WIP – Bifurcation II
grommile
nasty-minded old cynic
- Location
- NERV-Mercia
- Pronouns
- Traditional/Animate
Now that my brain is cool and unsweaty enough to concentrate on anything thinkier than being a spaceninja gunwizard (so glad I'd booked this week off, WFH would have been awful), have a draft snip from the next update:
Standing in the locker room, senses still keyed up to an unbearable level, Rei hesitated with her finger on the detensioning stud. Her plugsuit was specialist equipment. It was designed as a synchronization aid. It was not intended to be worn for any purpose other than Evangelion operations and training. It was not suitable for everyday wear. She could not go home in it. She could not sleep in it.
She shook her head and pressed the stud. Such thoughts were futile. The Angel was suppressed. There would be no combat engagement for several days. She had to change back into her school uniform and go home. Refusing to do so would simply make Dr Akagi insist that she needed to be taken down to Terminal Dogma for examination.
She would be content enough when she re-emerged the next day, or maybe the day after. Her behaviour would be as expected. Her senses would operate in their usual envelope. She would not have to grit her teeth as she pulled on garments made of everyday textiles. She would not feel nauseous breathing the tobacco-scented air around Dr Akagi. She would not object to how each of her shoes was ever so slightly the wrong fit in different ways. She would not be distracted by the way Shinji and Asuka's souls behaved.
Dressed in accordance with expectations, she regretfully dropped her plugsuit into the cleaning chute. The one small mercy, as she walked out of the locker room amid a storm of unwanted sensation, was that her crudely hacked-off hair was still short enough not to brush against her neck. She was not going to be able to sleep like this. Sheets in contact with her whole body would be insufferable. She needed something to—
Her gaze lit on a wall-mounted emergency medical kit. Her conditioning was tuned to respond, at least in part, to the hormonal markers of combat. A spike of exogenous epinephrine might serve a similar purpose, but breaking open the inspection seal on the fixed kit would raise questions.
She smelled someone over the cleaning products used to maintain the corridor. She was unsure who, except to exclude Dr Akagi because there was no stink of stale tobacco smoke.
"Rei?" asked Captain Katsuragi, coming round the corner. "I was just coming down to see how you were."
"I am well enough." Rei paused. Shinji had described the Captain as a caring person, if not always... good at it. She could endure a delay to avoid the attention she did not want. "Captain, I need some standard medication and I do not wish to disrupt Dr Akagi's analysis of the Angel. Could you get me an epinephrine autoinjector?"
"An EpiPen? I didn't know you were allergic to anything," replied the Captain. "But sure, I can get you that from Medical."
"Thank you. Please... do not mention it is for me."
"Rei?"
"Any requisition associated with me is notified to Dr Akagi. It would distract her when her full attention should be on finding a solution to dealing with the Angel. It is very important to me that I not distract her."
Standing in the locker room, senses still keyed up to an unbearable level, Rei hesitated with her finger on the detensioning stud. Her plugsuit was specialist equipment. It was designed as a synchronization aid. It was not intended to be worn for any purpose other than Evangelion operations and training. It was not suitable for everyday wear. She could not go home in it. She could not sleep in it.
She shook her head and pressed the stud. Such thoughts were futile. The Angel was suppressed. There would be no combat engagement for several days. She had to change back into her school uniform and go home. Refusing to do so would simply make Dr Akagi insist that she needed to be taken down to Terminal Dogma for examination.
She would be content enough when she re-emerged the next day, or maybe the day after. Her behaviour would be as expected. Her senses would operate in their usual envelope. She would not have to grit her teeth as she pulled on garments made of everyday textiles. She would not feel nauseous breathing the tobacco-scented air around Dr Akagi. She would not object to how each of her shoes was ever so slightly the wrong fit in different ways. She would not be distracted by the way Shinji and Asuka's souls behaved.
Dressed in accordance with expectations, she regretfully dropped her plugsuit into the cleaning chute. The one small mercy, as she walked out of the locker room amid a storm of unwanted sensation, was that her crudely hacked-off hair was still short enough not to brush against her neck. She was not going to be able to sleep like this. Sheets in contact with her whole body would be insufferable. She needed something to—
Her gaze lit on a wall-mounted emergency medical kit. Her conditioning was tuned to respond, at least in part, to the hormonal markers of combat. A spike of exogenous epinephrine might serve a similar purpose, but breaking open the inspection seal on the fixed kit would raise questions.
She smelled someone over the cleaning products used to maintain the corridor. She was unsure who, except to exclude Dr Akagi because there was no stink of stale tobacco smoke.
"Rei?" asked Captain Katsuragi, coming round the corner. "I was just coming down to see how you were."
"I am well enough." Rei paused. Shinji had described the Captain as a caring person, if not always... good at it. She could endure a delay to avoid the attention she did not want. "Captain, I need some standard medication and I do not wish to disrupt Dr Akagi's analysis of the Angel. Could you get me an epinephrine autoinjector?"
"An EpiPen? I didn't know you were allergic to anything," replied the Captain. "But sure, I can get you that from Medical."
"Thank you. Please... do not mention it is for me."
"Rei?"
"Any requisition associated with me is notified to Dr Akagi. It would distract her when her full attention should be on finding a solution to dealing with the Angel. It is very important to me that I not distract her."
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