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 Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 10:10 pm
Faleen had her limits of what she was able to do with tech, It was a reality she didn't enjoy being faced with, but, there were cases when she had to accept the reality of the situation... and that was that she had no idea how to get the information off of her broken tablet pad, information that the tech department needed.... yesterday!
The engineer knew that if she kept fiddling with it, she was probably going to just make it worse, so she was just going to have to bite the bullet and bring it to the department that would be able to figure it out for her.
And she knew just the Rocket she trusted enough with this task to get it done without messing up.
She had Porygon out with her this day, having thankfully been able to get him out of the tablet, it was unfortunate though that he didn't bring any of the files with him.
She didn't complain, she didn't really want the pokemon dead, and she didn't want to explain to Seth that the pokemon he assigned her was dead...
It didn't take her long to arrive at the programers lab, letting herself in, her eyes glanced over the heads inside, looking for the familiar blond of Agent Hayes.
She didn't see him there though, perhaps he was getting lunch.
"Excuse me." Faleen said, stepping further into the room, and walking over to the first programmer she could find.
"Sorry to interrupt, but is Agent Hayes here?"
"He's out sick," said the Rocket next to him, both keeping their eyes fixed on their screens. There was a certain tense feeling in the room, as if the keyboards were clicking just a bit faster than usual. "You need something?"
"Sick?" she repeated him, her questioning town low, as if speaking more to herself than the tech who told her.
Hayes was sick?
There was a follow up question to her first one, and her gaze lifted back to the tech that had answered her.
"Ah, well, my tablet was dropped and broke, and there is important information I need to be removed from it."
The first Programer she had spoken to, lifted his head, peering up over the monitor when she explained.
"You don't need Hayes for that, you can leave it here, we'll take care of it."
There was a moment hesitance after he said that, Faleen not replying at first, but it was apparent by her stance that she wasn't so sure about that solution.
"Yeah, guess all the projects he's on wore him down. Seth's still making him work though," the second Rocket finished with a mutter, not understanding or not caring it had been a rhetorical question. When Faleen brought up the tablet, he rolled around in his chair to face her, then eyed the female agent's hesitation.
"He probably can't look at it anyway; he's been working his a** off lately," he prompted. "You can file a work order and leave it here."
"I see," She's been there before.
When the Rocket that had first answered her turned around, she gave her attention to him.
She had seen them a few times, but she didn't know who these rockets were, She was hoping Hayes would be able to work on this project, she trusted Hayes, and trusted his skill.
But she had to... gently remind herself that all of these programers had skills to be able to be in this department.
"I will do that then... thank you."
with a polite incline of her head, she shifted her stance, and headed over to one of the empty desks to fill out an order, and set a priority.
as she walked though, she pulled her Rocket dex out.
The Rocket peering over his monitor arched an eyebrow, and looked over to the rocket who shared a close proximity to his work space, leaning forward so his whispers wouldn't be heard.
"She's here for Hayes, what do you think the chances of her tablet not actually being broken are?"
"Pshh." His compatriot leaned back in his chair, then heaved his shoulders and spun back to his workstation. "Less than ours of making deadline, that b*****d."
As Faleen sat down, she took a moment before working on the order form to fiddle with something on her Rocket Dex.
'I just stopped into your department, I was told you have fallen ill, I trust it isn't anything serious.'
She sent the text base message off to Hayes' device, than set the dex down to work on the form, sure she would get a reply soon, or at least before she finished the form.
There was no reply by the time the form was done, even as she left the tablet (that was in deed broken) with the tech, and and explanation of what she needed and why it was important.
She returned to work, helping her department in mech construction today, and still she got no reply.
Even as she wrapped up her duties, and prepared to leave, Faleen picked up her Rocket dex, brow furrowing as she noticed... still no reply.
Odd.
Well, it was possible he was just getting his rest, that was important when one was sick... but still, she couldn't help but feel a little concerned.
His dorm was on the way to her own way, As she made her way back... it wouldn't hurt to just check and see if he was okay.
If he wasn't answering texts, than it was unlikely he would get the door anyway, but still... she was here, might as well.
once outside his door, the agent lifted a gloved hand to knock on the door.
