[HIS BRAIN IS SOOOOO SOUPY GOD. He's just having the audacity to be so comfycozy in Scien's arms even though he's still telling people he does not like Scien.]
No, and yes... [Thinking back with great exhaustion on Thursday. Yeah his stamina is fine.] Everything seems to be in order, more or less. ...I think I may visit the springs, though.
[He doesn't want to because his Catholic Guilt demands he keep his injuries as penance, but everyone is so worried about his stupid foot that it makes him feel even worse. MATSUI ALSO HAD THIS PROBLEM.]
[HE LETS LUCAS GET AWAY WITH TOO MUCH!!!!! HE GETS AWAY WITH TOO DAMN MUCH!!!!!! But he does truly appreciate having his agency and he perhaps tucks himself away a little more cozily on the reflex of feeling safe and listened to.]
I'll let you know.
[Or he will just meander off at some point, either way.]
unfortunately that just gets scien to laugh, a warm and amused sound. ]
You can't hide from me forever.
[ (threat)
but he'll shift his hold on lucas so it's easier from him to open the door, bringing them into his room! it's such an empty, almost clinical space, a little reminiscent of the institute itself. multiple machines have been built, towers that hold data and seem to be running tests even while scien was gone. it's not the cleanest, but it's manageable given the fact that will is just staying in the penthouse and scien calls him down to clean. there's no bed in sight, just a couch. it's some combination between scien's office and the actual laboratories in the institute, though there's of course not a single reliver machine to be found.
but there is a scrap pile of other tech that scien cannibalized just to build all this.
he'll walk forward, setting lucas on the couch gently ]
[HE JUST IGNORES THAT STATEMENT HE CAN HIDE!!! HE CAN HIDE!!!!! (he cannot hide)
But he'll allow himself to be carried over to the couch, and he glances around the space as they go. It's certainly clinical, but considering how barren his own room is, does his ass really have space to judge... He's a little surprised by the tidiness considering how quickly he'd managed to get shit all over Adolphe's house, but then he remembers Will is indeed over here and also feels guilty about it because he KILLED THAT GUY. It's fine...
At the question, he just nods.]
I am. You said you wanted to look at my stitches again and redo the bandages...?
[In addition to the usual checks. He'll just start disrobing from the top, though, because he truly is nowhere near as much of a Catholic as people fucking thing he is. But as he goes:] --What are all of these...?
[ everyday grateful that scien is still being soooo gentle and careful with lucas so the disrobing doesn't fully activate the horny brain
as scien goes to gather the supplies he needs—more bandages, something to wipe down lucas's injuries, more stitches—he'll just answer from afar. ]
I want to understand this space. The machine failed last time because of the interference of magic, which I've never needed to take into my calculations before. If I'm able to understand more of the molecular structure of this location, I'll be able to limit risks from whatever comes next.
Aside from that, I have a few people who asked me to grant them miracles. I intend to follow through, when I make time for it.
[ it's so funny that by endgame people always ask scien to save them but it's very ic at least ]
Lucas will just watch him move about from his seat on the couch, disrobed down to the waist and keeping his hands folded neatly together in his lap. He's a good patient... He will not get up and start walking around on his bustedass ankle again.
IT REALLY IS SO IC THOUGH DAMN Lucas gazes over toward some of the machines.]
I see... [Everyone truly ends up relying on Scien Brofiise. Something about it sits uncomfortably within him for a second, but that's just his rabies.] ...Do you understand more about it here, then?
[ he's just so beautiful is what he is and scien doesn't care about aesthetics but he does care about getting to touch who he wants
but scien will ignore any and all of that for now, coming back with his supplies. he'll lift lucas one more time, forcing his legs to come up onto the couch and over scien's lap so that his bad ankle can be elevated. he also puts an ice pouch wrapped in a cloth over it.
what's the damage on his injuries, aki... scien will just go to gingerly and carefully remove the bandages so he can change them regardless. did lucas strain his stitches again ]
I do. There are more variables than in Arpéchéle, but as long as we're aware of that, we'll be more successful in the long-term.
