328/Hospital Delivery

Hospital Delivery
Date of Scene:	22 August 2015
Location:	Mitakihara - Mitakihara General
Synopsis:	Mikoto delivers Hannah's homework! Banter ensues!
Cast of Characters:	Hannah Sharpe, Mikoto Nakajima

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Hannah Sharpe has posed:
Mitakihara General! After a rather painful fight with Runealy, Hannah Sharpe is in the hospital. Again. As far as anyone knows, it was a car accident. The amount of bandaging on the ribs certainly helps the impression. She's laid up, and from the way she flips the channels, extremely bored.

At her side is her loyal companion Boris, the big fluffy husky laid out across her legs, occasionally giving a ruff as a nurse passes. No one's seen fit to get the dog off the bed.

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
%rAnd then there's Mikoto Makajima, classmate and bare acquaintance, who was -also- at said fight. But mostly ignored it in favor of racing Fate for the McGuffin. It's probably lucky for her that she -doesn't- know what landed Hannah in the hospital, especially today of all days. Since she's on her way to visit, after all.

Mikoto's all dressed up in her school uniform, blazer buttoned and tie tied, wouldn't do to look unkempt in public, after all. Not when she's talking her way past the nurses to get herself into Hannah's room. In the end, accomplishing that requires a display of her student ID and a call to the school to verify with the teacher. Someone at this hospital definitely doesn't want Hannah bothered by anyone with less than her best interests in mind.

Eventually, however, stubbornness and honest good intentions carry Mikoto to her classmate's door. Politely, she knocks.

Hannah Sharpe has posed:
WOOF! Hannah winces, coming back from her half-sleep thanks to Boris.

"No! Bad Boris, no barking!" An ear gets tweaked, and then there's a ruff.

"Come in! Who is it?" She asks of the mysterious knocker.

"If that's you Sakura-san, then skip the bandages again, I am fine!" She adds. Clearly expecting a nurse! There's a few get well cards on her desk though beside her. She sits up a little bit, 'peering' out.

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
"No, sorry, not Sakura-san. Just me." The door is pushed open, revealing the new girl from your class - Mikoto, of course. Briefcase in one hand, takeout bag in the other, she sets both down on the table by the door.

"Good afternoon, Sharpe-san," she says, introducing herself: "Mikoto Nakajima. In case I've been so forgettable after a week of classes, that is."

Hannah Sharpe has posed:
Hannah tilts her head, ponders, and then finally remembers a lunch period from some time ago upon the ever-popular rooftop amongst veteran Infinity STudents.

"/Oh/! Nakajima-san, how are you? Keeping the kendo club in line? You /sure/ you would not rather join the best club in Infinity, the kickboxing club!?" It's probably the third time she's heard this little spiel. Then Hannah wince, rubbing her ribs.

"...Okay, I will save the pitch for later. Boris, say hello!" Boris leaps off the bed, pads over, and then brushes his head against Mikoto's leg! Woof! Wag wag wag tail!

"What brings you here? ...Is that food I smell?" Griiiiiiin.

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
Mikoto flashes one of her frequent smiles, not quite showing teeth, as she flicks open the catches on her old-fashioned leather briefcase. "The kendo club does not need me to 'keep them in line', unfortunately. They suffer from a deplorable lack of imagination when it comes to activities outside the dojo." She slides out a plain manila file folder from the bag, then sets it down to reach over and apply scritches to Boris' ears.

"Chidori-san decided that she was too busy keeping Sagara-san 'in line', so required a deputy to deliver your assignments for the week. I've enclosed a copy of my own notes from class as well, for your reference."

Hannah Sharpe has posed:
A hand reaches out, and feels the folder, and she chuckles. "Curses, I must subsist off of hospital food! Still, thanks! Can't afford to fall behind!" She doesn't immediately open it. She'll use her computer later.

"Oh come on, activities are not hard at all! A bake sale, a few competitions, a dance...not hard, really! Oh well, comes with an obsession with little sticks!" A wink here as she teases Mikoto.

"That sounds like him! How /is/ Chidori-san anyway? I swear that girl is going to get grey hairs before she's twenty."

Boris seems content, once again back on the bed.

"Sit down. Are you settling into Infinity well? Heh, thanks for the notes.

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
Mikoto smooths her skirt and settles into the guest chair, the takeout bag still in hand as she pulls it away from Boris. "One cannot, at least, doubt their dedication to their chosen Art. Even if it -does- become somewhat mindless at times."

She considers the dog for a moment, then looks back to Hannah. "Chidori-san is ... somewhat harried, as usual. Part of me suspects she is attempting to emulate her father's diplomatic career before she finishes school, so that she may immediately move on to electoral office thereafter."

And then she finally opens the bag. "If anyone asks, this was for the dog." A couple of takoyaki, a simple sushi roll, and some dango. Not a bad little snack.

Hannah Sharpe has posed:
"We /do/ need more enthusiasm! Apathy is killer, you know?" She shakes her head sadly. Too many languishing in clubs like the chess club these days!

She shifts, turns over, and lays her head on an elbow and a pillow.

"That's no good! She should be her own woman. I mean, wanting to be /like/ him is one thing, but trying to follow his footsteps that closely and so soon? Oh well, what can you do? People will follow their dreams."

A shrug.

There's food, it's grabbed, and chopsticks launch food to mouth with indecent haste. She's /starving/!

"You are a lady and a scholar! Mmm, delicious!" Nomf nomf nomf!

"So what are you planning to do when you graduate?" She asks randomly amidst eating.

