Characters: Drössel, open to all students Setting: School, 10am Previous Threads: -Sick Bird- Plot Summary: Princess Drössel learns more about her younger subjects by participating in their yearly medical check up at school.
"Now students. Please calm down!" The teacher clapped her hands together to draw attention to herself. She added a fierce glare to the more unruly kids in the back of the class. "I have sad and exciting news to announce." Teacher Anne's voice trembled slightly. She wasn't exactly sure how the class would react. The annual medical checkup had never been a very popular day on the school calendar. "Unfortunately, doctor Shwarma is sick today." The reaction from the class was muted. Then, slowly, realization dawned on a few of the student's faces. Teacher Anne paused. Her special sense was telling her to patiently wait out the question. Eventually, sharp Alina from the middle row raised her hand in a slow, careful manner. The grown-up waited a little longer for the girl's hand to become steady, pretending to ignore it in the mean time. Then she turned her head around. Eyes connecting with her pupil's, she said, "Yes Alina?"
The girl blurted out the question. "Doesthatmean..themedical...is cancelled?"The medical. A shiver ran through the class as even the last few students realized what day it was today. It was followed by confused whispering as students discussed what would happen today. After all, medical checkup day was a huge logistic nightmare, having to run each student individually through a battery of tests before their one-on-one session with doctor Shwarma. Teacher Anne did not look forward to the rescheduling nightmare that could ensue.
"Thanks for asking that very good question, Alina." The girl stood her high for a moment, before retreating from the spotlight. "Fortunately not. I am pleased to announce that we have found a replacement." A sigh of disappointment swept through the classroom. Anne didn't leave it time to settle in. "But not any replacement! A medical robot will be replacing doctor Shwarma this year."
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Inside the school infirmary, Drössel was sitting in a very comfortable arm chair. It was so soft that her heavy metallic body seemed to sink right through it like quicksand. On the other side of the chair, the door stood wide open. Drössel had given up on the whole knocking routine. It just led to confusion as she couldn't tell her patients to come inside.
At Shwarma's name, a certain ginger in the back row of a senior class--getting the same announcement as Tate's lower grade--choked on his.
Harper really shouldn't have been eating in class, anyway.
Dilettevole however, three floors away, was all rapt attention and eyes-shining; a medical robot! He was a pretty recent transfer to Kingston, so he hadn't had the displeasure of the check-up day, but today was going to turn out super-cool! He'd have to take lots of notes to see if Ma thought the Family could benefit from either reverse-engineering, or flat-out swiping up this 'bot in the middle of the night.
The fascinated freshman sure thought they could.
He waited to be ushered along the hallways, now ranging amongst his peers between trepidation and excited chatter. Just what was this medical robot like?
Rose Wilson, packed in with Tate and the rest of her classmates, didn't look terribly worried about the idea of getting a physical from a robot...or anyone really. It wasn't like she was afraid of robots. Her father had an entire army of them at his command. Or he had, anyway, before the Titans had murdered him. Thinking of her parents, and how they were dead, put the girl in something of a foul mood. So, by the time they were being herded like cattle down the halls she was already so done with all of this.
The white haired girl rolled her eyes and shoved the boy in front of her who she'd decided was lagging. "Move it," she ordered. "Or Doc Bot giving you a shot is gunna be the least of your worries." Despite the lack of tact she was definitely her father's daughter. The glare was pure Wilson. That glare then turned onto Tate. "Hey, New Kid," the class bully said as she stalked over, mistaking the shine of excitement in his eyes for tears. Her words dripped condescension. "You gunna cry like a big baby? 'fraid of robots?"
Meanwhile, still with his own class, Dick Grayson was trying to come up with a way to avoid the medical checkup. It didn't take him long to deduce that the robot was probably the same one that he had run into before. He didn't like the idea of the robot being able to take his school samples, and correlate them to his samples as Robin, but it wasn't like he could fake sick to get out of a medical checkup. Maybe next class he could ask Speedy to help him come up with some sort of a distraction so he could slip away.