[SCIEN JUST LIKE GOODBYE HORNY THOUGHTS IT'S DOCTOR TIME.
HE'S LIFTED. He's looking disgruntled about it, but he will allow himself to be rearranged however Scien needs for the check-up. His stupid busted ankle will be grateful for it.
Also his stitches aren't strained that badly! A bit, but after he was done doing his apology tour Friday, he didn't really move around much, and then spent most of Saturday seated at trial. His ankle's taking the worst of the damage since his dumb ass keeps WALKING ON IT, so the stitches on the bite wound there are probably in need of replacing. Maybe a few along his waist, where he twists and bends the most.]
Alright. [Quietly, in response to the second part. He moves his foot a little, frowning. Broken ankles are a pain in the ass.]
... [He's like || this close to being like SO THINGS WILL BE OKAY PROBABLY RIGHT again, but pulls the sentiment and words back.] Things will likely start moving more quickly next week, won't they?
[ HE'S A GOOD AND DILIGENT DOCTOR!!! HE IS CAPABLE OF FOCUSING EVEN WITH THE GAME VOTED MOST BEAUTIFUL TWINK HALF-DRESSED AND IN HIS LAP
scien will focus on his bandages first and foremost though, removing them with a deft hand. ]
I'll clean your wounds first. [ just to explain what he's doing before he does it, so lucas is aware. bodily autonomy! he'll move to clean the sites where the stitches are to prevent any discomfort or chance of infection. his touch is light, careful, far more mindful when tending to lucas's body than his own. ]
But I assume so. The living will have their tasks to do, and we'll need to work on ours. With the ritual happening, I expect a few unexpected problems to come up, but we can find our own ways to prepare.
[WHY IS HE SO HIGH RANKED IT'S SO FUNNY MY GOD!!!!! Well this is fine, Scien is not out here committing PR violations today.
Lucas will sit still as he works, nodding at the explanation. There are probably a few places where he makes a bit of a face because even though he can terminator his way through pain, he is not numb to it unlike SOME PEOPLE. But Scien is truly so gentle and careful with him that these moments are few and far between. This spoiledass fuckin guy.]
Yes... Well. We've done well enough at handling unexpected turns of events so far, at least.
[He says this a little dryly though because they have but also they have truly just barely been scraping by.]
You have. Everyone is still intact, and that is enough for us to be able to make sure they can get them home safely.
[ scien has perhaps too objective of a view of things. while he can acknowledge the emotional toll, he's mostly considerate of the fact that factually, no one has permanently died. and that is enough to be able to make this survivable. they have not lost anything that they couldn't fix.
but once he's done cleaning the stitches, he'll pause ]
I can apply a local numbing agent to the areas where I need to redo your stitches. Do you accept?
That's more an effect of where we're at, rather than any real ability to survive unexpected turns...
[They would have all been so screwed if they weren't magically blasted to another reality when they died in the cult zone, and also if their spooky new home didn't keep reviving them any time they died again.
AGENCY THOUGH!! He nods.]
I do. Thank you. [He appreciates every time he's asked or told something first before it happens... Scien and Nehan have both truly given him the doctor's experience he never had growing up, damn.]
It can be both. You're all mentally resilient, at the very least.
[ but scien nods and will apply a numbing ointment... again, he is avoiding needles whenever possible for lucas. maybe it won't matter since he has to stitch him up soon after, but he's at least very deft and precise about it. neat rows of stitches to replace the old ones.
[ARE THEY MENTALLY RESILIENT??? They're all just collectively good at repressing.]
Maybe so.
