[ They'll cross that bridge when they come to it. For now, he's distracted when she brings up the gardens, and he clears his throat. ]
Right, yes. There's a file on that. There's information on many of the plants, some of which should look familiar, the others not so much. It's a lot to sift through, but you're free to access it anytime you want and read up on it.
[ Still, he opens the folder, so she can go through some of the plants listed if she feels like it. ]
( she taps the first bit and then he's right, some of it is pretty intuitive. it's easy to find her way through the first couple of menus, finding the main file menu. though after the first couple of menus she ends up clicking into the wrong one )
[ Oh. He sees where she's going but he has no time to stop her, in fact his reaction time is enough that she should be able to get some glimpses from a little self-run experiment he's had with the same plant that had them fooling around the first time they met. Sucking in a breath, he reaches out before she can (hopefully??) read too much on refractory periods or number of ejaculations or the timing on each erection, practically smashing the 'back' button before he dies from embarrassment.
Actually, he might still. What with the way he goes red up to the tips of his ears, that's still very much a possibility. ]
That... sorry. That was a personal file.
[ Yeah, personal alright. Should definitely get that locked. ]
[ Oh good, so she caught onto that. He almost wishes she'd read some of the juicier details than the actual title of the file. Never mind, too late for regrets now. He just tips his head down slightly, pressing his lips in. ]
I, ah... scientific curiosity. [ He glances briefly at her. ] But yes, I did.
Scientific curiosity? Wondering whether it still affected you?
( her initial thought is to believe him, to believe the feeling that she has from him that when he apologised it wasn't a lie, that he isn't just taking flower to see how many people he can fuck. but she is curious about what exactly he's curious about )
No, not that. I figured it would affect me, in fact I was counting on it. I wanted to record data on the flower's effects, anything ranging from mental to physical. Hormonal changes, triggering chemicals, that... kind of thing.
[ He clears his throat and sits upright, feeling keenly self-conscious about this. He further adds without looking at her. ]
The last time I was... ah, kind of distracted. Didn't really get the chance to gather much information, and I thought it would prove useful. If we have this kind of thing on board. But I didn't want to subject anyone else to its effects.
[ Yes, well!!! She was very distracting. Kinda hard to make any sort of accurate data recording like that.
His eyes go wide like big saucers when she says that, mouth hanging open just a bit. Okay, yes, he's sure that she didn't mean it that way, but that still doesn't change the fact that he definitely heard it that way. ]
I— [ His voice goes a little high-pitched there. And clearing his throat again. ] No. It's fine. I didn't want to risk getting too... desperate.
[ And then making a move that might be unwelcome. ]
[ At least Leonard's not the type to just assume she means something else, so he understands her concern for what it is, and he very much appreciates it. ]
It's fine, I promise. I recovered quickly.
[ And he is alright now, evidently, so it can't have been that bad. The effects of the plant were admittedly fascinating to him, though he is thinking of isolating it somehow and putting a warning on it, just in case.
For now, he nods with a smile, then goes back to indicating her the way to the files on the gardens, some about the structure it self and some with a catalog of all the plants there, whatever information they may have on each listed under the names. ]
( she's a very diligent listener, following his directions, having a slightly curious poke about the files but not wanting to get too involved in it yet, that can wait until she's alone )
What about starting a new record? On me. Do you have everything here you'd need?
( she doesn't actually know what his medical files include. if it's questions she can fill them here )
[ There's a lot to read, so she'll undoubtedly keep herself entertained once she's alone. The purpose right now was to show her how to navigate the files on the ship's computer, and it looks like it's going well. ]
For the medical record? Actually, yes. Most of it is just a lot of questions, then a quick scan that I can do with this. [ He holds up a small handheld scanner resting on the panel next to them. ] Do you want to do it now?
[ Just double-checking before he opens up a blank medical file to fill out. ]
Right, then. [ He nods. ] Let's start with the basics.
[ The first questions are very basic: name, age, sex, gender, species, nothing too spectacular. He may ask birthdate just to gauge what time she comes from, as well as where she used to live back on Earth. ]
Now, about your habits. Do you smoke or drink? How often do you exercise, and how much? How are your sleeping schedules?
( she's amused by the no-nonsense way that he just gets down into it, turning her chair again to face him rather than be half-on at the console )
Suzanne Sheringham, 3...7. ( in terms of time she'd absolutely had a birthday here even if she hadn't celebrated it ) Female, human and June 29th, 1974. It was 2011 when I arrived.
