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worldofice in the_zoneWho: Atobe Keigo & Shishido Ryou
When: August 9th
Where: Medical bay
What: Post Kin'cident in medical bay, Shishido offers Atobe some words of advice on people skills.
Atobe stared into the faintly algae-coloured liquid that swirled murkily around its paper container. It was filth. But it was still a far more organised sight than this office. Thirty minutes ago, he had been seated in his spotlessly tidy room in Yomi’s pristine medical bay. Now, the chair he was sitting on was the only piece of furniture that seemed intact. Even the tea in its paper cup had been placed on a filing cabinet that seemed, inexplicably, to be upside down. Atobe’s gaze drifted to the floor, which sparkled with broken glass. Amidst the shards, a single box of unopened bandaids rested.
Shishido didn't want to say 'I told you so' because that would only make this situation worse. And this was a certified disaster. So instead, he went over and retrieved the medbay's cleaning bot, setting it to clean up the broken glass. It was a small step but it would help make a difference.
"The door to the medbay was stuck," Shishido said in a calm, even voice. He'd seen Tooyama's post and deciphered that much. "How did it get stuck?"
Atobe drew a breath in… and then released it. With that success, he decided to try his vocal chords. “It operated smoothly when we entered,” he replied, his voice also one of carefully measured calm. “But then both the door to my office and seemingly the main entrance appeared to become…jammed.”
Atobe had not seen the problems with the main medical bay door, but the sound of Tooyama’s exit suggested at least a 30% chance that both doors had locked in place.
There was really only one way that could have happened. Atobe was in little doubt that himself, Shishido and approximately half of Yomi would by now have fitted the pieces together. It was a pity the same could not be said for the glass in the sliding doors.
The cleaning robot bumped against his shoe. Atobe stared down at it for a moment and then moved the offending limb out of its way. A brush emerged from the bot’s side and gave his shoe a cursory polish as it passed.
“This is entirely my fault.”
From the sounds (and looks) of it, the doors had malfunctioned. Except the doors weren't supposed to malfunction. Shishido specifically remembered that Jirou had fixed them. Shishido also remembered that Jirou was still upset with Atobe over the whole hyper awake incident a few weeks ago. It didn't take a genius to put the pieces together. But taking this up with Jirou would have to wait for some other time. Right now, there was Atobe to deal with.
"It's not completely your fault," Shishido replied. "You didn't lock the door or tell Tooyama to go all..." he waved a hand around the office. There really weren't words to describe this mess. "However it probably did stem from how you treat people."
Shishido walked further into the mess, taking a moment to fully take it all in. He still couldn't believe just how much damage Tooyama had done in such a short amount of time. "You're a smart guy," Shishido went on. "What would you tell someone else if this had happened to them?"
“That our technical support personnel are dangerously incompetent and should be removed from their positions,” replied Atobe, coolly. “I should have done that weeks ago. Damaging the medical bay or intentionally interfering with medical personnel puts the entire outpost at risk.”
Considering that would mean bad things for one of Shishido's closest friends, that was an idea Shishido couldn't really get behind. Still in the same calm voice, Shishido asked, "and do you have proof that this wasn't some odd malfunction? Or that it was a software issue at all?" Not that anyone would be able to tell at this point thanks to the damage.
With a sigh and a shake of his head, Shishido focused on the more important part of all this. "If your contract is anything like mine, you're going to be here for a few years. Do you really think you'll be able to spend the next few years like this? With people constantly arguing with you over every little thing and making your life as difficult as possible?"
Atobe raised his head to regard Shishido with a look that suggested talk of technical malfunctions came under the same category as magical fairy sandworms. His gaze caught the twisted remains of his desk, still wedged partially through the smashed door panes and his eyes closed.
“I am the senior medic,” he said in response to Shishido’s question. “If this event marks a deteriorating course then it is unlikely we will be troubled with anyone living past Christmas.” His hand moved to his forehead. “Do you have firearms experience?”
"No, I do not have experience with firearms. And even if I did, I would not be joining you in shooting anyone," Shishido replied. He had far too many friends and people he cared about here for him to ever consider that as a possibility.