Nobody is showing up. Oblivious to the general reputation of checkup day, Drössel just sat in her chair, waiting for the first student to come in. On her left, a piece of paper listed the students to show up in the infirmary. Glancing over, then checking the clock on the other end of the room, Drössel ended up shaking her head. With a quick push, the robot ejected from the too-soft seat. Grabbing the list on her way, Drössel made her way towards the door. The first patient was barely five minutes late, but already the medic felt an itch. Her primary core was clear. She needed to make sure all these little humans were healthy.
Turning around the door, the robot stopped. There they are! Surprisingly, her young subjects had been hiding extremely close. All in a tidy line. Tidy was an optimistic assessment. The students exhibited a volatile mix of excitement and fear. Some were already causing trouble. Drössel noted the presence of a particular female human. She sported long, white hair. Unusual for her age. Drössel would investigate that. But there was an order to be followed. Looking down at her list, Drössel quickly understood that it was alphabetical. The first patient was Aaron Alf. When the little robot looked up from her piece of paper, her head fell. The first person in line was a girl. Definitely not Aaron.
Talking to crowds of over-excited kids was not in her core programming.
Thankfully, neither was following protocol. Helping humans in distress was. Dropping her list, Drössel bounded forward. She closed the gap between herself and the silver-haired girl within a second or two.
@{Human girl} Please remain calm. You will be next.
The robot then turned around the the poor victim of her behavior. Her eyes briefly switched to orange. Hormonal mix does not compute. The boy seemed... excited? Drössel decided to take that as a compliment and engaged in communication.
@{Human boy} Hi! I am Drössel. What is your name?
The little robot extended one hand towards the human. The other one stretched backwards towards the infirmary.
@{Boy #1} You are my first subject. Please follow me inside.
The robot didn't wait for a response, and immediately started walking back.
"Mi scusi," came the mob-son's flustered reply, dipping his head to the annoyed looking girls he'd fallen into in front of him, as his foot phased a good foot through the floor-tile. It was a good thing no one had been watching--
"--What's wrong, Carter?" a girl behind Tate asked her friend. The boy's jaw nearly hit the ground, and he was rubbing his eyes. "Don't..think I know, Beth. Maybe it's a good thing it's medical checkup day.." the boy muttered back, shaking his head slowly. He didn't just see that.
Differing levels of knowledge about his background held different reactions amongst the small percentile of the student body (or their wealthier/more crooked families) that knew anything about his Family, but no one at school knew about Tate's powers.
Tetum had felt Rose (through the amazing domino-effect she'd had on the people behind him, until him), before his peripherals could kick in. That couldn't be natural. Sure, she was just shoving her weight around, but something about the way she moved (like a blur wut!) sent him some red flags. Or at least the orange kind, that linked her personality, along with that unmistakable white hair, to that pesky, persistent, and raucously-brute rogue mask calling herself 'Ravager'.
He wouldn't be a very good intelligence asset to his mother if he couldn't at least put these two together.
Then again, in the freshman class alone there were at least 20 white-blondes, and 8 of those weren't natural, either. Then, there were the 12 girls and guys with straight up white-hair. Had Wilson started a trend, or did she have a gang? A closer reading of her earlier threat, though, and it sounded more like she was just being impatient, not out to get anyone in particular.
"Th-that's not it at all..she said medical robot! Which is awesome!" Until he had Rose's undivided attention. Her sudden zeroing-in on him made his face flush with something other than excitement, and his eyes flew to his shoelaces amidst stuttering.
"You don't think so?" But, whatever feelings Rose had towards their examiner of the afternoon could be overheard now, since the queue had made its way to the exam-room, and there was the hot topic of conversation itself. Meant to be female in shape, stature, and even the vocal features, as far as he could tell. When it shot forward at Rose, he didn't make a very good case for not being scared, crouching immediately and raising his arms over his face some. Boy, this thing sure was quick! He was glad he wasn't closer to the backwall; might've just flown outside and fallen to his probably premature death if he'd decided to leap back, too.
"--! H-Hullo!" Although he didn't hear Drössel address Rose first, when it was once again, Tate's turn, his face lit up with glee, and bright gaze lifted back.
"I'm Tate! It's a real pleasure to make your a--ah? Ah..." He went to shake her hand rather vigorously, but within a second-and-a-half or so 'she' had vacated his immediate area, vanishing behind the open door and wall. Tate simply followed her into the room, now standing shyly with his hands behind his back, as if waiting to be asked to be seated. Or maybe, for 'her' to sit first.