[But he will wait patiently!! His lil numb stitch zones... The needle doesn't bother him overly-much especially since it's not a syringe or IV; Scien will be able to do his quick work without any interruptions. MORE IMPORTANTLY, HE GETS TO SEE NADIA AGAIN!!!! He has to kill Capucine... and find Scien... deal with that whole MESS... He has to tell Nadia about his MURDER HANDS. AND GET THERAPY. My god. The future is fucking overwhelming.
But at the very least, there's Nadia.]
...It feels as though I haven't seen her in years...
[So much has changed over such a short window of time, comparatively.]
[HE NEEDS HIS REPAIRS!!! The skin is angry and red and a little bloody but it's fine he heals well.]
...Even that sounds like a dream.
[NO CAPUCINE!!! HEALTHY NADIA!!! OOOOUGHHH HIS PERFECT PRECIOUS BABY SISTER!!!! And even though he was the one who spilled blood to restore her health, everything else is possible because of Scien. Fuckin buckwild.]
[ he does heal well!! but scien will still be diligent... once that's all done, he'll just start wrapping his bandages again so that the stitches don't rub on anything.
but he raises a brow ]
Plenty of dreams coming true for you, it seems.
[ no capucine, healthy nadia, his own health restored, a curse-free island, wow. ]
[He'll lift his arms to accommodate, sitting still and silent as Scien wraps him back up again. Plenty of dreams really are coming true for him. As he sits there and thinks on it, on everything the future now holds for him that he'd never so much as considered possible until arriving here, he's able to find and hold onto something through the teeth he almost always has to fight against when he interacts with Scien in most ways.
A warm feeling. Light and pleasant, safe and gentle, like the kiss of sunlight in a meadow. A future he'd tried to capture with his own hands, and managed to tear a part of it into reality through blood and brute force, but everything else...
As Scien's hands pass by, one of his own reaches out again, touching his inner wrist so gently it's probably barely felt.]
...Thank you.
[Just a quiet two words, but something he doesn't have to fight quite so hard to get out into the space between them.]
scien's own involvement had felt so expected to him—something that he'd practically forced upon lucas—that it would feel almost unnatural to give credit. so much of this was born of his own selfishness. to force lucas into detox and rehabilitation. to mend his body until he was no longer on the brink of death. to grant him all the answers to fix the island.
anything, just to get him a chance of living a long, happy life. but he would've done so even if lucas cursed his name the whole way down. if the demons never subsided, and he was hated every step of the way.
... still.
this time, gratitude feels good. he reminds himself to not get caught up in it.
his hand still under lucas's touch, turns at the wrist just to leave his palm open. in the same second, he'll lean in just to press his lips to lucas's cheek, affectionate. ]
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he nods at that ]
Good. Any notable chest pains? Your stamina is the same as usual, I'm assuming.
[ if he's wandering around without his crutches by choice ]
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No, and yes... [Thinking back with great exhaustion on Thursday. Yeah his stamina is fine.] Everything seems to be in order, more or less. ...I think I may visit the springs, though.
[He doesn't want to because his Catholic Guilt demands he keep his injuries as penance, but everyone is so worried about his stupid foot that it makes him feel even worse. MATSUI ALSO HAD THIS PROBLEM.]
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scien cannot imagine being moved by the opinions of other people, so he doesn't know what could've brought this up, but he's not against it. ]
Do you want me to bring you there?
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I haven't decided yet.
[Maybe he will dip in a single foot so his ankle is better and just keep the rest since no one can see it all.]
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Whatever you decide.
[ the hilarity in the sheer extent scien will respect lucas's agency because if he breaks his body worse then scien will just fix him again ]
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I'll let you know.
[Or he will just meander off at some point, either way.]
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they're at the door of the apartment but scien will pause to kiss lucas on the cheek anyway since he's tucked away all cozy!! stupid!!!!! ]
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unfortunately that just gets scien to laugh, a warm and amused sound. ]
You can't hide from me forever.
