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Dayshift 20: Dr. Washu's Office [Doctor Office 5]

For Doctor Hakubi Washu, it was like Christmas had just come early, especially delivered by Santa Claus himself. She'd leaped at the chance to use her knowledge for good- well, at least kinda-sorta good?- and more importantly to advance her brilliant new theorem. All she needed were the minds for study, and it just so happened that the Institute had plenty of such minds for the studying, and plenty was being offered for her to do so.

Wasn't capitalism such a wonderful thing?

Thoroughly in her element, Washu had pored through the patient files and gotten everything ready, even managing to add a little 'flair' to her office. Several unidentifiable but quite flashy machines were on her desk, sharing the space with a small bowl of sweets, and the standard-issue padded couch had been 'modified' while she was at it.

She couldn't quite hide her glee as she clapped her hands together and grinned when she heard the intercom. Any moment now, aaaaany moment...

((OOC: For ~~Ichigo~~, ~~Tamaki~~, ~~Darman, Fayt~~, Nigredo, ~~Takaya~~, ~~Yazoo~~, and ~~Zoe~~.))

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"Bit of both," Darman said without hesitation. He cracked his best-behavior smile, a grin he'd seen on his trainer Kal Skirata before the man started launching into lecture about where to stab a wet to drop him permanently.

It usually involved singling out one of the clones under his command and spending the next few minutes holding his big knife all over his body as he used him as an example. It hadn't been uncommon for the singled-out clone to come back several bleeding gashes, yet he'd always been smiling to have been right up there with Kal'buir - Father Kal.

"I've made a lot of friends since I got here," Darman went on. "You seem okay, a lot less stiff than the other staff, so I'd be lying to say I didn't like you."

"Eh, once you get to a certain point, you realize that being stiff just doesn't do anything. Informality! The free flow of ideas! That's how science is supposed to be done! So I hope that we'll keep things amiable, mm?"

She nodded definitively, leaning forward again when she heard that other part. Friends? Wasn't that part of his problem? Huh, she'd have to check and make sure the files matched her memory. "Glad to hear that you're making friends, too. Seems like they've done a good job of loosening you up, too."

Washu said that teasing, having known that previous patient reports said that there had been some problems with this guy. He seemed nice enough... but then there was what he had been brought in for...

Washu wasn't like any scientist he'd ever known. The Kaminoan cloners would probably have heart attacks if they met her, especially with all this ridiculous spouting of "free ideas" and "informality".

"I guess," Darman said, not agreeing at all. The idea of a scientist who thought that you actually got things done by informality was almost frighting. "Will I have you as my therapist in the future?"

"Yep! You're stuck with me for awhile, kiddo; hope you don't mind." Ooh, a skeptic? She'd convert him to the wonders of science yet, to her own vision of that wonder!

"What's that?" Darman said, pointing to one of the devices on the desk. It looked reasonably advanced, which gave him hope yet. That and she seemed to like talking, which was fine so long as she didn't expect much of the same from him. He'd rather find out more about the staff here than try to keep up with the lies.

"Mm, this?" Washu picked up the device, the thing looking like a combination of a flashlight meant to check eyes and a recording device. "Neural Transceiver, another one of my brilliant ideas."

She grinned at the man, waiting for him to ask the obvious question. C'mon, a genius had to be fed the proper lines~!

Darman eyed the neural transceiver dubiously. It looked like it could fit in one's palm, but there were buttons and lights that he couldn't figure out the purpose of, if any. It seemed garish, more concerned with looks than efficiency.

Realizing he was supposed to ask about it, the clone did as expected.

"So what does it do?"

"A very good question, and I'm glad you asked!" Washu beamed as though she had won the lottery- which she had once, thanks to the Washu Super-Odds Calculator- and gestured to the flashy piece of equipment with a wide grin. "Simply put, some people can't communicate the same way we can. Voice boxes destroyed, a stroke paralyzing them, whatever. But they can still think, and if they can think, then it's my job to make sure they can communicate! That's why I invented this little beauty."

She extended two probes from the main contraption, and put them to her own temples- having to brush through quite a bit of hair to do so- to show where it belonged. "The Transceiver can be connected to any computer, and it lets the person write or draw or whatever, just as they're thinking about it. Brilliant, isn't it? Revolutionizes medical therapy, doesn't it?"

She was stating all of that as though it was obvious, and equally obvious that the only proper response was 'Of course Doctor Washu, you are such a genius.'

...hey, it wasn't narcissism if it was the truth.

Darman looked interested. And for once he wasn't faking it: if this neural transceiver could connect to a computer, than it stood to reason that the computer held potentially valuable information. It sounded like something incredibly useful for a little rough interrogations: break a few valuable bones of the victim and while they might not say anything outloud, they could be thinking it.

Darman would have to make special note of where Washu's office was for when night shift came around.

"That's impressive," Darman said earnestly. "I've never heard of such a thing, Doctor Washu."

"Of course not, I invented it! There's no obstacle a little genius can't solve!" She grinned, glad to finally have a receptive audience! A genius always loved appreciation!

...and now she had entirely forgotten the reason that they were in this therapy session in the first place. Bigger ideas were in her mind, after all!

