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[testsonseashells]

WHO: Chris Starsky, Mordin Solus
WHAT: Checkin' out dem robot eyes.
WHEN: 3:00 Monday, 2013-05-13
WHERE: LSR clinic

[ Mordin's basically been going through everything in the clinic - patient files, insurance information, all that paperwork - and memorizing it. No sense wasting his new memory. The front desk is fairly disorganized as a result, but Mordin looks happy, and is humming the Modern-Major General's song as he works.]

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[reapsthewind]

[Well, here goes nothing. She's wearing big aviator shades instead of contacts this time, for ease of taking them off. She's actually about five minutes early, and she kinda stands in whatever waiting room there is, feeling awkward. THIS IS SILLY.]

Er... hello?

[testsonseashells]

[Mordin glances up, and smiles quickly.

Ah, yes. Starsky, good to see you. This way, please.

[ He leads her into one of the examination rooms. While most doctors offices have posters and flyers with various medical diagrams, LSR is remarkably barebones - it has the necessary equipment, but little else. As they walk, he asks:]

Any symptoms? Eyestrain, aches, tiredness, swelling, flu-like symptoms?

[reapsthewind]

No flu-like stuff, no. When I first got the eyes, I uh, went blind for about a day and bled from the eye sockets, but when it was over I could see fine.

... it wasn't fun.

I do very rarely have traces of blood in my tears but it doesn't usually last long?

I've gotten some mild chest pains, but the main thing there is this sort of pulsing vibration when I get one of those vision flashback things.

[testsonseashells]

[ Mordin shuffles around, pulling various pieces of equipment out as he speaks.]

Likely not suffering from organ rejection, but should take blood samples, just in case. Can run scan for more metal in body. Lie back on bed, please.

[He readies an opthalmoscope.]

[reapsthewind]

[Sigh doctors. And Mordin's brisk manner is not exactly comforting. She does as told, but kind of taps on the bed nervously while she waits]

Yeah, I figured. And a scan's probably a good idea.

[testsonseashells]

Can't hurt. Open eyes as wide as possible, please.

[ Mordin peers through the opthalmoscope. He mutters something to himself, every now and then, switching to the other eye, but doesn't seem to find anything too worrying.]

Eyes don't seem to be affecting your health in any way. Don't function all that differently from regular eyes, although clearly came with some sort of brain-interface software. Odd. Should run blood test now.

[ He readies a syringe.]

[reapsthewind]

Well, good to know?

[She's gonna close her eyes and not look when he draws blood. Always upsetting.]

[testsonseashells]

[ Mordin draws the blood quickly and efficiently. He stores the sample in a cabinet for later testing.]

Alright, blood drawn. Have MRI scanner in different room, will need to follow me.

[reapsthewind]

[Wow, that was... fast]

You're better at that than my last doctor, guy left a huge bruise.

[And she follows him into the next room.]

[testsonseashells]

Hmph. Unprofessional of him.

[Mordin leads her back through the clinic to another room, similarly bare. All that's there is the MRI machine.]

Lie down, please. Had an MRI before?

[reapsthewind]

[shakes her head]

Nope, never. ... isn't it magnetic?

[she points to her eyes]

Will those be problematic?

[testsonseashells]

[It is in this moment that one understands the true measure of Dr. Mordin Solus, as he smiles and says:]

About to find out, aren't we?

[He starts the machine.]

[reapsthewind]

Woah woah hey hold on don't these things have really strong magnets in them what if you accidentally take out my -- ow ow ow

[So luckily no, her eyes don't come out of her head, but they DO vibrate and her vision goes blurry. She ends up having to press her hands over them hard]

Rrrtgh TURN IT OFF. I FEEL LIKE THEY'RE GONNA GET PULLED OUT OF MY HEAD.

[testsonseashells]

[Mordin switches the machine off hurriedly, and pulls out the opthalmoscope again.]

Hm. Magnetic metal - odd. Wouldn't have used it myself. Still, internal organs seem to be fine - will examine more closely later. Sorry about the eyes.

[He does look genuinely apologetic.]

[reapsthewind]

[blinks a few times. Yeah that... is odd, wouldn't ferrous metal in the body rust...? She slowly takes her hands away and... is fine. Actually. Hell, probably could have gritted through the pain, but... naaah]

... weird.

Anyway, well, um, that's... good to know. Also I guess I should stay away from powerful magnets.

[... actually though now she might go home and test just how much iron is in there. Or whatever's causing the magnetism...]

[testsonseashells]

Can also try CT scan - still don't have clear picture of eyes. Less likely to cause pain or damage, but will understand if you prefer to avoid it.

[reapsthewind]

... I do still want to figure out what's going on here, yeah. ... yeah why not.


[ooc: Also, there IS an energy ball in her chest -- LONG STORY, TRANSFORMERS IS A WEIRD CANON, LA LA LA -- which should cause a blurry image of *some sort* on one of these scans]

[testsonseashells]

Alright, in another room. Follow me, please.

[Second verse, same as the first. The clinic remains bare, although one can't help but notice that Mordin seems to have an odd preference for dim red lighting.]

Again, will need to lie down.