[ (threat)
but he'll shift his hold on lucas so it's easier from him to open the door, bringing them into his room! it's such an empty, almost clinical space, a little reminiscent of the institute itself. multiple machines have been built, towers that hold data and seem to be running tests even while scien was gone. it's not the cleanest, but it's manageable given the fact that will is just staying in the penthouse and scien calls him down to clean. there's no bed in sight, just a couch. it's some combination between scien's office and the actual laboratories in the institute, though there's of course not a single reliver machine to be found.
but there is a scrap pile of other tech that scien cannibalized just to build all this.
he'll walk forward, setting lucas on the couch gently ]
Are you ready to begin?
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But he'll allow himself to be carried over to the couch, and he glances around the space as they go. It's certainly clinical, but considering how barren his own room is, does his ass really have space to judge... He's a little surprised by the tidiness considering how quickly he'd managed to get shit all over Adolphe's house, but then he remembers Will is indeed over here and also feels guilty about it because he KILLED THAT GUY. It's fine...
At the question, he just nods.]
I am. You said you wanted to look at my stitches again and redo the bandages...?
[In addition to the usual checks. He'll just start disrobing from the top, though, because he truly is nowhere near as much of a Catholic as people fucking thing he is. But as he goes:] --What are all of these...?
[The machines...]
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as scien goes to gather the supplies he needs—more bandages, something to wipe down lucas's injuries, more stitches—he'll just answer from afar. ]
I want to understand this space. The machine failed last time because of the interference of magic, which I've never needed to take into my calculations before. If I'm able to understand more of the molecular structure of this location, I'll be able to limit risks from whatever comes next.
Aside from that, I have a few people who asked me to grant them miracles. I intend to follow through, when I make time for it.
[ it's so funny that by endgame people always ask scien to save them but it's very ic at least ]
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Lucas will just watch him move about from his seat on the couch, disrobed down to the waist and keeping his hands folded neatly together in his lap. He's a good patient... He will not get up and start walking around on his bustedass ankle again.
IT REALLY IS SO IC THOUGH DAMN Lucas gazes over toward some of the machines.]
I see... [Everyone truly ends up relying on Scien Brofiise. Something about it sits uncomfortably within him for a second, but that's just his rabies.] ...Do you understand more about it here, then?
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but scien will ignore any and all of that for now, coming back with his supplies. he'll lift lucas one more time, forcing his legs to come up onto the couch and over scien's lap so that his bad ankle can be elevated. he also puts an ice pouch wrapped in a cloth over it.
what's the damage on his injuries, aki... scien will just go to gingerly and carefully remove the bandages so he can change them regardless. did lucas strain his stitches again ]
I do. There are more variables than in Arpéchéle, but as long as we're aware of that, we'll be more successful in the long-term.
Let me know when the ice becomes too cold.
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HE'S LIFTED. He's looking disgruntled about it, but he will allow himself to be rearranged however Scien needs for the check-up. His stupid busted ankle will be grateful for it.
Also his stitches aren't strained that badly! A bit, but after he was done doing his apology tour Friday, he didn't really move around much, and then spent most of Saturday seated at trial. His ankle's taking the worst of the damage since his dumb ass keeps WALKING ON IT, so the stitches on the bite wound there are probably in need of replacing. Maybe a few along his waist, where he twists and bends the most.]
Alright. [Quietly, in response to the second part. He moves his foot a little, frowning. Broken ankles are a pain in the ass.]
... [He's like || this close to being like SO THINGS WILL BE OKAY PROBABLY RIGHT again, but pulls the sentiment and words back.] Things will likely start moving more quickly next week, won't they?
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scien will focus on his bandages first and foremost though, removing them with a deft hand. ]
I'll clean your wounds first. [ just to explain what he's doing before he does it, so lucas is aware. bodily autonomy! he'll move to clean the sites where the stitches are to prevent any discomfort or chance of infection. his touch is light, careful, far more mindful when tending to lucas's body than his own. ]
But I assume so. The living will have their tasks to do, and we'll need to work on ours. With the ritual happening, I expect a few unexpected problems to come up, but we can find our own ways to prepare.
