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the first Actual Doctor is a reindeer

Who: Chopper (

tsundeere)
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Hospitality Deck of the Marsiva!
When: 2/19

[After a tiny hoof smashes onto the starting button of this stationed device, the entire fleet can enjoy a blank footage of the Marsiva's hospitality deck. At least, for a few seconds. Shortly after, there's the tip of a blue, rounded hat and some antlers that show as Chopper jumps up and down to get a better grip.

Between noises of effort, his little voice might be heard.]

Come... on...! I'm almost... THERE! [Somehow, his hooves clamp onto the edge of the thing, and those antlers bring a tough face to follow! Okay, no, he's a tiny reindeer that almost looks like a Tanuki, but details. He's looking very determined as he stares down this camera, at least.]

Can anyone hear me? This is Chopper speaking! [There's no actual snail phones around here, so... Somehow he's able to recognize what this is for. He's not thinking on why for very long.] I don't really know where this place is, but I need to get back to my friends! They could be hurt!

[There's a small, contemplative and mumbley hum as he continues, bringing a hoof to his mouth as he considers.] But I guess any of you could be hurt, too... [That's worrying, all of a sudden. He looks concerned, and then determined, clenching his... hoof?? (how) at the camera.] If you are, don't worry! I'm a doctor, so I can help you out. Just let me know where you are!

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T-the ship can heal people?!

[Chopper looks incredibly surprised by that before becoming incredibly interested. He steps closer to her, holding his own cheeks as he leans forward and up as much as he can.]

How do you know that? Did it heal you? Can you tell me how it worked? That's so cool!

Um... I don't know how it works, exactly. I was... hurt, before I showed up, and when I woke up here it was better. No pain or anything.

[ Some scars, still, but she's not going to go flashing those at anyone just yet. The lack of pain and/or bleeding to death is the important part here. ]

Ahhh! That's so cooooooool!

[HE'S AMAZED... It distracts him for a good few seconds, staring sparkly-eyed around the ship like it can feel his appreciation, before he faces her again with realization and concern.]

Are you sure everything's healed properly? You should let me take a look!

I'm pretty sure, yeah. Trust me, it'd be pretty obvious if it wasn't healed. [ She pokes her sternum experimentally with the tips of her fingers. Yep. No pain. ] Nothing hurts, I can breathe fine, I haven't passed out yet...

Are you really a doctor?

[As she speaks, his little smile wipes away and he pays serious attention. If she was healed out of nowhere, he had to be sure it wasn't just external. Symptoms and visual signs could be relieved, but if she was still damaged internally... it could be dangerous!

But everything sounds good from what she's saying, at least...]

I am! I worked hard to learn everything I know!

Okay, I'm sorry, you just seem a little... Um. Small? No offense.

[ Also it seems like the hooves would present a bit of a problem? She's not asking about that. She's not. Tempting as it is. ]

I can get a lot bigger!

[He does seem a little offended, despite her disclaimer, and his cheeks puff out as he states this, little feet stomping in place.]

But I don't have to! My size doesn't get in the way of my work!

Okay. Sorry, I've just never met... anyone like you. [ Whatever... you are...

Well now she feels like a total jerk. ]

You can make sure I'm okay if you really want. I guess there's no real reason to trust the spaceship that kidnapped us that much...

Great! It never hurts to check when it comes to your health.

[He seems completely pleased by her apology, since he takes it to heart, and walks on over to tug at her pants, or whatever she can reach.]

Let's go somewhere where you can sit, and I'll do a quick check up! It won't take long, and you won't have to do anything special.

[ Well, at least he doesn't seem to be holding a grudge. No reason making enemies with her maybe-future crewmates already...

Steph lets him tug her to a cot, taking small steps so she doesn't outdistance him, and sits down when they get there. ]

Don't you need, like, a doctor's kit or something? Did you manage to bring that with you?

My supplies would have helped, but I think they're still back with the others...

[Unfortunately. Once she's sitting, though, he hops right up on top of the cot and steps around her, placing one hoof on her arm.]

It's hard to listen from down here. Is it okay if I sit on your shoulder? [At least he asks the first time!] I can do the basic checks without any equipment.

