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[x] Go check on Georgia

Snek waifu. And actually thinking about it, I shall giggle if it turns out Georgia's straight as a ruler.
 
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    • Damn, I think this was the closest vote yet, with a lot of good discussion for the merits of each choice. The final tally was 6 for cooking, 6 for visiting the others, and 7 for following Georgia. Nice work everyone! As a reward, I'll be posting of OOC Georgia trivia after this story snip!

    [X] Go check on Georgia


    As you clean up the mess Georgia made, you feel yourself torn in several different directions. On the one hand, Clyde and the others deserved to know how it went. The good-natured centaur felt guilty enough as it was, and Zophar didn't strike you as the kind of person who enjoyed being left in suspense. On the other, if you wanted make a first-class dinner, you were definitely going to have to start now. There was a lot to do, and you didn't really trust any of your new guests to handle it. And then there was Georgia herself. You can't help but feel like her current misery was partially your fault. You could have had her stay behind and handled the Board yourself, or let her try and blend in instead of putting her non-human attributes on center stage.

    In the end, you decide checking on Georgia should take priority. You got her into this mess, the least you could do was help get her out of it. The others were all adults, they'd be able to handle being left in the dark for a few more minutes, and there was no way you'd be able to cook anything knowing one of your friends was alone and miserable upstairs. You place the once-again spotless wastebasket back where it belongs and head toward the second floor.

    "Georgia?" you ask gently, knocking on her door. It was open a crack, though the lamia herself was nowhere in sight. Seconds after the words leave your lips, you hear the miserable sound of retching coming from the communal bathroom behind you. You sigh sadly, before turning and letting yourself into the bathroom.

    You had to admit, the workers had really outdone themselves here. The bathroom was actually larger than some bedrooms you'd been in, with three sinks along one wall and the most titanic shower you had ever seen along the other. At least ten feet long and six feet deep, it actually had three shower heads: one on each side and a rainfall head mounted on the ceiling. The setup probably would have been overkill for a human, but considering how much space Clyde and Georgia took up, it might actually have been on the small side.

    Along the far wall by the sinks were three toilets. You'd originally been concerned that there weren't any specialized facilities for Honey, but considering how badly she reacted to water and the fact that as far as you could tell she didn't eliminate waste at all, it made sense. The others each had their own facilities though. Clyde's was a massive elongated thing with a strangely curved shape, while Zophar's had a platform extending from the front, presumably where his legs and torso would rest. Georgia's was surprisingly normal, so the sight of her bent over it and heaving dryly into its porcelain depths would have been extremely familiar, if it hadn't been for the twenty+ feet of snake tail trailing carelessly across the floor behind her.

    As you carefully pick your way toward her, stepping carefully over parts of her scaley lower half, you can see that her hair has fanned itself out along her shoulders and the toilet seat, bunching into defensive coils. Several of the heads hiss at you and shy away when you approach, which you find odd, considering how clingy they were just a few minutes before. You stop where you are and gently stroke part of Georgia's tail.

    "Are you okay?"

    "N-not really," Georgia answers, her voice muffled and echoing. She retches briefly, then gasps in some air. "I'll be fine though, you ssshould go to the otherss."

    "Please. If they knew I left you all alone when you were like this, they'd kill me," you say with a soft smile.

    "I'm sssorry, but could you pleasse go?" she asks miserably. The vomiting appears to have stopped for now, but her face remains firmly planted in toilet. "I-I really don't...don't want you to see me like thiss."

    "Like what?" you ask kindly. "Sick? That's nothing to be ashamed of."

    "B-b-but I'm not-you don't understand, it's-I mean, I jusst-" her babble of words ends abruptly as she pukes again. From the sound of it, her stomache has long since emptied anything held within it, though it continues gamely trying to purge more. A foul smell fills the room and a dark stain appears on Georgia's dress. She wails miserably, before heaving again. You smile and slowly inch closer to rub her back.

    "Shhh. Don't talk. The musk thing is normal for snakes when they're stressed, I've had it done to me dozens of times," you tell her. "Just try to relax. Picture yourself curled up in a warm dark room, where its totally quiet and there's no one there but you."

    You continue to rub her back until her heaving stops and her breathing becomes more regular. You feel some of the tension go out of her muscles and her hair stops looking like its about to strike at you, instead curling into itself in abject misery. Rising to your feet, you walk swiftly over to the door and lock it before flipping off the lights. The room is now dimmer, though the two frosted glass windows still give you more than enough light to see by.