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
Mikoto crosses her legs, primly, and opens her own packet of food, getting a piece of sushi down before replying. "Indeed, and what is life worth, without dreams of better?" She flashes another of her little smiles. "She will do what she will do. And I am confident that Sagara-san will not allow her to remain ... complacent."

"My own plans are somewhat larger in scope," she confides, before taking another bite of sushi. Chewing thoughtfully, she reaches back into the bag and produces two small cans of soda, offering one to you.

"There's an old saying that I'm fond of. 'The meek shall inherit the Earth. The rest of us have bigger plans.'"

Hannah Sharpe has posed:
Hannah raises a fist. "Darn right! Move forward or die!" The offered soda is grabbed by Boris, who helpfully takes it over. Smart dog!

Siiip.

"Really? What, going to become the president of Japan or something? Take over, become the new Emperor?" Comes Hannah, throwing out ridiculous ideas.

"Maybe open up a sushi shop! Me? /I/ am going to become a world famous kickboxing champion! Who needs eyes to go all the way to the top, right!?" She thumps her chest. Wince. Ow. Bad idea.

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
"Well, do you think the sushi is shop quality?" Mikoto asks. It -does- look home-made, nice and simple with some tempura shrimp and a bit of cucumber wrapped in rice and nori. "Running a country is too much like -work-. I just finished a six-month Federation and Empire campaign, and the amount of data you have to keep track of... well, I'd offer a prayer of thanks for whoever invented computerized spreadsheets, if I knew whose name to put it in."

"Careful there," she adds, noting the wince. "Hard to do that kind of fighting with - what, fractured ribs, I heard?" She nods to herself. "Not fun."

Hannah Sharpe has posed:
"Not sure! Here, let me try another!" Then she's making wild, reaching stabs for Mikoto's own! Yoink!

Nom! "Yup. Definitely good for a restaurant."

"Heh, yeah, I would hate to do some of my accounting homework without a spreadsheet, ugh! That some kind of computer game?"

She's now imagining Mikoto as an RTS nerd. It may well be accurate.

"So you want to be a conquering warrior? Like Nobunaga or General Patton?"

"Yup. Jerk in a pickup truck! Blew a red light just as I walked out. Thank God Boris got out of the way!" Cue rubbed doggie ears!

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
"Oi, hey!" she calls, light-hearted, not at all offended as you steal her sushi. It -is- pretty good, isn't it?

"No, a board-game, actually. Based on Star Trek, of all things. We were refighting a Klingon invasion of the Federation... it's sort of this grand strategic thing, with thousands of little tokens for all the ships and bases ad such." Nerrrrd. -Not- an RTS nerd, however.

"It's got its appeal, I'd say. Problem with conquering is that you need a good administrator to run things once you've conquered them. Someone you'll actually listen to when it comes time to do the budget and such."

"How long do they say you'll be laid up for?"

Hannah Sharpe has posed:
"And thus did we bean-counters rule the world!" Comes Hannah, smirking.

"I guess that's why governments exist. Need our warriors, accountants, armchair generals and athletics nuts! Huh. Maybe I should try that some time. Sounds fun!" She'll try anything once, Hannah.

"Oh, just for today. Doc said as long as I take it easy, I can go home. Thank goodness, I hate hospitals!" She smiles here, clearly excited.

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
"They don't already?" Mikoto returns. Bean-counters. Everybody hates 'em.

"That does seem to be the general idea. I suppose it must come as a major disappointment to some people with military ambitions, though. They haven't even got the colonel of an idea of what it really takes to run a country." Okay, enough puns. "I'd be glad to help you get started on a few lighter games. That one's a bit of a monster to take on without prep."

"Glad to hear it, some of the others at school were worried about you. That Kururugi lad from two-eff kept coming by to ask about you - hiding a boyfriend on us, are you?"

Hannah Sharpe has posed:
Wince. Hannah shakes her head. Facepalm.

"Mikoto-san, that was /terrible/!" She admonishes! She chucks a balled up napkin wildly at the other girl in retaliation!

"Great! Maybe StarPeon 2, or something!" She giggles a bit, clearly excited about the whole thing.

"Ugh, please, no mentioning him. He has asked me out /eight times/. He cannot take no for an answer! A little creepy if you ask me. Photography types always are! He is responsible for /half/ the confessions I get in my locker!"

"Though I bet you get a ton more than me!"

Mikoto Nakajima has posed:
"Ah, so you were terrified of me? Excellent." She snatches the napkin out of the air -- ooh, good reflexes there -- and lays it on the table with the rest of the meal's detritus.

"Hmmm, I was thinking something like Memoir. You can manage things like cards and dice, yes?"

A nod, as if a mental tickbox was being checked off. Maybe one is. "I will keep it in mind. And assure him that the doctors have forbidden visitation to all but family members." She considers for a moment, then adds, "I wouldn't know anymore. I sealed off my locker with a rubber gasket and some duct tape on my third day at Infinity."

Hannah Sharpe has posed:
Both hands go up!

"Shaking in my socks in terror!" A laugh here.

"Ooh, sounds fun! Yeah, I can do that." She nods, self confident as ever. Helps when your dog can telepathically communicate with you.

"Mikoto-chan, when I no longer feel my ribs exploding in my chest, I am going to hug you and buy you lunch. ...a gasket and duct tape? I like it." Cue /ideas/! she's grinning again.

Then a nurse pops her head in.

"Excuse me! Hannah-chan? Time for another scan." Hannah sighs.

"Come on, Miko. Help me to the examination room, would you?" There's an elbow offered! Boris will follow along as well!