As Faleen drew to a stop, Umbreon stopped next to her, and sat himself down, large eyes on the door with a half lidded expression.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 11:48 pm
There was a sound from inside. It sounded a lot like someone going "Nrrgh" and kicking off a layer of blankets.
"Pika-pi," a high voice scolded, followed by a huff.
"Yeah, okay, okay," a light male voice muttered, sounding groggy and hoarse. Footsteps thudded across the carpet, slow and heavy, and paused for a long moment just behind the door.
The doorknob rattled a few times and turned, and there was Hayes, barefoot in pajama pants. The Rocket's sandy blond hair was tousled in a textbook example of bedhead, wisps of it caught behind his glasses and sticking out over his ears as he blinked at his visitor.
"One sec," he said, and shut the door.
When it opened again, Hayes was plus one comfortably worn old t-shirt. The agent managed a weak smile as his Glaceon twined around and huffed at the visitors, vaguely disapproving of the disturbance. "Sorry. What's up?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 8:12 pm
While listening to the sounds ont he other side of the door, she regretted disturbing him... even more so at the sight that greeted her at the door was one very typical of someone who has been stuck in bed all day.
He was able to stand at least, so clearly it wasn't anything to serious.
She blinked at him a couple of times, opening her mouth slightly to greet him, when he told her to hold on and close the door.
Eyebrows arching, Faleen glanced down at Umbreon, she looked back at her with a soft frown, and a snort.
Clearing her throat, still sore, when he opened the door again, this time he was fully clothed.
"Sorry to disturb you... goodness you certainly don't look like you are feeling very well."
Umbreon's gaze stayed more at his level, frowning softly at the Glaceon who had joined Hayes at the door.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 8:37 pm
"It's okay." There was a raspy edge to his usually mellow tenor, and his reply was more brusque than usual, as if trying to conserve words. "It's just a bug." This elicited an incredulous snort from Nemerle - just a bug - before she turned eyes on the dark creature mirroring her across the threshhold. The way she twitched her ears at Umbreon was cool, but not cold. Yes?
Hayes ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to inch closer to looking presentable, which only served to rumple it in the opposite direction. Faleen probably had a reason for being here. "Something happen?" he ventured, still getting his bearings on the waking world and a floor that was supposedly level.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 11:34 am
"Sort of, but the other programers offered to take care of it, so its handled." She told him not "I just needed some information off of my data pad."
with a light shrug of her shoulder, and a gesture with her hand to show that it wasn't anything that couldn't be handled... despite her nervousness that they wouldn't be able to get the information.
It didn't sound so serious, but it certainly looked like it was kicking him pretty hard right now.
But with the right medication and lots of rest he would be fine, thats how most bugs were. "Oh dear, I've heard there was one going around. What kind of medication are you using to fight it?"
She raised her eyebrows a little at his attempt to control his hair, that didn't seem to want to comply.
"I should let you sleep," Faleen took a step back, feeling a little bad about interrupting him like this.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 6:31 pm
A long moment passed while Hayes' brow furrowed with the effort of keeping his attention on a thought long enough to finish it. Something had happened, but she said it was handled, so that.. left Faleen's reason for coming.. blank.
"Okay. ..anything you want?" he asked, hazel eyes slightly creased against the bright, sterile lights of the hall. Her question about medication was answered with a muzzy "Ramen?"
The blond shook his head as she started to excuse herself, partly in an attempt to clear it. "..no, s'fine, I need to work on stuff," he mumbled. The motion sent his hair into his eyes again; he gave up on it. He was in pajama pants and a faded 'I void warranties' t-shirt. Getting his hair under control wouldn't make much difference.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 1:50 pm
She shook her head softly, opening her mouth to answer his question, when she stopped dead after hearing what he was doing to help take care of himself.
"Ramen..." that cheap noodles and broth food? He couldn't be serious.
"That's all you have?" She blinked a couple of times. "Your not taking any pills? or cold syrups? do you have any?"