    Moving to the shower, you turn it on and set the digital display for a temperature that will be warm but not hot. It would probably be a bit cool for a cold-blood like Georgia, but that would actually work to your advantage. Too much energy and she might panic again, so being slightly sluggish would probably be helpful. Hearing the running water, Georgia tries to raise her head, but you are already beside her, gently holding her and turning her to face a darkened corner.

    "Shhh. Trust me. Close your eyes and remember: warm, dark room. You are safe and alone," you whisper softly as you kick off your shoes. "We're get you cleaned up, and then I'll help you to your room so you can relax. I'll put your clothes into the wash before any of the others get back inside, they'll never even know. For now, just stay in your dark room and breathe. Don't think, just breathe."

    You decide to take your own advice for this next part. You've wrested more than your fair share of large animals into showers to get cleaned off so you could work on them, but this would be your first time doing it with a person. You continue to stroke Georgia with one hand while you peel off your socks with your other. The rest could stay on.

    Now for the hard part. You close your eyes and try to get into the headspace you use at work. You were a professional, a healer. This was a patient. A nervous, jumpy patient who needed help. You've done this lots of times. Most of the anim-patients, lots of the patients you care for come to you so worked up they're more of a risk to themselves than their injury. This is just like that. She's a really, really big snake that's very freaked out, and needs to be taken care of. Time to get to work.

    Slowly, you start pulling the hem of Georgia's sundress up as you continue to hold her silently. You make it almost all the way to her waist before she stiffens, her eyes fluttering open and her hair squirming downward to see what you were doing. You shush her and rub her shoulder gently.

    "It's okay. Just relax. Breathe," you murmur, and she begins to calm down slightly. "Don't think about anything but your room. Your warm, dark room. You're curled up, safe and all alone. There's nothing but your breathing and your room."

    When her snakes stop thrashing and glancing around, going limp, you resume your work. She tenses up several times as you pull the soiled garment over her abdomen and breasts, but each time you stop and whisper to her, calming her down. By the time you finish pulling it over her head, she's almost perfectly limp, leaning against you in a sort of trance. As that had been what you were trying to lure her into, you don't question it.

    Pulling her up and toward the shower proves to be a task. You don't want to rouse her out of her mental happy place, so you mostly just guide her upper body toward the running water. Knowing full well how miserable wet clothes, especially wet undergarments, can be, you carefully unhook her bra and peel off her panties before helping her inside. She flinches at this, but you perform the movements so quickly that she has no time to realize what you are doing before you've already finished and the warm water is raining down on her in a soothing rhythm.

    She sighs and goes limp. Not wanting her to make contact with the cold surface of the walls and jolt herself out her trance, you hasitly pull off your shirt and place it between her shoulder and the tile, allowing her to rest without your aid. You take advantage of your newfound freedom to collect the last of her tail and pull it into the shower with you before you close the door to ward off any cool drafts.

    Exhausted and overstimulated, Georgia remains in her meditative fugue even as you pull a bottle off the wall ("Apollia Body Wash: New Healing Formula for Healthier Scales!") and lather up a soft washcloth. Gently, you rinse the sweat and musk from her body with economic motions, carefully not thinking about how none of your previous patients had human breasts or buttocks, nor could any of them talk to you about what you had done to them the previous day.

    By the time you softly push her toward the floor so you can run your washcloth through her hair, she barely murmurs any objection. The snakes themselves seem mostly asleep, though one or two gently layer themselves over your hands and arms as you work. Finally, you put the cloth back and help her rinse off the suds before propping her against the wall with your shirt again and opening the doors to grab a pair of towels. You lay them out beside the large, fluffy rug that dominates the center of the room, and then return to turn off the water and help your patient out of the shower.

    Letting her coil herself on the soft shag of the rug, you gently begin toweling Georgia off. Your bra and shorts are soaked clean through and you had completely forgotten just how itchy and uncomfortable wet underwear was, but those were problems for later. You ignore the goosebumps on your chest and arms to continue drying your friend, carefully working a soft towel through the mass of twisting serpents attached to her head. Once you've finished, you grab a third towel and carefully drape it over her upper body so she will be decent, and then help pull her to her feet.

