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xavier_institute_logs2014-11-14 04:35 pm
defibrillating) wrote in xavier_institute_logs2014-11-14 04:35 pm
[OPEN]
WHO: Zian & any visitors
WHAT: Loud music in the med lab, and one bored eggplant nurse.
WHERE: Nurse's office, ground floor
WHEN: Today!
WARNING(S): Currently none. Just bad taste in music.
After the U-Men incident and the follow-ups, it had been rather calm in the medical department. A few scratches, sprains and a belly ache had been the only thing Zian had to worry about. Instead, he had taken time to familiarize himself with both the ground floor office and med lab, as well as the infirmary and research labs down in the sub-levels. The nurse's office was kind of his home, however, leaving the more serious stuff to the doctors.
That meant that he also ended up personalizing it a bit with some nice, comic-book posters to make the kids feel more at ease, as well as his precious water boiler for the days he just wanted something warmer in his feeding tube. (Though he usually said it was used for tea just in case he'd gross anyone out... plus some might actually want tea while talking symptoms.)
It also included one technopath-made boombox, because his dad had been awesome. It was currently playing rather loud music, easily heard in the corridors outside the nurse's office. Someone liked ridiculously chipper pop songs, right?
WHAT: Loud music in the med lab, and one bored eggplant nurse.
WHERE: Nurse's office, ground floor
WHEN: Today!
WARNING(S): Currently none. Just bad taste in music.
After the U-Men incident and the follow-ups, it had been rather calm in the medical department. A few scratches, sprains and a belly ache had been the only thing Zian had to worry about. Instead, he had taken time to familiarize himself with both the ground floor office and med lab, as well as the infirmary and research labs down in the sub-levels. The nurse's office was kind of his home, however, leaving the more serious stuff to the doctors.
That meant that he also ended up personalizing it a bit with some nice, comic-book posters to make the kids feel more at ease, as well as his precious water boiler for the days he just wanted something warmer in his feeding tube. (Though he usually said it was used for tea just in case he'd gross anyone out... plus some might actually want tea while talking symptoms.)
It also included one technopath-made boombox, because his dad had been awesome. It was currently playing rather loud music, easily heard in the corridors outside the nurse's office. Someone liked ridiculously chipper pop songs, right?
he's a good kid, he doesn't pry XD
At Takakage's mention of his name, however, Zian looks a little owlishly confused. "Um, no... I'm afraid I'm really bad with Japanese history."
what a good kid :P
On the topic of his name, though.
"Ah, yeah. Sorry about that." He sometimes forgets that people aren't as well read as him. "My name now - Kobayakawa Takakage - isn't my birth name. I was born as someone else. My father made us all change names before we left Japan." Why he did that is a story for another day, though.
"The historical guy, who has my name - he lived four centuries ago as the head of the Kobayakawa clan. He did lots of things, and his main claim to fame is for contributing a lot to ending the wars of his era. I'm actually a sort of descendant of his, through his eldest brother's line."
Genealogy is complicated.
"I've always wondered why my father did that. Maybe there's some karmic influence here."
He's had fun trying to derive all the parallels, but not all of them are good.
"Ah, sorry - this isn't too relevant to the situation. I was just... thinking about it, over these past few days."
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"No, it's fine! It's pretty awesome, actually. It's that famous of a name? Like if an American would be named Lincoln?" Okay, maybe a little less stupid than that, but he figured it made his point, at least. He kind of wanted to read up on Japanese history now, just because.
"Is your brother's name a famous name, too?"
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"Yes. My living brother's full name is Motoharu Kikkawa. He shares it with my namesake's second oldest brother. Same for my eldest brother and his namesake. My father took the name of those three samurai's father, too. We're the Mouri clan's descendants."
A pause.
"It seems a lot like my father tried to invoke karmic influence, perhaps. It may have worked in some ways, but it didn't in others. Our life so far has indeed mirrored that of those we took our new names from, but... well. Samurai in those days didn't have easy lives."
He takes a sip of the tea before continuing.
"I guess what I really wanted to know... was if it's intentional. Why did he give us such important names?"
And was it really worth it in the end?
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The medic smiles a little under the mask, shaking his head. "Maybe you should focus on that," he continues, and then gives a slightly mischievous wink. "At least you weren't named after your parents flipped a name book and picked the first one that fit. Zian means 'Self Peace', but it's a Chinese name and my parents are dorks."
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"Yes, I suppose that's right. I have my own life to live, too." He sets the tea down on the table, sighing a little. He can't help but wonder how that man of the past dealt with all this, though. That man had defended his clan against ambitious men... and now, he is to defend his fellow mutants from those that sought to take advantage of their genes. Would karmic influence be enough to see this path to its conclusion? Only time will tell.
"My namesake was known as a man of merciful wisdom. Maybe I'll be able to be worthy of that title someday."
