idealistic | IC INBOX {driftfleet}

To Lloyd Irving:

Hello. This is Allen Walker, one of the medics that worked at the Blood Drive. I'm contacting you about the test results from the blood you donated earlier this month.

If you could contact me on a secure channel at your convenience to discuss your results, that would be wonderful. My Frequency Number is [Insert one here!].

Thank you,
Allen Walker
SS Blue Fish

[ well, this isn't alarming in the slightest. ]

Hey Allen! I got your message.
What's up? Is something wrong?

[oh good he got the message. His responses come pretty quick]

Ah, hello Lloyd! Thank you for texting me back.

I'm hoping nothing serious is wrong. It's just that on the tests that I administered to all the blood donations - yours scored rather low on....several tests. [Just like your academic career] So I was hoping to check in and make sure you're feeling alright!

[a pause]

And well, I suppose there's also the small matter that your blood has been glowing in the dark.

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I'm feeling fine! I don't have a cold or anything if that's what you're wondering.
I didn't know blood had to take tests too…

[ the hell kind of tests can blood even take? he doesn't get a chance to ask that as the second message comes in, and… ]

Wait.
My blood is doing WHAT?

[...]

Perhaps it would be best if you simply came in.

[ A-AH... YEAH HE FIGURES THAT WOULD BE BEST... ]

Yeah.
I'll be there in a few minutes.

[ text > action y/n? ]

The door is open.

[Which Allen will be waiting in the clinic! He seems to be sorting through some notes, and there's a whiteboard behind him - with numerous words written on it in English that probably focus on different observations and theories about what's going on]

[ it takes a little bit of skedaddling before Lloyd makes it to the Blue Fish. he knocks twice on the door, peeking in. ]

Allen? You there?

[Honestly, Allen could sense him coming- or rather, he could sense that exsphere of his coming. Ugh. Either way, he's right there to wave him in. He'll turn off his eye power though- so no creepy looking eye business going on here!]

Ah- hello Lloyd! Come on in and have a seat.

[He points to one of the examination beds. Oddly it seems like all the shades have been drawn on the windows- as if he's making sure there's no natural light going on in the lab]

[ ah good! Lloyd waves back with a grin, making his way to the bed and hopping on. he does notice that all the curtains are drawn, but he figures that's just something Allen does. nothing out of the ordinary here.

except for his glowing(?) blood apparently. ]

So... Is my blood seriously being that weird? You know, with the glowing and all.

Mm, I'm afraid so. Hold on-

[He heads to the fridge to retrieve a small vial of blood that he had been using for Lloyd's blood tests. He brings it over and holds it out for Lloyd to see- in the light, it looks like normal light]

This is your blood under light. It looks like normal blood. Now-

[He reaches over to the wall and switches off the light. The room goes dark beyond a couple small lights here and there- and oh yeah. The blood that's glowing faintly blue 8| ]

See?

[ seeing his blood in a vial like that makes him feel a little uncomfortable (who puts blood in a glass tube?) but he nods to confirm. it doesn't matter how he looks at it, it looks like regular blood: red, liquidy, and not at all glowy.

but the Allen turns down the lights. it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust, but eventually he registers the faint blue glow his blood is giving off.

and he freaks out. ]

Holy-- It really is glowing! [ thank you for pointing out the obvious, Irving. ] How's it doing that?!

That's what I'd like to know.

[He flips the lights back on and sets the blood vial on the bedside table for now. He then wheels over the little cart that has a blood pressure machine, thermometer, etc. to the side of Lloyd's bed. He pulls off his cloth gloves and sets them on the table in exchange of putting on some latex gloves. Just...try not to think about how one of his hands is very much red and creepy looking]

If it's alright, I'd like to check your vitals. That's uh- things like your pulse, blood pressure? Things to check to make sure if you're in good health.

[ the fuck is going on with this guy's hand

okay, but after that little mental freakout, Lloyd's attention moves to the cart that Allen wheels up, very much side-eyeing the machines there. the thermometer he recognizes, but all the other ones are really-- oh wait, there we go. thank you augment.

it doesn't stop him from leaning away and giving Allen a look. he feels great! why does he need machines to say so?! ]

But I'm already healthy! It's not like I'm really sick or whatever! I feel great!