    The effort of leaving the bathroom and moving through the cool air of the hallway seems to break Georgia from her trance, her snakes rising and darting left and right, but between the cold and her recent panic attacks, she apparently lacks the energy to do more than this. You gently shush her again as you push open the door to her room and led her to her large bed. Glancing around, you spot a discarded pajama top made of soft flannel and pick it up as your friend curls up in her bed and starts hugging her own tail.

    You sit down on the bed next to her, and in the dim light you see golden eyes widen as she spots the pajama top before her face slackens in resignation and she lifts herself off the bed. She reaches for the shirt, but you gently lower her arms and pull away her towel yourself before helping her into the soft sleeves. As you button her up you notice her breathing seems to have quickened, but you just stroke her and she relaxes, letting you finish.

    Glancing around you consider trying to help her put on fresh panties as well, but then think better of it. You have no idea how to put her sticky undergarments on properly, and you can only imagine how uncomfortable having them accidentally attach to an intimate part of her anatomy might be. So you simply pull aside one part of the covers on her bed and begin moving her tail under the blankets. Once she realizes what you are doing she instantly helps, her body snaking backward to pull itself into the comfortable warmth almost by reflex.

    "I'm going to go take care of your clothes," you whisper as she curls up in exhaustion. "You just relax. Stay here as long as you like. Don't try and come down until you're ready."

    You gently run your fingers through her hair, and she stiffens again before once more relenting. You continue to stroke her head for a few minutes until she seems to settle into a light doze, then let yourself out. Shivering at the cool air, you walk back to the bathroom and collect your soaked shirt, the towels, and Georgia's clothes before heading downstairs to throw everything into the wash. Wincing at how much your wet clothes chafe, you strip those off as well and toss them into the washing machine before throwing in some soap and turning it on.

    No sooner do you leave the laundry room than you hear noise outside. You easily recognize Clyde's deep voice and Zophar's energetic barking tones. The others must have finished and be coming in. And you're still naked, standing right by where they'll be coming in. Shit.

    You race for the stairs at a full sprint, managing to reach the top just before you hear the distant sound of a door opening. You slow to a brisk walk, not wanting to answer any awkward questions about why you had been sprinting through the hall over their heads, and slip back into your room before anyone has a chance to catch you.

    Yanking on a pair of panties and a new bra, you are half-way through buttoning up a blouse when you hear Clyde's deep voice bellowing from downstairs.

    "CHIYORI? GEORGIA?"

    He sounds concerned, but the last thing you want to do is open the door in your panties and half-open shirt to shout back to him. Fortunately, modern technology comes to your aid. You grab your cellphone off the dresser, thankful that you'd had the foresight to remove it before climbing into the shower with Georgia, and rapidly dial his number.

    "Doc? What's going on?" the centaur asks instantly, his tone worried.

    "We're fine, Clyde. I'm in my room getting changed and Georgia is resting, so could you please ask everyone to try and stay quiet?" you request, juggling the phone and the skirt you pulled almost randomly off a hanger in your closet.

    "Oh! Sorry for the yelling. Got worried when neither of you came back out and we couldn't find you went we got in. Is Georgia okay?"

    "She's going to be fine. I'll explain everything when I get downstairs. Talk to you in just a minute." You hang up the phone and step into the skirt, zipping it up before finishing your work on your buttons. You consider skipping the small heels that would complete the outfit but reject the idea. You want to reassure everyone that things are normal, and being well-dressed would help with that.

    After a minute of quick effort, you walk downstairs with leisurely strides, a broad smile pasted to your face. You had more than enough practice reassuring people that things were going to be fine, the procedure went well, etc. The familiarity was comforting, even if this was only somewhat similar to what you normally did. The moment you reach the bottom of the steps, you find two pairs of eyes and a quartet of shining black orbs staring intently at you.

    "So what the heck happened?" Zophar asks instantly. "Those Association idiots have been gone for over an hour, where were you? What's with Georgia?"

    You frown. Normally you'd just tell the truth, but this isn't actually a normal situation. What to tell them...


    [ ] The full truth. Honesty is the best policy, and they deserve to know what she went through for them. You'll just ask everyone not to let Georgia know you told them.

    [ ] A partial truth. Georgia talked the Board down, had an anxiety attack, and now she's resting. They don't need to know about the puking or the shower or anything else.

    [ ] An idealized truth. No need to worry them with how bad her anxiety really is. The story is that Georgia kicked ass and was totally awesome, but she's a bit tired so she's taking a nap.