The doctor does brighten up a little at Zian's next words, though. "Ah, I see. It should be pronounced Zi-an, then. Should I say it that way, or is the way I read it now fine?" It's interesting how names can transcend different cultures, too.
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"Oh, and the way you pronounce it now is best. Less Chinese, more mainstream. It's how my family always pronounced it, anyway." (Besides, it was the best name that came up in the character creator.)
Noticing that his bag was empty, Zian pulls his shirt up a bit to unhook himself and make sure everything was nice and in place before tucking the 'Game of Thorns' t-shirt down again. Snapping the feeding tube shut, he hung it over the IV stand for now.
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"I see I'll keep it the same, then." He wonders for a moment whether Chinese-speaking individuals would pick up on the quirk, but it doesn't seem too likely. Zian's name does read much like an English one.
The doctor looks up as Zian disengages the feeding tube, his hygiene habits kicking in immediately. "I can clean that for you, if you'd like."
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At Takakage's offer, however, he glanced back to the tube. "That or the shunt? The tube is recyclable so it should be fine if it's thrown out... but I guess if you can clean them out, it would save money." While he didn't doubt the doctor's powers, he was always a little wary about getting infections.
I... forgot about the shunt whoops
Money is important, but even with his skills he couldn't ensure a 100% disinfected rate.
"What about the bag, though?" He means cleaning it. Not all the milk might have gone in.
It might have been the wrong word, anyway. The mechanical hole to his stomach.
Better than most things out there, at least. He had tried to reuse tubs a few times, but one horrible case of food poisoning later and he never did that again. His father had been rather angry with him for it, too.
"The bag... well, it's more like a plastic bottle, really. It usually goes in the autoclave... or the dishwasher, back home." It was less serious than the tube that actually went to his body.
OTL
"Well, I suppose both ways work. Just don't leave it out too long, spores can land inside." Not just mold, either, viruses and all - which are too hard for him to pressure-wash out.
He picks up the tea, blowing on it a little. "It's good that they have state-of-the-art equipment that we can use. It makes treating people a lot easier."
The technology here is even better than some in the Salem Hospital, and that's saying something.
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Glancing around the office, he smiles a little. "It's like a dream come true, honestly. Back when I worked in my dad's clinic, everything was at least ten years old. We were always low on supplies and had to make due with a lot grittier procedures. All while treating mutants that lived in sewers, which meant we had to be super careful to prevent diseases and infections to spread in the clinic." Zian leans back a bit with a content sigh. "This is so much better... even if it's kind of overwhelming at times."
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But enough of that. He has talked a lot about himself to day - or at least, a lot more than he usually does.
"How's your family, Zian?" Since he did mention his own. "Your mother seems like a good woman."
That sounded to be the safest topic, for now.
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Pausing, the medic looks at his friend with a smile. "Oh, my mom is the best! She's just one of those genuinely good people, you know? She wants the best for everyone... and she kind of spoils the hell out of me." Zian rubs the back of his neck a bit sheepishly, the breathy hiss of air through his stoma the most he could make for laughter.
Then, slowly, his face falls. "My dad died last year. He was... he was everything to me. Still is. He taught me all of this. Always had my back, making me feel that the way I looked was nothing compared to what I am inside. Gave me a dream for the future rather than see things negatively." Zian sighs, looking away. "I couldn't save him, and I kind of freaked out about that. Went to live with the morlocks until I came here,"
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And Zian's father, too, gave him inspiration. That is something they do share.
He replies only after a short pause.
"My condolences." It goes unsaid, but being unable to save their fathers is again something they have in common.
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The medic was still rather young and had maybe a bit too tight a bond with his mom, but he never really had anyone other than his family and the patients of the clinic, so this was the first time he was really trying his wings.
"Um..." Now he doesn't know what to say. Yay social!
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"The Thanskgiving Holiday is coming up too, yes?" A purely American tradition, that he had not heard of back home. "Do you have any plans?"
He's just throwing it out here. Perhaps they could organize something for the school, or some other stuff.
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His mom is totally going to tell him to stay and make friends, though. It will be awkward.
"What about you?"
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He himself is. It may in fact be a reverse of what had happened the week before, with him here and Zian away.
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He's waiting for Cyber Monday for all his online purchases, since Black Friday really isn't a good option for him. People were stressed enough without weird mutants around.
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At times he wonders exactly how many of the staff are aware of his mutation helping with said skills, but so far everything seems to be under wraps.
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He actually wasn't sure what kind of books Takakage might like, but Zian's tastes were a little bit all over the place - from fantasy books to historical dramas.
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"I used to have a sizeable collection, but I gave away most of it before I moved here. I still have some, though. Such as the Harry Potter series and the Lord of the Rings trilogy." These are popular, right?
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"What else do you like to do on your free time?"
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