Leaning against a portion of the desk that looked relatively safe, Shishido focused on the other part of what Atobe had said. "The senior medic that isn't respected by nearly everyone. The medic that people avoid unless there is absolutely no other choice. The one they talk about and not in a good way." With a little shrug, he added, "sounds like an exhausting way to live."
Atobe rubbed his forehead, refusing to look further at the ruined remains of his office. “I was referring to tranquiliser guns. I believe they are used for the sandworms, and so might have stopped Tooyama long enough to try at least one other solution.” As it was, Atobe had not even registered the problem before his desk was being ripped away from his chair and hurled through the glass panelling. He wondered how fast one could be trained to shoot. Then he wondered if he really had been referring to tranquillisers.
He stretched out his hand and lifted the paper cup of tea. It folded in his fingers and part of the hot liquid spilled onto his trousers, causing him to wince in distaste. Was nothing at Yomi capable of performing its job in a satisfactory manner?
“People avoiding the medical bay is not necessarily an issue,” he told Shishido. “I am certain neither of us wish to be plagued by a stream hypochondriacs.” However, he had to grudgingly admit that the reverse was also an issue, turning conditions that could be treated swifty with one of his patented sprays into serious ailments. While a few near-death experiences could liven up the week, it was a waste of a good spray.
On Mars and Earth, there had been a team of first response medics who performed an initial assessment of all patients. Only the most interesting reached Atobe, and they were normally sufficiently sick to care little for bedside manners. But here on Yomi, he was the only general specialist and everyone in medical bay was on the front line. Apparently, the babysitting game needed to be stepped up.
Atobe took a sip of his tea. It was disgusting. Just like what he was about to ask. “What…” he said to Shishido now. “... would you recommend?”
Shishido almost sighed in relief as he heard that question. Finally. It felt like a minor miracle. He hadn't spent a lot of time around Atobe, especially in any sort of non-work related way, but Atobe did remind Shishido of someone he used to know. Getting asked for any sort of help was unheard of. He needed to approach this carefully though.
"A little tact can go a long way," Shishido started. "For example, speaking to them privately about medical concerns rather than posting them for everyone to see." That wouldn't have helped with Tooyama but it just might help Atobe survive everyone else. "I'm actually kind of surprised you haven't been spoken to about that. There's probably some sort of confidentiality clause you may have broken for some people."
The cleaning bot approached Shishido so he leaned more onto the desk, giving the bot room to work. The thing had been working hard over the last few minutes. A good portion of the glass was now cleaned up. "Most the people here aren't actually incompetent," Shishido went on. Most being the key word there. He'd heard some horror stories about his roommate's assistant and then of course there was Tooyama. "They just have different skill sets and don't appreciate being spoken to like they're children."
Atobe made a noise that suggested not being remotely onboard with that last notion. His fingers unclenched from his forehead to give a dismissive flick.
“If I am extracting medical details from trading cards, one can hardly expect the information to be private.”
Then he inhaled and slowly raised his head to give Shishido a look of exasperated irritation. “Fine,” he concurred. “I will attempt…cordiality. But I will start with someone who can actually do his job.”
Mentally scanning the crew roster, Atobe promptly ruled out 60% more people than Shishido. It also needed to be someone to whom a passing attempt at politeness would not result in a slide show of home photographs, or a sob story about a lost one legged hamster back on Earth. Indeed, any show of emotion was undesirable. Surprisingly, that still left several candidatesmainly from the same team.
“I imagine you will tell me conversing with yourself or Yuushi does not count in this new… effort.”
"Not everyone has seen or cares about those cards," Shishido reminded. "But even then, would you be happy if someone called you out specifically to talk about your sex life in front of everyone?" Not that Shishido was even sure if Atobe had a sex life. Not so much because of a lack on Atobe's part but rather a lack of people who would be willing to put up with Atobe.
Thinking about it for a moment, Shishido shrugged. "If it helps you get more comfortable speaking to others, I guess Dr. Oshitari and myself can count. But you should find someone else too."
Someone that could do their job. Someone that didn't have an explosive temper. Someone that didn't already hold a grudge against Atobe. Someone that was competent and could handle themselves but who Shishido also didn't mind if Atobe tried to traumatise them. There weren't many options if Shishido was being honest.
