windupmusebox | Texts From Last Night

Oh.

Video games are very different from how I remember them being... I didn't even think they required clothes.

[To be fair, she usually doesn't need to wear any, so it's not as though she'd know.]

[In real life, Andi is quietly carrying people to bed. Advantage of your brain being a computer: Hands free texting.]

I'm really having trouble trying to put together a coherent timeline of the night. If they got distracted from their game by sex then they wouldn't be holding the controllers anymore they'd be holding each other. It's almost like they wanted to do it without pausing the game.

[Eglantine still need to use a physical appendage to text, but she has plenty to spare. She moves smoothly down the hall with a little bag of Drunksitting Supplies (read: things to make the inevitable hangover a little kinder on these unfortunate people) in her hands, holding the phone with one delicate frond.]

Well, I suppose we've all got our own tastes, there's certainly no shame in that. Perhaps they found the game stimulating somehow?

[There's a brief pause, and then Andi gets another quick series of texts as a mildly unfortunate thought suddenly occurs to her.]

Ah, I don't suppose this game features any sort of tactile
That is to say, is there feedback if
The controllers.
Do they. Vibrate, at all?

[Look, she's seen so many people need medical attention because they've gotten things stuck somewhere they shouldn't have been, she has to ask.]

[Brief hypernet search.]

The Gamecube 9 controller has vibration capability.
Also they seem to have some kind of residue on them.
I think I'm going to want some sanitizing wipes before touching those.

Gross.

[Eglantine winces sympathetically.]

I've got some with me, I'll take care of the mess.

[Can't be a good medic without knowing how to handle a biohazard problem, after all. Speaking of which:]

You may want to wash your hands, too.
Sorry about all this.

[There's the question of why she's apologizing for something that wasn't her fault, or even something she was involved in at all, but well... she's just like that a lot. Besides, she feels like someone ought to apologize to Andi about all this, and she has the resigned suspicion that the two people actually responsible for it won't bother to.]

I dragged them both into bed, at least. Neither woke up, which is a bit concerning, but vital signs are still stable so I'm going to suggest they're merely very very tired.

[In someone's room, Andi flipped out a blanket and gently draped it over the two lucky bastards.]

[Eglantine sighs quietly as she arrives in the room- it's as messy as Andi said it was, if not worse. A little bit later, she replies:]

I've sterilized the area- and the controllers- as best as could be done.

I'm going to check up on them just to make sure there's nothing worrying going on,
then sit in the lounge for a bit and enjoy the peace.

Would you care to join me? We could probably both use a restful moment or two.

My battery is still at 72%.

But I suppose a moment to digest the last twenty minutes would save me some processor stress.

Wonderful, I'll meet you there. :)

[Eglantine texts as only a mom or mom friend can: with bafflingly sincere emoticons.]

[True to her word, when Andi gets to the lounge she'll find Eglantine sitting in one of the armchairs around the coffee table, having pulled up another one for her friend to use.]

[And sat down next to Eglantine and didn't say anything for a minute.]

[Eglantine "smiles" warmly at her, an expression mostly achieved by the way she tilts her head and closes her eyes, given her complete absence of a mouth. After a moment, she hands Andi a glossy magazine, of the type that can be easily and cheaply picked up in various starports.]

I saw this the last time we docked and thought you might like it.

[It appears to be something made by and for history buffs and enthusiasts- it's mostly neat little facts about various old cultures, plus a lot of pretty photographs of old archaeological sites.]

[More importantly, though, it's a way for someone who might not be too familiar with the wider galaxy to pick up interesting little bits of information. People are nothing if not chatty about their niche interests, especially if they get the chance to write an article about them.]

Thank you. I will read it later.

[Her tone sounds slightly flat. But then, it always does. She did appreciate the gesture, and fully intended to read it later. Right now, though, she was distracted.

It's not often you have to clean up someone else's night of passion, after all.]

So that sure just happened.

[Eglantine nods sympathetically.]

It did.

[She seems less bothered by it, although perhaps that's just the result of having been a doctor for a while- this is hardly the worst worryingly unsanitary organic substance she's had to deal with.]

If it helps, I've sterilized the area quite thoroughly. And I'll be having a small talk with them about respecting public areas, once they've woken up.

[Plant mom's not angry with you, she's just disappointed. Although that might be worse.]

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Like a week later

Shit happens, it's cool.

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