Um... sure. [ She shifts her arm to give him a little better leverage to climb up. ]

[From there, it's an easy hop or two up, and he's on her shoulder! Don't mind him if he has to shuffle around and grab at your face a bit here, Steph, he's doing medical work!

The first thing he does is place a hoof to her neck, almost like he's trying to feel her pulse... Though who knows how that's possible with a hoof. Whatever he's doing, it stops after 15 seconds or so, and then he's peering at her face, her eyes, and into her ears.

He's going all out!! Basically, he does a full basic check-up! By the time he's finished, he hops right off and lands lightly on the floor, spinning to grin at her.]

Everything seems to be normal! If your wounds haven't scarred over or anything like that, you're healthy completely! There's nothing to worry about!

[ She smiles back, a little weakly. ]

Well... I do have scars.

[ She reaches up unconsciously to touch the worst of them, the exit wound from where Black Mask shot her, on her shoulder just to the left of her collar bone. She'd spent some time in the bathroom after she got here, checking herself over, counting the scars... She gave up before long, feeling queasy and dizzy, and has spent most of her time since trying not to think about it. ]

But they don't hurt! At least, I don't think so. I haven't had a chance to work out, so I guess they might pull in weird ways when I'm moving, but so far it's fine...

You do? Wait, I can't heal them, but I should take a look, just in case!

[He's jumping up and down now in his worry, both hooves in the air.]

Otherwise, they could get worse or be hiding more problems!

[ She hesitates for a moment, glancing around the room. No one's paying any particular attention to them, but that doesn't mean she wants to strip down in front of everyone. ]

I... Okay, but can we do it in the bathroom? They're kind of... under my shirt, mostly.

[Makes sense. He nods in understanding. The girls on his crew always have him check in private, too, so he doesn't mind!]

Okay! Hm... Do you know which way one is?

[ She nods and slides off the cot. ]

Thanks. It's over here...

[ She leads the way, turning around and shutting the door once Chopper's inside. It's not a huge space, but as small as he is, at least it's not any more crowded than usual. ]

Do you need a boost up so you can stand on the sink, or...?

Yes, please!

[He holds up his arms like a child waiting to be lifted up. He could probably find a way to jump up there, but this is just easier... And if she was going to offer, well.]

How were you injured? How recently was it?

[ She lifts him up and sets him carefully on the sink, making sure he's balanced before she starts undressing, pulling her costume down to her waist. There are a few more new scars below that, mostly on her thighs, but she's already standing here in her bra - she's not stripping down to her underwear.

And the scars that are visible, even half-dressed, are... extensive: a mostly circular, ragged-edged scar on her left shoulder (exit wound); a thick three-inch-long stab wound on her right (broken glass); a collection of thin, clean cuts on her upper arms and down her sides (scalpel); a row of evenly-spaced circular holes right down her sternum (power drill). There are older scars here and there, much more faded, but those are nothing - close calls in combat, accidents in training, honest injuries she doesn't have to be ashamed of. These are something else. She bites her lip and fights the impulse to fold her arms over her chest to try to hide the worst of it. ]

I was, um... [ Tortured. Steph ducks her head, choking on the word. ] This guy wanted some information from me, so...

[ She shrugs. ]

Anyway. It happened the night before I showed up here on the ship.

[Upon seeing them, Chopper goes completely quiet. His expression is serious, and there's no more cute side comments or joking around. This is his work, and he's very serious about it, after all-- she was hurt so badly? By who?

He's angry just thinking about it.]

What a horrible person... Is it alright if I clean these off and take a closer look? I want to be sure they're healing properly.

[ She takes a breath and leans against the sink, hands braced against the edge of it to bring herself closer to Chopper so he can reach the scars. ]

Yeah, go ahead. Like I said, they're... They don't hurt? I don't know if the bones have healed, but it feels okay so far.

It looks like they should be fine, but they're something that should definitely be looked at! Did someone treat you for these?

[And if so, who, he means. But he's going to shuffle around here for a bit. Let's say he's somehow found enough supplies here to clean them off a bit more, at least, and take a look.]

[ Steph holds as still as she can for him to clean and inspect her scars, eyes focused on the ceiling instead of his hands (hooves?) or her body. Looking at the scars makes her a little queasy. ]

I was in the hospital before I got here? But not for long, and I wasn't really... I don't know how much they did, besides stopping the bleeding.

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