"How about someone like Sanada?" Shishido said after a moment. "You've been able to chat with him on the journals without it turning into an argument." And other than that one really weird moment with Yanagi in their room, the guy seemed to have it together.
“If I had chosen to put my sex life on a trading card, I would hardly wail about the consequences,” Atobe responded dismissively. “Moreover, suggesting routine medical practices related to reproductive organs are somehow more obscene is unhealthy.”
The Chitose woman was overly dramatic, albeit in an impressively fiery manner. The cook however, clearly needed counselling. As a favour to Shishido who had so far been the only person concerning himself with the wreckage of the medical bay, Atobe would try not to suggest it. At least, not this week.
Atobe’s slate gaze narrowed as he attempted to consider the engineer without interference from the word “washboard”. Proficient. Taciturn. Seemingly uninterested in anything not on task. And lacking in unfortunate tattoos that Yuushi would certainly have noted by now. He would do.
“Fine. I will ask the engineer to fix the medical bay,” he said, before catching Shishido’s eye and adding, “tactfully.”
"Speaking to Miyuki privately would have gone over better," Shishido said. "It's one thing to give information in a survey. It's another to then have that information publicly brought up in a humiliating way." Which honestly did say a lot in regards to Miyuki. Literally the first time Shishido had met her, she'd instantly stripped everything on her top half without any sort of shame.
"Generally speaking, if it's in someone's medical file then it's best to have discretion even if there's a decent chance that information might be public knowledge." Shishido stood, stretching a little as he started to survey the damage of the room. "If it helps, I'm not sure if anyone could have handled Tooyama earlier though. Byodoin or maybe Tachibana are probably the only ones."
Bending down, Shishido started picking up some papers on the floor that the cleaning bot hadn't picked up. "First step to having your office fixed is cleaning it up. The bot's already started but it can't handle everything. So unless you want me messing up your organizational system, I suggest you help." Atobe didn't look exceptionally weak so between the two of them, they could probably get the desk back in place and put the file cabinet right side up.
Friendships. And menial labour. The sheer basicness of Yomi broke new boundaries each day. Atobe stood, finished the remains of the tea, flipped the trash can upright and dropped in the soggy paper. His clothes were going to be ruined.
When: August 9th
Where: Medical bay
What: Post Kin'cident in medical bay, Shishido offers Atobe some words of advice on people skills.
Atobe stared into the faintly algae-coloured liquid that swirled murkily around its paper container. It was filth. But it was still a far more organised sight than this office. Thirty minutes ago, he had been seated in his spotlessly tidy room in Yomi’s pristine medical bay. Now, the chair he was sitting on was the only piece of furniture that seemed intact. Even the tea in its paper cup had been placed on a filing cabinet that seemed, inexplicably, to be upside down. Atobe’s gaze drifted to the floor, which sparkled with broken glass. Amidst the shards, a single box of unopened bandaids rested.
Shishido didn't want to say 'I told you so' because that would only make this situation worse. And this was a certified disaster. So instead, he went over and retrieved the medbay's cleaning bot, setting it to clean up the broken glass. It was a small step but it would help make a difference.
"The door to the medbay was stuck," Shishido said in a calm, even voice. He'd seen Tooyama's post and deciphered that much. "How did it get stuck?"
Atobe drew a breath in… and then released it. With that success, he decided to try his vocal chords. “It operated smoothly when we entered,” he replied, his voice also one of carefully measured calm. “But then both the door to my office and seemingly the main entrance appeared to become…jammed.”
Atobe had not seen the problems with the main medical bay door, but the sound of Tooyama’s exit suggested at least a 30% chance that both doors had locked in place.
There was really only one way that could have happened. Atobe was in little doubt that himself, Shishido and approximately half of Yomi would by now have fitted the pieces together. It was a pity the same could not be said for the glass in the sliding doors.
The cleaning robot bumped against his shoe. Atobe stared down at it for a moment and then moved the offending limb out of its way. A brush emerged from the bot’s side and gave his shoe a cursory polish as it passed.
“This is entirely my fault.”
From the sounds (and looks) of it, the doors had malfunctioned. Except the doors weren't supposed to malfunction. Shishido specifically remembered that Jirou had fixed them. Shishido also remembered that Jirou was still upset with Atobe over the whole hyper awake incident a few weeks ago. It didn't take a genius to put the pieces together. But taking this up with Jirou would have to wait for some other time. Right now, there was Atobe to deal with.