( she pauses on those details to let him get them down before continuing on the rest of his questions )
I was living in York but I was born in Ireland. ( even though some (most) of these details are absolutely false she's very practiced in lying about them. and practiced in lying a lot considering how many millennia she's actually been around earth and not-human )
I don't smoke, I very occasionally drink and if you can find somewhere to exercise on this ship I would be impressed. ( though she wasn't exactly a fitness lady before that. country walks were very nice but that was it ) And... I sleep okay.
[ Leonard gets all the information down quickly, making sure to get it all right. He's fairly quick at these by now but he appreciates the small pauses so he doesn't miss anything, and he nods in-between to let her know she can keep going. ]
There is a small gym, actually. It's not perfect, but it would serve the purpose, and the hallways are always good to jog.
[ Not that he's suggesting that she should, but he's only likelier to encourage her to exercise, rather than tell her not to do it. ]
'Okay'? [ He raises an eyebrow. Yeah, he sure knows what that means. ] It's fine, you can be honest. On average, how many hours of sleep a day do you get? Do you sleep those hours straight, or do you wake up a lot in-between? Do you more often go to bed early or late? Do you more often have deep sleeps or do you dream?
( well that sure was a run-on sentence of questions, buddy. she gives him a look back in return but she's not shying away, just having a thoughtful pause before answering )
Six hours? Sometimes more. ( see, reasonable ) I sleep through though I dream a lot, not every night but enough.
( good and bad, though with the bond here there's a lot more emotional aspects to her dreams )
[ He offers her an apologetic smile, but still adds the information to her file before turning to her. ]
That's normal. A lot of people have dreams more often than not, if not always. [ And six hours isn't all that bad, compared to some weird schedules he's seen on board the Enterprise. ]
I know some questions can feel a little invasive, but you can choose not to answer if you don't want to. [ He says, and it seems apropos considering his next couple of questions. ] Are you sexually active?
[ Inside he's dying. But he tries his very best to look professional at least. Still, he feels horrible for asking when he's honestly not asking out of nosiness or unwelcome curiosity. ]
Ah-- ( they're going there are they. that's... a topic she wouldn't typically touch on but medical information was a little different. right? even if he'd given her permission not to answer )
Not uh... not in a while.
( him aside. and whilst she trusted him she didn't want to just offer why, not in this setting )
[ Precisely, it's medical information, and he genuinely hopes that she doesn't feel like he's stepping over any boundaries. There's some relief when she just answers plainly, and he nods, moving on. ]
Have you ever had any children?
[ It's... still personal but somehow less awkward than the previous question. To him, anyway. ]
( this time she looks a little sadder as she answers, looking away. she knows why he's asking but she can't help it, not when it had been part of the life they'd talking about, what she'd hoped for and now wouldn't have )
I wanted to but uh--
( she's not finishing that sentence. the conclusion doesn't matter, the outcome's still the same )
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Right, yes. There's a file on that. There's information on many of the plants, some of which should look familiar, the others not so much. It's a lot to sift through, but you're free to access it anytime you want and read up on it.
[ Still, he opens the folder, so she can go through some of the plants listed if she feels like it. ]
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( because he'd been playing for a bit before she arrived, she wanted to make sure she didn't miss a step )
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[ When he has to, anyway. Some of the menu options are fairly intuitive so she might be able to find her way by simply reading some of the files.
He pulls up to the start menu, then points at the first file. ]
Alright, click there.
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( she taps the first bit and then he's right, some of it is pretty intuitive. it's easy to find her way through the first couple of menus, finding the main file menu. though after the first couple of menus she ends up clicking into the wrong one )
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Actually, he might still. What with the way he goes red up to the tips of his ears, that's still very much a possibility. ]
That... sorry. That was a personal file.
[ Yeah, personal alright. Should definitely get that locked. ]
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an amused, curious look that she's going to make worse by turning slightly on her chair to look at him )
You went back for that flower.
( she didn't get the details of what he'd been testing or his results but there'd definitely been some reference to the flower in what she'd seen )
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I, ah... scientific curiosity. [ He glances briefly at her. ] But yes, I did.
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( her initial thought is to believe him, to believe the feeling that she has from him that when he apologised it wasn't a lie, that he isn't just taking flower to see how many people he can fuck. but she is curious about what exactly he's curious about )
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[ He clears his throat and sits upright, feeling keenly self-conscious about this. He further adds without looking at her. ]
The last time I was... ah, kind of distracted. Didn't really get the chance to gather much information, and I thought it would prove useful. If we have this kind of thing on board. But I didn't want to subject anyone else to its effects.
