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004 [video/action] [Forward dated to Friday Morning]

[Video/Action for CH 4]

[When the video feed switches on, there's a bit of a bounce, as if the journal has just opened upon been dropped. When it finally stops, one can see a crooked view of a set of stairs. Seconds later, there's a sharp yelp and the camera catches a brief glimpse of a certain blonde teenager tumbling past, down the stairs, followed by the loud thud of her smacking into a wall. But fear not, this is no act of violence. Just a clumsy teen being clumsy.]

Ow...ow ow owwww...!

[For a minute or so, one can hear a few whines and quiet hisses of pain.]

Mmmrrrgghh... S...Stupid wings...! Ow... Okay. Just need to...get up. Ooogh, first my hair and now this...!

[Apparently, Pilouette has forgotten she even dropped the journal because after a few seconds, it gets some good footage of her feet shakily shuffling forward, right before she trips over it and, letting out a loud shriek, gets a nice faceful of STAIRS just as the feed cuts out.]

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[Later, after putting on a different set of clothes, Pils heads out to the grocery because there's one thing that always makes her feel better on a crappy day: BAKING~! At least the bad weather from the past week has cleared up. There's a chance one may run into her at the grocery or on the way back. Either way, with the way her luck is going, she's pretty paranoid and just trying not to make things worse for herself, so she'll be stepping carefully.]

[Later in the afternoon, Pilouette can be found sitting outside, behind the school, stuffing herself with sweets and generally being ~~A DEGENERATE PUNK~~ a mopey little sourpuss.]

((ooc: Feel free to indirectly/accidentally cause bad things to happen! It's like a big festival of bad luck!))

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You should probably come down to the clinic and get them checked out. Just in case.

[She makes a small noise of reluctance.]

Do you really think so...?

Those wings are pretty fragile. If there's a chance that you could've damaged them, I'd like to have a look at them.

[Yep, he's a doctor, and a relatively paranoid one at that.]

I guess you're right...

[Plus, it wouldn't do for her to argue with an adult...]

Um, o-okay, I'll be there in a bit.

[Not too long after, she arrives at the clinic, dressed in a somewhat less girly manner than usual, sporting a large jacket and a baseball cap pulled low over her eyes. Aside from it just being a bad day, she's never been to Luceti's clinic and is just little nervous.]

Um...H-hello?

[Mornings at the clinic always seem to be either very slow or very hectic, and as this morning happens to be one of the former variety, Willock's seated in the lobby when she walks in, thumbing through a book. He rises, noting her nervousness and offering a smile.]

Hello. I don't think I introduced myself--I'm Dr. Willock. And you're..?

[She offers a polite nod.]

Oh, um...My name is Pilouette. I think we talked a little while ago?

Pilouette. Yeah, that was me. Right this way.

[And he'll lead her into one of the examination rooms, motioning for her to sit on the bed as he washes his hands. As he turns back he hands her a tissue for any blood that she still might have on her face, and he frowns as he notes the state of her eye.]

Oh, you've got a nice bruise forming there. I should get you some ice for that.

[She takes the tissue and wipes at her nose a little.]

Oh...does it look really bad? It's probably gotten worse since I started over here...

Not terrible. I don't see any major swelling or bleeding on the eye. But here, just a second.

[He steps out, returning shortly with an ice pack and giving it to her. Someone should really start stocking those things in the rooms themselves, considering that there aren't any nurses around for him to send running for supplies.]

All right, let's see those wings.

Thank you.

[Taking the icepack, she lifts up the cap she's wearing a little so she can get that pack on her eye. A little bit of her hair to fall out from under her hat. The end of it looks a little...singed?

She then removes the jacket she's wearing exposing the pink wings sticking out of the back of her shirt.]

[That detail does not escape Willock's attention, though he doesn't eye it for long. He comments absently as he spreads one of her wings, checking to see if anything was dislodged.]

Did you burn yourself this morning?

Huh?

[She thinks for a second before noticing the loose hair.]

Oh...Um. I thought maybe my hair would look cute if I straightened it and...well...

Ah. [He smiles again, sympathetically.] You're not having a very good day, are you.

[Her shoulders slump and she lets out a little sigh.]

N-No, not really. It's like, not even that long into the day and it's already been like, one thing after another.

We all have days like that now and then. I hope it gets better for you.

Tell me if this is painful. [He starts slowly manipulating her right wing near its attachment point. Some of the feathers are a little bent there, but it's difficult to tell whether the tissue underneath was affected.]

Th-Thanks.

[When he starts moving her wing, she jumps a bit and cringes.]

Ow! U-Um, it kind of stings a little.

[Yep, definitely something there. He brushes back the feathers, observing the beginnings of inflammation along the joint.]

I think you may have sprained it here. It doesn't look broken to me, but I'd like to do an x-ray to make sure.

[She never thought about the possibility of spraining a wing. It certainly makes sense, since once can sprain wrists and what not. She can't help but be worried about it.]

Um...you don't think I'm going to get all sick and stuff, do you? I mean, that's what happens when someone's wings get all messed up or whatever, right?

I doubt it. If you had some kind of open wound--like a compound fracture--I'd be more concerned. The accounts I've heard and read of people getting sick seem to be the result of part or all of a wing being amputated, which would provide an easy way for germs to enter the body.

[Yep, he's not about to make any fancy claims about the wings until he gains a better understanding of their structure. As far as he's concerned, they're just another set of limbs--limbs with a very high number of nerve endings, yes, but nothing really beyond that.]

[Huh. Hearing someone put that kind of logic behind the wings is actually...kind of comforting. Before now, all she knew is "We have wings and if they get hurt, bad things happen."]

Well, I guess if that's the case, maybe I shouldn't worry about it too much.

Yeah, don't worry. There's a lot of claims out there about the wings, but I recommend taking most of them with a grain of salt. [And even if she has more than a sprain, he trusts that he can set it and send her on her way. He walks back towards the door.] Let's just have them x-rayed and see what needs to be done.

[She nods. Hearing actual facts is reassuring enough, so she's going to try to be positive.]

Right! I bet I'll be just fine!

[As she says this, she stands up to follow him.]

[He leads her into a separate room where the equipment is set up. Because he's only looking at the wings, he doesn't need her to undress--he just puts one of the lead aprons on her to shield her pelvis, donning a long apron himself while he positions her in front of the camera.]

Move a little this way, shoulders up, wings extended...okay. Don't move.

[He steps back to the machine, adjusts the dials and presses the button. That done, he takes the apron off of Pilouette and retrieves the cassette with the film, motioning to a nearby chair.]

Have a seat. I'm going to go process this, and I'll be back in a little bit.

Um, okay!

[As he leaves, she sits down and, out of habit, swings her feet to and fro, glancing about at the room not looking for anything in particular. She usually tries to act like an adult, but at times she forgets herself.]

[It doesn't take long for him to develop the image--this is one piece of equipment he actually knew how to use prior to coming to Luceti, though he didn't have to all that frequently back home. When it's done, he brings the film out to show Pilouette, putting it up on a lighted screen and flicking off the room's lights.

The resolution of the image isn't fantastic, but he can still make out the bone structure of her wings. He eyes it for a few moments, then nods.]

Looks good. I don't see any fractures, so you must just have a sprain. I'll wrap it to keep it from moving and get you some more ice for the swelling, as well as something for the pain. It's not too bad--it should start getting better in two or three days.

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