So help me, please doctor, I'm damaged

[beastlybeauty]

Who: Justine and YOU
What: It's time for everyone to get their physical! Let the doctor games begin.
Where: In Justine's office
When: Spanning all last, this, and next week. Or whenever your character is eventually dragged to their physical.

[Threading out your character's physical is not a requirement! However, if you think that your character may be affected seriously or you just feel like threading it out, this log is for you. Even if we thread here, please make sure you have filled an OOC form here.]

The office is completely sterile, but it has ivy patterns in tasteful greens, golds, and silvers climbing up the walls. There is a small desk in the corner, stacked with thin files full of notes. If one slid over to check the papers spread over the files, they'd only find messy but impossibly complex models of hybrid DNA strands, drawn idly as she was thinking of something else--the blueprints of new muttations, but no one would be able to figure that out without a brilliant Capitol-level understanding of DNA and how the chemical bonds translate to physical traits.

Justine sits at the desk, waiting for you to arrive.

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[privilegecheck]

Kankri's death is surprisingly fast and relatively painless, this time, and so when he wakes up this time it hardly bothers him or weighs on his mind. He has other things to be worried about.

Like the aftermath of those three hours, just days ago now, and the consequences he's sure will come down hardest on his fellow Tributes. Like the disappearance of his kismesis, just when they had finally admitted to being that to each other. Like Venus, back in the Arena, likely distraught over what he knows she'll view as her failure to get him to the end.

But Justine had been perfectly kind and pleasant, and he's sure the Capitol wants to see him worrying, sad, even distraught. He's not going to give them the pleasure this time. Surely Karkat would yell at him for giving them what they want, if he were still here. So when he walks into her office he appears calm and collected. He smiles at her warmly, taking a seat and folding his hands in his lap demurely.

"It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Doctor. I hope you haven't been waiting long?" He's made sure he's right on time, but getting Kankri to not be obnoxiously polite would be like pulling teeth.

[beastlybeauty]

"Of course not, Kankri. You are right on time." She looks up from her files, giving him a warm smile to match what she gave him on the network. Then she rolls her chair around her desk, picking up one of the files and placing it on her lap.

"And may I say, you're that much more handsome in person." Still smiling, she offers him a hand to shake. "Welcome back to the Capitol. The pleasure is all mine."

[privilegecheck]

"I- ah?" A crimson flush rises into his cheeks at the compliment. He's not used to people hitting on him, and it flusters him easily. After a moment, he remembers himself and reaches out to shake her hand. The custom isn't familiar to trolls, but he's learned plenty of human niceties in his time here. "Th, thank you, ma'am. It's kind of you to say so." There, that sounds appropriately noncommittal and not like he's totally off guard.

He realizes he's held her hand a moment or two too long and hastily drops it, knitting his fingers together in his lap again. Why is it that he always feels like an idiot when romantic or sexual situations come up? "Well, in any case. I'm sure you have far too much on your plate already, and I heard about how you were attacked during those awful blackouts. I'm so sorry you were hurt in the course of such indiscriminate violence. I'll never understand the need some people have to express themselves through destruction." It was very easy to determine that it's best to express disapproval of Eva Salazar's hijacking of the Capitol's security, however valuable those precious moments of privacy were. Despite his obvious sentiments of resistance towards what his captors would like him to do, he knows his reputation is inclined enough towards being fussy and trivial that those who watch the Tributes wouldn't think it unusual for him to be displeased at such a dangerous upheaval. "So I don't wish to take up more of your valuable time than I should. Shall we begin the evaluation, Doctor? You'll have to guide me through some of it, of course."