[It's okay he's really used to these types. He just lets out a sigh]

Lloyd, please...your case is unusual, so I need to make sure.

Just because my blood is glowing a little doesn't mean you gotta do this. [ yep he sure did forget about those poor test results coming from his blood.

but FIIIIIIIINE he'll listen. he starts to take off his gloves and coat, setting them aside. how did he know to do that? who knows, maybe the augment had something to do with it. ]

[Honestly, the bickering is starting to wear on him and make him annoyed. And since Lloyd is right in that he can't FORCE him to do this, he'll look him right in the eye and give him the true answer.]

No, you're right. I don't have to do this. I can't force you to do anything, and you don't have to agree to anything I ask you to do. I'm not even your ship's medic after all, that's Dr. Keller.

But if I don't get to the bottom of why your blood is acting abnormally? Then I'll have to throw out your donation and bar you from donating again, because it's too dangerous a risk to transfuse into other people.

Would you prefer that option, Mr. Irving?

[ --oh. yeah, he didn't expect that, but considering how he's been behaving, his reaction was more than expected. the tools were different, but being here with Allen was pretty much the same as when he was with the Professor...

they weren't all that different, so why did he decide to act different? ]

No! No, you're right, I...

[ jeez... way to screw up by not knowing anything again, self. ]

...M'sorry. I shouldn't have acted like that. You're just trying to help, I know that.

[He gives a huff, before relaxing some. Lloyd's difficult, but he wasn't a bad person. And at least he wasn't continuing to argue]

...It's alright. You're not the most difficult patient I've had by far.

[He starts wrapping the blood pressure band around Lloyd's upper arm, making sure it's secure then turning it on. After a pause, he'll finally speak again]

Besides, I'm...familiar with people from your world. So I thought I might be a little more qualified to look into this.

[ the only reason why he's not arguing back is because he feels like a turd for having argued in the first place. he doesn't even fight back when Allen puts the cuff on him, though he does frown at it when he feels the pressure building on it. is it supposed to do that?

augment says yes. okay. whatever, the last bit Allen said definitely catches his attention, so he moves his attention to him.]

You are?

[ this is news to him. ] So you mean you knew someone from home?

[The blood pressure machine squeezes until it gets its measurements. It beeps and Allen seems to frown a little in confusion. It's not just healthy blood pressure - it's ideal. Weird. He removes the wrap and picks up a little white clip thing]

Hold out your index finger, please.

[Then he'll actually answer Lloyd's question]

None of them were my patients, but yes. A number of them, including- [You. But. This guy is thick enough he doesn't seem to understand the idea of blood tests, so let's go with a simpler answer] - your father.

[ hey, he can understand dimensions well enough! ...kinda. Kaneis explained that to him!

the frown Allen has on has Lloyd confused. is that a bad frown? was their something wrong with his arm? did this have to do with how weird his blood is now? he doesn't think much as he lifts up his left index finger, processing just what Allen was saying.

especially when he feels his brain screech to a halt the moment he hears the "F" word. ]

You... [ he instantly goes quiet, his voice a mix of fear and hope. ] You knew my dad?

[Don't worry Lloyd, it's just the frown of this shit is weird and that means I'm gonna have to do extra work to sort it out ew. But whatever, he attaches the clip onto his index finger so it can read his oxygen levels. Plus side, no squeezing here.]

Mm, for a little while. When I was about your age? Maybe a little younger.

[He gives a little nod. There's a smile on his face, faint and nostalgic.]

I have...a rare condition. Your father tried to help me. It didn't work, but I was always grateful that he tried.

[ at first, Lloyd was surprised by the "when i was your age" line from Allen — he already looks like he's his age! — but after thinking about it for a moment, he… really has no room to talk. angels don't age when they reach a certain stage, and Mithos was 14 for over 4000 years. ]

…Heh. Sounds like him. [ like Allen, a small, nostalgic — albeit sad — smile appears on Lloyd's face as well. ] He acts like a jerk a lot, but I know he's always looking out for others.

I'm glad he tried to help you.

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