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Perhaps you should have something with you to help you monitor the effects.
( and now it's her turn to blush slightly because that's not what she meant )
To make sure that you're okay.
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His eyes go wide like big saucers when she says that, mouth hanging open just a bit. Okay, yes, he's sure that she didn't mean it that way, but that still doesn't change the fact that he definitely heard it that way. ]
I— [ His voice goes a little high-pitched there. And clearing his throat again. ] No. It's fine. I didn't want to risk getting too... desperate.
[ And then making a move that might be unwelcome. ]
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Just make sure that you're okay. Safe.
( she likes him too much to want to see him hurt )
And maybe you should direct the rest of the way to the files so I don't stumble into anything else.
( who knows what other people had on this thing )
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It's fine, I promise. I recovered quickly.
[ And he is alright now, evidently, so it can't have been that bad. The effects of the plant were admittedly fascinating to him, though he is thinking of isolating it somehow and putting a warning on it, just in case.
For now, he nods with a smile, then goes back to indicating her the way to the files on the gardens, some about the structure it self and some with a catalog of all the plants there, whatever information they may have on each listed under the names. ]
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What about starting a new record? On me. Do you have everything here you'd need?
( she doesn't actually know what his medical files include. if it's questions she can fill them here )
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For the medical record? Actually, yes. Most of it is just a lot of questions, then a quick scan that I can do with this. [ He holds up a small handheld scanner resting on the panel next to them. ] Do you want to do it now?
[ Just double-checking before he opens up a blank medical file to fill out. ]
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( she hadn't initially planned on doing it there and then but... since they're in a files business )
What do you need from me?
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[ The first questions are very basic: name, age, sex, gender, species, nothing too spectacular. He may ask birthdate just to gauge what time she comes from, as well as where she used to live back on Earth. ]
Now, about your habits. Do you smoke or drink? How often do you exercise, and how much? How are your sleeping schedules?
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Suzanne Sheringham, 3...7. ( in terms of time she'd absolutely had a birthday here even if she hadn't celebrated it ) Female, human and June 29th, 1974. It was 2011 when I arrived.
( she pauses on those details to let him get them down before continuing on the rest of his questions )
I was living in York but I was born in Ireland. ( even though some (most) of these details are absolutely false she's very practiced in lying about them. and practiced in lying a lot considering how many millennia she's actually been around earth and not-human )
I don't smoke, I very occasionally drink and if you can find somewhere to exercise on this ship I would be impressed. ( though she wasn't exactly a fitness lady before that. country walks were very nice but that was it ) And... I sleep okay.
( that's a terrible answer )
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There is a small gym, actually. It's not perfect, but it would serve the purpose, and the hallways are always good to jog.
[ Not that he's suggesting that she should, but he's only likelier to encourage her to exercise, rather than tell her not to do it. ]
'Okay'? [ He raises an eyebrow. Yeah, he sure knows what that means. ] It's fine, you can be honest. On average, how many hours of sleep a day do you get? Do you sleep those hours straight, or do you wake up a lot in-between? Do you more often go to bed early or late? Do you more often have deep sleeps or do you dream?
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Six hours? Sometimes more. ( see, reasonable ) I sleep through though I dream a lot, not every night but enough.
( good and bad, though with the bond here there's a lot more emotional aspects to her dreams )
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That's normal. A lot of people have dreams more often than not, if not always. [ And six hours isn't all that bad, compared to some weird schedules he's seen on board the Enterprise. ]
I know some questions can feel a little invasive, but you can choose not to answer if you don't want to. [ He says, and it seems apropos considering his next couple of questions. ] Are you sexually active?
[ Inside he's dying. But he tries his very best to look professional at least. Still, he feels horrible for asking when he's honestly not asking out of nosiness or unwelcome curiosity. ]
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Not uh... not in a while.
( him aside. and whilst she trusted him she didn't want to just offer why, not in this setting )
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Have you ever had any children?
[ It's... still personal but somehow less awkward than the previous question. To him, anyway. ]
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( this time she looks a little sadder as she answers, looking away. she knows why he's asking but she can't help it, not when it had been part of the life they'd talking about, what she'd hoped for and now wouldn't have )
I wanted to but uh--
( she's not finishing that sentence. the conclusion doesn't matter, the outcome's still the same )
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Suzanne, it's fine. If it's got nothing to do with your health, then I don't need to know.
[ Like if she has some chronic medical condition or something similar that might alter how he would treat her. If not, then she need say no more. ]
So, we can move on to medical history now?
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