"It's not completely your fault," Shishido replied. "You didn't lock the door or tell Tooyama to go all..." he waved a hand around the office. There really weren't words to describe this mess. "However it probably did stem from how you treat people."
Shishido walked further into the mess, taking a moment to fully take it all in. He still couldn't believe just how much damage Tooyama had done in such a short amount of time. "You're a smart guy," Shishido went on. "What would you tell someone else if this had happened to them?"
“That our technical support personnel are dangerously incompetent and should be removed from their positions,” replied Atobe, coolly. “I should have done that weeks ago. Damaging the medical bay or intentionally interfering with medical personnel puts the entire outpost at risk.”
Considering that would mean bad things for one of Shishido's closest friends, that was an idea Shishido couldn't really get behind. Still in the same calm voice, Shishido asked, "and do you have proof that this wasn't some odd malfunction? Or that it was a software issue at all?" Not that anyone would be able to tell at this point thanks to the damage.
With a sigh and a shake of his head, Shishido focused on the more important part of all this. "If your contract is anything like mine, you're going to be here for a few years. Do you really think you'll be able to spend the next few years like this? With people constantly arguing with you over every little thing and making your life as difficult as possible?"
Atobe raised his head to regard Shishido with a look that suggested talk of technical malfunctions came under the same category as magical fairy sandworms. His gaze caught the twisted remains of his desk, still wedged partially through the smashed door panes and his eyes closed.
“I am the senior medic,” he said in response to Shishido’s question. “If this event marks a deteriorating course then it is unlikely we will be troubled with anyone living past Christmas.” His hand moved to his forehead. “Do you have firearms experience?”
"No, I do not have experience with firearms. And even if I did, I would not be joining you in shooting anyone," Shishido replied. He had far too many friends and people he cared about here for him to ever consider that as a possibility.
Leaning against a portion of the desk that looked relatively safe, Shishido focused on the other part of what Atobe had said. "The senior medic that isn't respected by nearly everyone. The medic that people avoid unless there is absolutely no other choice. The one they talk about and not in a good way." With a little shrug, he added, "sounds like an exhausting way to live."
Atobe rubbed his forehead, refusing to look further at the ruined remains of his office. “I was referring to tranquiliser guns. I believe they are used for the sandworms, and so might have stopped Tooyama long enough to try at least one other solution.” As it was, Atobe had not even registered the problem before his desk was being ripped away from his chair and hurled through the glass panelling. He wondered how fast one could be trained to shoot. Then he wondered if he really had been referring to tranquillisers.
He stretched out his hand and lifted the paper cup of tea. It folded in his fingers and part of the hot liquid spilled onto his trousers, causing him to wince in distaste. Was nothing at Yomi capable of performing its job in a satisfactory manner?
“People avoiding the medical bay is not necessarily an issue,” he told Shishido. “I am certain neither of us wish to be plagued by a stream hypochondriacs.” However, he had to grudgingly admit that the reverse was also an issue, turning conditions that could be treated swifty with one of his patented sprays into serious ailments. While a few near-death experiences could liven up the week, it was a waste of a good spray.
On Mars and Earth, there had been a team of first response medics who performed an initial assessment of all patients. Only the most interesting reached Atobe, and they were normally sufficiently sick to care little for bedside manners. But here on Yomi, he was the only general specialist and everyone in medical bay was on the front line. Apparently, the babysitting game needed to be stepped up.
Atobe took a sip of his tea. It was disgusting. Just like what he was about to ask. “What…” he said to Shishido now. “... would you recommend?”
Shishido almost sighed in relief as he heard that question. Finally. It felt like a minor miracle. He hadn't spent a lot of time around Atobe, especially in any sort of non-work related way, but Atobe did remind Shishido of someone he used to know. Getting asked for any sort of help was unheard of. He needed to approach this carefully though.
"A little tact can go a long way," Shishido started. "For example, speaking to them privately about medical concerns rather than posting them for everyone to see." That wouldn't have helped with Tooyama but it just might help Atobe survive everyone else. "I'm actually kind of surprised you haven't been spoken to about that. There's probably some sort of confidentiality clause you may have broken for some people."