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Lucas will sit still as he works, nodding at the explanation. There are probably a few places where he makes a bit of a face because even though he can terminator his way through pain, he is not numb to it unlike SOME PEOPLE. But Scien is truly so gentle and careful with him that these moments are few and far between. This spoiledass fuckin guy.]
Yes... Well. We've done well enough at handling unexpected turns of events so far, at least.
[He says this a little dryly though because they have but also they have truly just barely been scraping by.]
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[ scien has perhaps too objective of a view of things. while he can acknowledge the emotional toll, he's mostly considerate of the fact that factually, no one has permanently died. and that is enough to be able to make this survivable. they have not lost anything that they couldn't fix.
but once he's done cleaning the stitches, he'll pause ]
I can apply a local numbing agent to the areas where I need to redo your stitches. Do you accept?
[ agency!!! ]
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[They would have all been so screwed if they weren't magically blasted to another reality when they died in the cult zone, and also if their spooky new home didn't keep reviving them any time they died again.
AGENCY THOUGH!! He nods.]
I do. Thank you. [He appreciates every time he's asked or told something first before it happens... Scien and Nehan have both truly given him the doctor's experience he never had growing up, damn.]
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[ but scien nods and will apply a numbing ointment... again, he is avoiding needles whenever possible for lucas. maybe it won't matter since he has to stitch him up soon after, but he's at least very deft and precise about it. neat rows of stitches to replace the old ones.
but to add to lucas's resilience: ]
Just one more week until you see Nadia again.
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Maybe so.
[But he will wait patiently!! His lil numb stitch zones... The needle doesn't bother him overly-much especially since it's not a syringe or IV; Scien will be able to do his quick work without any interruptions. MORE IMPORTANTLY, HE GETS TO SEE NADIA AGAIN!!!! He has to kill Capucine... and find Scien... deal with that whole MESS... He has to tell Nadia about his MURDER HANDS. AND GET THERAPY. My god. The future is fucking overwhelming.
But at the very least, there's Nadia.]
...It feels as though I haven't seen her in years...
[So much has changed over such a short window of time, comparatively.]
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Soon you'll get to spend everyday with her, without anyone else monitoring your time together.
[ goodbye capucine ]
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...Even that sounds like a dream.
[NO CAPUCINE!!! HEALTHY NADIA!!! OOOOUGHHH HIS PERFECT PRECIOUS BABY SISTER!!!! And even though he was the one who spilled blood to restore her health, everything else is possible because of Scien. Fuckin buckwild.]
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but he raises a brow ]
Plenty of dreams coming true for you, it seems.
[ no capucine, healthy nadia, his own health restored, a curse-free island, wow. ]
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A warm feeling. Light and pleasant, safe and gentle, like the kiss of sunlight in a meadow. A future he'd tried to capture with his own hands, and managed to tear a part of it into reality through blood and brute force, but everything else...
As Scien's hands pass by, one of his own reaches out again, touching his inner wrist so gently it's probably barely felt.]
...Thank you.
[Just a quiet two words, but something he doesn't have to fight quite so hard to get out into the space between them.]
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scien's own involvement had felt so expected to him—something that he'd practically forced upon lucas—that it would feel almost unnatural to give credit. so much of this was born of his own selfishness. to force lucas into detox and rehabilitation. to mend his body until he was no longer on the brink of death. to grant him all the answers to fix the island.
anything, just to get him a chance of living a long, happy life. but he would've done so even if lucas cursed his name the whole way down. if the demons never subsided, and he was hated every step of the way.
... still.
this time, gratitude feels good. he reminds himself to not get caught up in it.
his hand still under lucas's touch, turns at the wrist just to leave his palm open. in the same second, he'll lean in just to press his lips to lucas's cheek, affectionate. ]
For you, anything.
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