    [ ] Nothing. All they need to know for now is you and Georgia got the Board off your backs. Georgia can decide for herself how much she wants to tell them when she comes down.
     
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    • [X] An idealized truth. No need to worry them with how bad her anxiety really is. The story is that Georgia kicked ass and was totally awesome, but she's a bit tired so she's taking a nap.
     
    Georgia.exe has crashed and rebooted in safe mode. Currently attempting full system recovery. Please wait, this may take several minutes...

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    As promised, your reward for being such awesome players:

    Best Snek Trivia!
    • Georgia's physiology and the general appearance of her snake-parts comes from the Garter Snake. I selected this species because they're one of the few really communal species of snakes, known for forming dense mating balls and being a bit more okay than most breeds with having other snakes in their territory. As a medusa lamia's head is basically a huge ball of snakes anyway, it seemed to fit.
    • Garter snakes are not constrictors, so neither is Georgia. This can actually be a bit tricky for people who handle garter snakes, because unlike other species they won't curl around your fingers, preferring instead to just drape themselves over you. This translates to Georgia being a leaner instead of an aggressive cuddler like Miia is.
    • When pressured, garter snakes don't usually bite. Instead they release a spray of 'musk', a mix of foul-smelling chemicals and other unsavory things, to repel predators. As we've just seen Georgia can do this too, though like when humans void their bowls or wet themselves, it's an involuntary fear response that is considered very shameful. She never would have done it if she weren't in the middle of multiple overlapping anxiety attacks with no way out of the situation.
    • Garter snakes have a fight or flight response that varies based on temperature. When cold, they have less energy to flee so will default to attack. When warm, they prefer to flee. For Georgia, this means that when she gets cold she no longer has the energy to freak out like she usually does, and becomes very crabby and snappish. When she's warm, her increased energy makes her much more prone to freakouts.
    • Garter snakes aren't poisonous, so neither is Georgia or her hair. Their saliva, on the other hand, is mildly toxic. Kissing her on the lips will be a big surprise if the other party isn't prepared. On the plus side, garter snakes (and Georgia by extension), are resistant to a lot of natural poisons, with the ability to actually absorb the toxins they ingest. Georgia is aware she possesses these traits, and its a big reason she wants to go into Chemistry.
    • Going up to check on Georgia was both a good and a bad idea. It was a bad idea because part of her anxiety involved Chiyori, so when you came to see her it made her existing anxiety so much worse. She would not have musked herself if you hadn't shown up. On the other hand, it was a good idea, not just because it got you a naked shower scene, but because if you can keep Georgia from freaking out about what happened she will trust and rely on you a lot more than she normally would, effectively bridging a very large social gap in a very short span of time. Go team!
    • Dealing with anxiety attacks by stripping the victim and jumping into the shower with them is not recommended in real life. The scene worked out that way simply because I thought it might be fun to twist the 'sexy shower' harem comedy trope into something that wasn't about sex at all but was still intimate. Did it work? You decide!
    • As most of you have noticed, Georgia has a lot of issues centered around her hair. Helping her with these will be a big part of her character arc. But as she's stolen a lot of spotlight lately, she's going to be resting and hiding shyly in the background for a while so you can get some time with the rest of your crew. You'll get to have a final conversation with her at the end of the day which will wrap up the events of her freak out and determine how things move forward for the two of you.
     
    [X] A partial truth. Georgia talked the Board down, had an anxiety attack, and now she's resting. They don't need to know about the puking or the shower or anything else.

    Gal did gud. But I feel telling them she's just "a bit tired" will be called out as bullshit, or at the very least will go over like a lead balloon. This way, even if they do register that Chiyori's not telling the whole truth, they're probably empathetic enough to understand why and not comment.
     
    [X] A partial truth. Georgia talked the Board down, had an anxiety attack, and now she's resting. They don't need to know about the puking or the shower or anything else.

    Enough for them to know not to pry, but nothing that would embarrass her would be best.
     
    Manic Dogma said:
    Gal did gud. But I feel telling them she's just "a bit tired" will be called out as bullshit, or at the very least will go over like a lead balloon. This way, even if they do register that Chiyori's not telling the whole truth, they're probably empathetic enough to understand why and not comment.
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    You're a vet. If they start questioning it, you'll make up some bullshit about her metabolism and being cold-blooded.

    Of course, you're a vet, not a con artist. While you aren't a bad liar, social maneuvering isn't your specialty, so they might still see through your bio-babble.