Darman was quite surprised with himself, unaware that he could be this persuasive without even knowing about it. If he didn't know better, Washu had completely forgotten what the clone was here for - an advantage Darman pressed the moment he realized it was there. He leaned forward, composing an astonished look on his face and relieved that none of his other clone brothers were here to see him act like a worthlessly soft civvie.

"Amazing!" Darman said, wide-eyed. "You invented it yourself? What else have you invented?"

He glanced pointedly toward the other items on her desk, viewing them now with much more interest than he had before.

"No no no, genius like mine can only be handled in small doses, young man~!" She tsk'd and waved her finger at him, winking to prove the point.

"I couldn't possibly be convinced to share my secrets, what would the other doctors say? Why, it's practically unprofessional, talking about such things! Well... I might be able to bend the rules, just a little. I'll explain one more, but you have to do something else first."

A long, long pause, before she beamed at the clone. "You gotta call me 'Li'l Washu', okay~?"

"I will," Darman promised; it was a small price to pay, if it could even be called that. "Lil' Washu, I know we probably don't have a lot of time left, but I'd like to hear more about your inventions - they just look so interesting!"

...wow, he was good! Washu hadn't had a person react like that in a long time, and it definitely got Darman on her good side. The only question was what to show him, with how little time they had remaining. Mm mm mm...

...ah!

With a broad grin, she dashed between the filing cabinets, and retrieved what looked like an oversized swiss army knife. "Behold! The Washu Ever-Prepared Boy Scout Weather Protector! Comes with umbrella, snow shovel, poncho, dry ice dispenser, and even a fire-starter! Nifty, isn't it? Never be caught without what you need again!"

Sad to say, when she offered it to Darman, she looked so much like a child that was turning in a fingerpainting and demanding both praise and coddling. Ah, the dangers of Washu's genius!

Darman had no idea what a boy scout, umbrella, or dry ice depensor was, but he understood what a poncho, shovel and fire-starter was. Darman held out a hand, not to immediately hold it (he wasn't that crazy to hold something he didn't immediately know how to use), but to indicate she should show him how it works.

"It's got so many uses," said Darman. "So how does it work?"

"Another brilliant question~!" Washu grinned widely, and flipped a switch- which was almost perfectly concealed in the handle- to the front, causing a full-sized umbrella to spring out and unfold.

"Who says opening up an umbrella indoors is bad luck, huh? With this switch, you just thumb it to what you need, and the Washu Ever-Prepared Boy Scout Weather Protector does the rest! It was so simple that I'm surprised no one ever invented it before!"

Oh ho ho, she was such a genius~!

Darman had no idea what the purpose of the umbrella was; it looked pretty flimsy, although the metal spines could probably be useful if the flimsi covering was used. It also didn't look like it should even fit in the hand-held device, but fit it did, which seemed to indicate some kind of technology that wasn't familiar from his flash instruction.

"How does it fit in there?" Darman leaned forward, looking it up and down. "There's nothing dangerous about it, is there?"

"All science is dangerous in the wrong hands," Washu triumphantly exclaimed, fully into the swing of things now. "That's why I don't show my experiments to just anyone! Just imagine what would happen if someone nabbed this; terrible things could happen!"

She actually hopped up onto her desk, pointing her finger down at Darman. "You! You must promise never to tell anyone what I'm about to tell you! And my Washu Veritudinal Recorder is on, so I'll know if you break it!" ...granted, said Recorder was in the testing phase, and she wasn't sure if it would even work or not, but why not give it a test?

Darman was thoroughly startled when the doctor leapt onto the desk - he was trained for a great deal of things from his creation, but somehow the image of a short, pink-haired woman hopping on a desk simply wasn't one of them. He was torn between freezing instinctively or hauling her off as it registered that she now had the high ground, leaving him in a disadvantage from his sitting position.

The clone held out his hands. "I promise!" he motioned for her to get down, having to force his concern. "Lil' Washu, please get down, you're making me nervous you'll fall."

Not that he'd be sorry if she broke her neck, but Darman wouldn't know how to operate the other devices in the room if she didn't tell him.

"Hm hm hm..." The woman tsked Darman, shaking her head as she leaped down on the other side of the desk, landing with a surprising amount of grace for a scientist and taking a bow. "A genius like me never falls! I'd be a disgrace to the Academy if I took something so insignificant as a tumble! The very notion is absurd!"

She nodded definitively, the subject very obviously closed.

"As for how it works? Well, it's quite the ingenious device, if I do say so myself. 'Lil' Washu, it's impossible! There's no way so much stuff can fit into one space!' I hear it all the time, but it only proves the small-mindedness of some people; where normalcy sees problems, genius sees opportunities! So I simply-"

It was about that moment that a nurse peeked in with a cheerful smile, reminding Washu that, oh yeah, she was supposed to be in therapy and Darman was a patient. Well shoot, that was no fun. "Gah, time's up. I'll tell you next time if you remember to ask, okay? Thank you very much," she added with a louder tone, for the nurse's benefit, "I think we made some real progress. We'll have you sane in no time!"

And with that, she turned to sit back in her own desk, and the nurse went to nab Darman. The ~~Ego-Stroking Session~~ therapy would have to wait until next time.

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