The cleaning bot approached Shishido so he leaned more onto the desk, giving the bot room to work. The thing had been working hard over the last few minutes. A good portion of the glass was now cleaned up. "Most the people here aren't actually incompetent," Shishido went on. Most being the key word there. He'd heard some horror stories about his roommate's assistant and then of course there was Tooyama. "They just have different skill sets and don't appreciate being spoken to like they're children."
Atobe made a noise that suggested not being remotely onboard with that last notion. His fingers unclenched from his forehead to give a dismissive flick.
“If I am extracting medical details from trading cards, one can hardly expect the information to be private.”
Then he inhaled and slowly raised his head to give Shishido a look of exasperated irritation. “Fine,” he concurred. “I will attempt…cordiality. But I will start with someone who can actually do his job.”
Mentally scanning the crew roster, Atobe promptly ruled out 60% more people than Shishido. It also needed to be someone to whom a passing attempt at politeness would not result in a slide show of home photographs, or a sob story about a lost one legged hamster back on Earth. Indeed, any show of emotion was undesirable. Surprisingly, that still left several candidates
“I imagine you will tell me conversing with yourself or Yuushi does not count in this new… effort.”
"Not everyone has seen or cares about those cards," Shishido reminded. "But even then, would you be happy if someone called you out specifically to talk about your sex life in front of everyone?" Not that Shishido was even sure if Atobe had a sex life. Not so much because of a lack on Atobe's part but rather a lack of people who would be willing to put up with Atobe.
Thinking about it for a moment, Shishido shrugged. "If it helps you get more comfortable speaking to others, I guess Dr. Oshitari and myself can count. But you should find someone else too."
Someone that could do their job. Someone that didn't have an explosive temper. Someone that didn't already hold a grudge against Atobe. Someone that was competent and could handle themselves but who Shishido also didn't mind if Atobe tried to traumatise them. There weren't many options if Shishido was being honest.
"How about someone like Sanada?" Shishido said after a moment. "You've been able to chat with him on the journals without it turning into an argument." And other than that one really weird moment with Yanagi in their room, the guy seemed to have it together.
“If I had chosen to put my sex life on a trading card, I would hardly wail about the consequences,” Atobe responded dismissively. “Moreover, suggesting routine medical practices related to reproductive organs are somehow more obscene is unhealthy.”
The Chitose woman was overly dramatic, albeit in an impressively fiery manner. The cook however, clearly needed counselling. As a favour to Shishido who had so far been the only person concerning himself with the wreckage of the medical bay, Atobe would try not to suggest it. At least, not this week.
Atobe’s slate gaze narrowed as he attempted to consider the engineer without interference from the word “washboard”. Proficient. Taciturn. Seemingly uninterested in anything not on task. And lacking in unfortunate tattoos that Yuushi would certainly have noted by now. He would do.
“Fine. I will ask the engineer to fix the medical bay,” he said, before catching Shishido’s eye and adding, “tactfully.”
"Speaking to Miyuki privately would have gone over better," Shishido said. "It's one thing to give information in a survey. It's another to then have that information publicly brought up in a humiliating way." Which honestly did say a lot in regards to Miyuki. Literally the first time Shishido had met her, she'd instantly stripped everything on her top half without any sort of shame.
"Generally speaking, if it's in someone's medical file then it's best to have discretion even if there's a decent chance that information might be public knowledge." Shishido stood, stretching a little as he started to survey the damage of the room. "If it helps, I'm not sure if anyone could have handled Tooyama earlier though. Byodoin or maybe Tachibana are probably the only ones."
Bending down, Shishido started picking up some papers on the floor that the cleaning bot hadn't picked up. "First step to having your office fixed is cleaning it up. The bot's already started but it can't handle everything. So unless you want me messing up your organizational system, I suggest you help." Atobe didn't look exceptionally weak so between the two of them, they could probably get the desk back in place and put the file cabinet right side up.
Friendships. And menial labour. The sheer basicness of Yomi broke new boundaries each day. Atobe stood, finished the remains of the tea, flipped the trash can upright and dropped in the soggy paper. His clothes were going to be ruined.