Well, that was a sure good way to make things worse. especially is he was insisting on still working, instead of sleeping like he probably should be. He will be out of work longer that way.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 5:35 pm
Standing for so long was beginning to have an effect; Hayes was having trouble focusing. He leaned an arm on the doorframe for support, which helped, though the fog that shrouded his mind remained.
"Yeah?" he answered. The way she'd asked was giving him the vague feeling he'd done something wrong. What was wrong with ramen? (As long as you didn't read the nutrition label.) It was almost like chicken soup. Her inventory questions got a puzzled "No?"
A little voice said this looked irresponsible.
"I don't really get sick," he explained. There was a pause while he rethought that statement in light of his current circumstances. "Usually." Therefore, it didn't make sense to keep those sorts of medications on hand. He had a surfacing memory of swallowing aspirin, but it might have been imagined, and he still didn't know why Faleen was here. She didn't seem like the sort of person who'd visit someone just to question their food choices.
Something more seemed necessary. "..I can get some?"
From his feet, Nemerle huffed impatiently and tipped her nose up to look at the girl. Her spaded tail waved back and forth with the same air as someone tapping their foot. Her pale blue gaze seemed to imply Faleen had thirty seconds before she started nipping ankles and herding her trainer back to bed.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 12:31 am
It was an odd sight before her, the usual composed Hayes, one who usually had more fluid replies then when he was giving right now looked as it he really really needed to sleep.
It was bad enough that he didn't have any medication, but when he said he would go get some, Faleen instantly, (without thinking) held her hands up, blinking quickly a few times as her eyebrows arched in surprise.
"No no no." She shook her head, offering another option instead. "You should really lay down, Here, my room isn't far, and I have some medicine I can bring over that should help. You have enough fluids, like water right? ... I'll get some of those as well." Might as well. She didn't know what kind of fluids he was taking in, but if he was using Ramen as a substitute for medication then who knew...
"Just... you should go lay back down." She phrased this as more of a request, a pointed request though. She really didn't want him falling over in the middle of the hall.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 10:31 pm
That was.. not the response Hayes had been expecting, and had he been well his eyebrows would have lifted at the speed and feeling of her refusal. As it was he blinked heavily, trying to process until Faleen repeated her 'request.'
"Okay." The door shut again. It seemed the easiest way.
He found his bed less by sight than feel, an expectant Nemerle dancing around his ankles. She leapt onto the covers as the blond worked back into them (prompting a groggy "Piii,") then butted his hand away from the laptop weighing down the comforter. Hayes curled his fingers in her fine fur and stared at some point past the ceiling.
"Why'd I say ramen? I c'n take care of myself." The Glaceon snorted. Hayes' feverish gaze wandered the room; not bad by his standards, but those socks weren't in the hamper, the hamper wasn't in the closet, and he hadn't bothered to toss that soda can in the recycling..
"I should clean."
Nemerle huffed disapproval and gave Hayes a long, steady look as she settled herself firmly on his chest.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 11:29 pm
At his agreement, Faleen nodded, and turned to head back down the hall.
Glancing down at Umbreon who was peering back up at him.
"I'll take you and the others outside later." She reassured him, not sure why he was giving her that look.
As she said, it didn't take her to long to get what she needed from her own quarters, walking back over to Hayes' and knocking lightly on the door.
Maybe if he was a sleep she could just leave the medication at his door or something... maybe give it to one of his pokemon.
Clearing her throat a little she frowned at the look Umbreon was still giving her. As is questioning why they were here.
"Stop it."
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 12:23 am
Something huffed meaningfully; probably Nemerle. There was rustling on the other side of the door as someone worked their way out of the bedcovers and padded across the floor. The door was opened again.. by a slightly rumpled-looking Switch, who used both paws to swing it on its hinges.
"Piika," the electric mouse grumbled as he got it open, then looked up. "Pi?" His long ears twitched at the unexpected sight of Faleen - long time no see - her Umbreon.. and soup? Well that was nice of her.
"Pikapi." He waved them on in. Someone coming to feed him was more than welcome.