    Omegahugger said:
    If is not good!
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    Sure it is! ...for me, anyway. :ogles:

    Muhahahahaha!
     
    [X] A partial truth. Georgia talked the Board down, had an anxiety attack, and now she's resting. They don't need to know about the puking or the shower or anything else.
     
    [X] A partial truth. Georgia talked the Board down, had an anxiety attack, and now she's resting. They don't need to know about the puking or the shower or anything else.
     
    [X] A partial truth. Georgia talked the Board down, had an anxiety attack, and now she's resting. They don't need to know about the puking or the shower or anything else.
     
    [X] An idealized truth. No need to worry them with how bad her anxiety really is. The story is that Georgia kicked ass and was totally awesome, but she's a bit tired so she's taking a nap.
    Manic Dogma said:
    Gal did gud. But I feel telling them she's just "a bit tired" will be called out as bullshit, or at the very least will go over like a lead balloon.
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    Lead balloons float just as well as normal balloons. Just be careful not to poke at them or they'll burst.
     
    [X] A partial truth. Georgia talked the Board down, had an anxiety attack, and now she's resting. They don't need to know about the puking or the shower or anything else.
     
    [X] A partial truth. Georgia talked the Board down, had an anxiety attack, and now she's resting. They don't need to know about the puking or the shower or anything else.
     
    [X] The full truth. Honesty is the best policy, and they deserve to know what she went through for them. You'll just ask everyone not to let Georgia know you told them.
     
    "Wow. That went places."
    "Aw, there friends!"
    "...sure."
    "And snakes are so cute! I'm really glad I got to learn more about them!"
    "I like how Chiyori was professional. She experienced some awkwardness, but as a physician such things were trivial."
    "She's really good at her job! Vet's are so cool! And hey, she even got-"
    "Please don't. I will hurt you."
    "-tail!"
    "...I told you not to repeat what others say."

    [X] An idealized truth. No need to worry them with how bad her anxiety really is. The story is that Georgia kicked ass and was totally awesome, but she's a bit tired so she's taking a nap.

    All is well and all is well and all will be well.
     
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    [X] A partial truth. Georgia talked the Board down, had an anxiety attack, and now she's resting. They don't need to know about the puking or the shower or anything else.
     
    Space Multiply said:
    Hm. That was sensual. Though I had to remind myself that Georgia was indeed not a very large dog. Saw some forced restraint on Geo's part, which is nice. Chiyo felt awkward but not embarassed, as befits a physician. Geo did not freak. The kids got shit done. Meta-knowledge was earned. Options given. I learned some interesting realities if a common American serpent.
    All in all things seem well.
    Great update, would read again.
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    The 'very large dog' was in fact intentional. Even (or maybe especially) for an asexual, stripping someone you haven't even known for 24 hours and jumping into the shower to scrub their naked body is...very awkward. Chiyori stopped herself from having her own mini freakout by basically getting into her vet headspace and treating Georgia exactly like she was a very large dog. The scene is written from her perspective, so... Things would have played out very differently if she either wasn't asexual or wasn't a vet.

    Also because while SV is surprisingly lenient on the sexy stuff, I really didn't want to push that line farther than I had to. Detailed descriptions of lamia reproductive anatomy would probably be a bit much, so we jumped over a lot of the 'fun' parts in a sentience or two instead of lingering on the steamy details. And, thanks to the MC being Asexual, keeping things clean is actually in character! Awesome!

    Saying Georgia didn't freak is somewhat inaccurate though: she actually freaked so hard she just sort of shut down. The 'restraint' you probably saw wasn't really restraint: less "I want to jump your bones...but that would be wrong" and more "OMG she's gonna-ah, screw it, I don't have the energy to care any more."

    When she wakes up and realizes everything that happened (including the fact that Chiyori put her to bed with no underwear on and got a face full of boob when buttoning her PJs), she'd probably going to have another anxiety attack.

    Poor, poor snek... I make her suffer so.
     
    "Oh. You misunderstand. That's not what they meant."
    "'Jump her bones?"
    "...shit. But yeah, it was decidedly unsexy. The waste part is a major turn off, in any case."
    "After such a traumatizing event? I think not. It is obvious that Georgia was very uncomfortable."
    "She had to allow herself to be assisted, and fought off the kneejerk reaction to push Chiyori away. A valiant decision."
    "I hope she gets better soon!"
    "She has my well wishes."
     
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