind the door. "Re-skin and nu-hair implants, yes?"

[Dehoffren]

“Sounds like a plan” beamed Fi as she easily wiggled out of her clothes “No bladder augmentation then, shame” she shrugged as the last vestments of decency fell to the floor “Oh well whoever is with me will just have to put up with frequent stops” she padded over towards Nae her eyes still devouring the machine, the robot’s make up still fascinated Fi “So what wrong with Trent? Screamish?”

[Synik]

The floor is pleasantly warm against your bare feet. The air-con, just so. "If you wish me to investigate your bladder, I can," Nae retorts. "I believe it is a common problem for Trix people." His tone shifts to carry light amusement. "With all the extra plumbing, there's less capacity. Please, take a seat."

As if on cue, the medical coffin - for you cannot help but think of it like that in someway - tips upward to make it easier for you. Nae shifts on his massive legs and a few of his arms jostle, new medical equipment sliding from recessed panels. "Trent left as curtosey," Nae answered. "He's only had the one form." The womb-tank starts to tip into the horizontal and the walls begin to rise upwards. You feel a touch of something cold against your neck and the world becomes warm and fuzzy - much like the right dose of Klute. "Trent hasn't worn as many forms," the metal man adds finally.

OOC

Other than getting Fi's mods out of the way, the only thing that remains is handing out the skill improvements and seeing Jo Girl. That okay?

Edited by Synik, 20 July 2010 - 09:30 PM.

[Dehoffren]

[ ooc fine by me Mister S]

[Synik]

With the blissful warmth and dislocation of a fine narcotic, you drift away. The womb-tank slid and twisted until you are sealed in a strange metal chrysalis. Medical feeds, breathing tubes and shunts slid through the darkness; seeking out their targets. Slowly the tank filled with nanotech infused liquid. In time, Nae's multifold touch would dance through your body. Tweaks to the physique, modifications at the genetic level. Stir carefully and leave to rise naturally.

You wake up feeling like you've overslept and in need of a good shower. The nanogel has made your skin sticky in places, but your face and arms are bone dry. Two figures swim into focus as your eyes adjust. A tall angular one - that must be Nae - and a smaller, bouncier one to his right. "Howya doing, girl?" You recognise the voice - it's Jo Girl.

"Welcome back," Nae rumbles. "The work was a complete success." Jo holds a mirror between her fingers and steps forward to offer it to you. All part of the Trix routine - rebirth and renew.

Edited by Synik, 21 July 2010 - 10:18 PM.

[Dehoffren]

“Hiya sweetie” beamed Fi once she had been able to prize apart her sticky lips. Grabbing the mirror with both hands she turned her head one way and then the other checking out the work “Not too shabby, not too shabby at all Nae” Fi’s eyelids fluttered shut, suddenly she was acutely aware of her pores and hair follicles, she could feel them under her skin, moving and expanding, pushing up a strand of hair. She opened her eyes to see a bluish toned stubble adorning her face “Nice!” she exclaimed as the hair retreated from whence it came before she started jiggling a little “I see you didn’t have much luck with the bladder Nae, must just go the little boys/girls room” she exclaimed launching herself from the bed “You” she said turning and hugging Jo-Girl “Wait here I wanna a catch up, a proper one!” she ordered before heading towards the bathroom

[Synik]

"Fi," Nae cut in and the robosurgeon raised a heavy arm. "A moment before you go." You notice Nae didn't wait for you to answer, but rolled on. Maybe he's used to giving the orders. "You left arm: touch your wrist and draw your finger along. That controls the colour of your skin. Pull towards the elbow and it will darken. Push towards the wrist and you will pale. The same is true for your hair: but the activator in in your scalp. Pull your finger down from the top of your ear for length. Do the same near your jaw line to control facial hair."

Nae raised his other arm and a red light flashed at the end of one finger. The womb-tank started to close up and run its self-cleaning routine. "You've been gone *ages*," Jo Girl sang as s/he took your arm. "And you're all icky. You so need a wash, Fi-me-dear."

[Dehoffren]

Fi followed Nae’s instructions as she tested the new add ons “Gosh Nae you’re out done yourself. Jo can you imagine that old dear that always just “happens” to drop in on a Thursday squeal when I tickle her with my new bristles” Fi laughed heartily before accepting Jo-Girl’s invitations for a wash and brush up. There were things that she wanted to ask her friend...how much she remember about the syndrome, how she had contracted it, what she was doing anywhere near Hopton and his cronies and since when had she had a father or learnt how to right but the growing pressure of her full bladder and the sticky residue that coated everywhere where far more pressing.

[Synik]

OOC

Top stuff. Would it be okay to leave it there? There's a few threads for next time around.

Do you need any help with the character skills stuff in OOC, by the way?