The tech's room was typical agent's fare - the same size as that of a grunt's, but with only one set of standard issue furniture to take up space. A desk looked out over the desert, or would have if not for the computer blocking the view. Another sat on the floor beside it, half-assembled in a pile of parts below a poster of what looked like a cross between a salt shaker and a death bot. A pile of clean clothes sat folded atop the dresser; others, less clean, fell in or near the plastic laundry basket wedging the closet door open. Books, some thick and technical, others battered paperbacks, made piles near Hayes' desk or filled the bookcase that supported a scuffed plastic figure of a robot.
Hayes was a tousled mop of hair and a t-shirt in the midst of a dark green comforter. An arm rested over his stomach; his elbow was propped up by a quietly humming laptop. Behind his glasses and bangs his eyes were closed, and his chest rose and fell, slow but shallow.
"Chu." Switch made a running leap and landed heavily on the bed, making the springs squeak and Nemerle switch her tail. The Pikachu bounced in place for a moment, then looked over as his trainer stirred.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 11:12 pm
Faleen took a small step back when she heard someone walking to the door, making sure not to crowd the doorway when the door was opened... by a pokemon this time.
Hazel eyes blinked down at the little electric type.
"Uh."
She wasn't really one to get into the habit of conversing with pokemon, although she's caught herself doing that with her own on occasion. So, when she wasn't greeted by another human being, she was left standing there, a little puzzled, and lost as to what to do.
She considered handing the Pikachu the bag she had with the meds in it, before she was motioned in by the pokemon.
Here she exchanged a glance with Umbreon, who frowned softly but took point when Faleen decided she should give Hayes the meds herself.
As she slipped quietly in, glancing around the room to see if she could spot Hayes, maybe working on something. She had never been in his personal quarters before, and wanted to be as respectful as possible.
He had good taste, she thought, seeing many techy things that she would have been interested in investigating further.
She only got a glimpse though, before she finally caught sight of the human owning the room and the pokemon in it.
Seeming to have fallen asleep, and desite how horrible he must feel, he looked rather peaceful.
She stopped dead here, worried about waking him, and taking a few moments to think of what she should do now, leave him a note? just come back later?
"Ah! no no! let him sleep." She started to say to the pikachu in a hushed tone, shaking her head quickly and holding a hand up when he jumped onto Hayes, who started to move.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 2:00 pm
It hadn't really been Hayes' plan to sleep, or at least look like he was. He couldn't - not with a scratchy throat and the heavy feeling in his chest. But after standing up for a while, just lying there and breathing felt good. It was natural from there to close his eyes and let his thoughts meander toward the idea of a cool drink.
What presented itself was his soda, which was warm, flat, and all the way over on his desk. Aspirin.. he had to get some - if he had been imagining them - later. They were at the infirmary, but the infirmary was ages away. Bad move on his part, forgetting what being sick was like. The last time had been after..
"Nrgh." His elbow hit the laptop, making him twitch and Nemerle snort; Switch was back, and Faleen was protesting. What? Hayes fumbled for his glasses, adjusting them until he could see her at least vaguely. "S'okay, m'not." He blinked at her, processing that she now had things, and was in his room, and had brought him these things.
"Thanks." He sounded a little surprised. She didn't have to do that.
"Pika," the electric type told Faleen, finding his comfortable spot in the covers. See? He sat up and eyed the goods she'd brought pointedly, then turned an expectant, completely unsurprised green gaze on her. Stuff like this happened to him all the time. Make with the soup.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 12:58 am
Faleen shifted the bottle of water she had in one arm, about to make a gesture to the Pikachu to come back off Hayes before said Agent actually spoke, and opened his eyes.
"Oh" She replied, taken a little bit by surprised, and seemed to be frozen in place for a second. She hadn't been invited in by him... rather one of his pokemon.
But, he didn't seem to be rather perturbed by this... at least she thought, and she did have to give him the meds anyway.
"Its no trouble" she said, stepping over to first hand him a chilled bottle, something she noted was good foresight on her part, since she didn't see anything holding any liquid resembling water.
"If you take a couple of these later, they'll help you sleep." She also told him, handing him one of the boxes of cold medication, followed by a couple other choices from the symptoms she had noticed he had.
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