Roy finally choked down the rest of his premature lunch, flashing a V-sign at his fretful, yet fearless leader, to the chagrin of their informer about the checkup details, but to the delight of a half-dozen of their classmates. Laughing under their breath, of course; Harper was summarily handed out a detention of disrupting class, and none were keen on following suite.
Not before rather stealthily rubberband-slingshotting a note right into Dick's blazer lapel, though.
'Lookin' a lil green, Chief. And that's telling coming from me, considering lunch, here. What's up?'
Robots? Even medical ones? Didn't seem to alter Roy's course, much less interest him the same way it was the other two, dark-haired students this thread's authors were playing.
Rose rolled her eyes at Tate's response, obviously not feeling as excited about medical robots, and even less impressed that the boy was now a stuttering mess. She was a bully, and one of the most notorious in her grade, but it was also really easy to make her lose interest. Like a cat, she tended to go for things that moved.
"Not as cool as battle bots," the white haired girl decided. It was her only remotely academic after school activity. "Maybe if we're lucky it will explode and we'll get the rest of the day off," the Wilson girl added with a devilish glint to her eyes that seemed like perhaps she was planning just that. It was a good thing she didn't voice any evil plans because the robot was already there and telling her to calm down.
The girl made a huffing noise, rolling her eyes again, and watched as it singled out Tate. That was when she realized the weird thing didn't talk out loud. Weird. She didn't bother to think much more of it though, as she waved sardonically at her classmate being led away by the robot. "Have fun with your new robot overlord!" Rose called after the boy.
Dick didn't so much as flinch when the note hit him. He kept his eyes on his assignment and waited until the class was distracted with a problem on the board before he opened the note Speedy had shot at him. The Boy Wonder scanned it, shoved it in the inside pocket of his lapel, and didn't look back at Speedy as he signed telephone under his chair. If the other Titan didn't understand yet, he would soon enough.
After a few moments Dick quietly asked the teacher if he could be excused to the restroom. Hall pass in hand he slipped into the hallway and straightened now that he was no longer in view of his classmates who expected him to be the wimpy millionaire brat from the circus. His first stop was, as he'd said, the restroom. He pulled out his communicator and called the front desk, telling the secretary that there'd been an accident in the gymnasium involving her daughter. Slightly underhanded, perhaps, but he needed her clear of the office when he got there.
It was empty when he got there. The principle's door was closed, and the vice principle would be down by the clinic helping the robot. Dick grabbed the phone, calling the classroom he'd just left, and asked for a certain Roy Harper to come to the principle's office. Their teacher, who loved handing out detention slips, would probably be happy to oblige.
While he waited for his teammate Robin used the secretary's log-in, which was stupidly taped to the bottom of her computer, to see if he could get into the records. The best option, because HIPPA could not be trusted, was to pull his teammate's files so they wouldn't be on the robot's list. Provided no one caught him before he managed that. He wasn't paranoid. He'd swear he wasn't.
TAG: Empathy & Kenni - hahaha sorry Emp I turned your checkups into a mini covert operation. xD
On her way back into the infirmary, Drössel picked up the dropped list. She then disappeared into the room while her first patient lagged behind. When the boy who introduced himself as "Tate" entered, Drössel was still standing in the middle of the room, her head seemingly buried in the student list. Her eyes read the long string of names multiple times. Her head turned around to send the message.
@{Student Tate?} I cannot seem to find your name on my list.
Drössel eyes cycled through a range of colors. Without the list to tell her what tests to perform on the student, she just reverted to her own standard check-up routine. Blue eyes turned white, yellow, orange and red in quick succession. At some point, the robot tilted her head and switched over to orange again, where she could track a number of chemical and hormonal compounds in the human's body.
@{Student Tate?} Maybe you are using a pseudonym or shortened name? My full title is Princess Drössel von Flügel, fifth model, caretaker of humanity and ambassador to the empathic core of the AI consortium of Metropolis.
The name was a mouthful. But thankfully, Drössel didn't have a tongue to twist. Realizing this may cause some confusion, she added.
@{Student Tate?} Oh, and I send telepathic messages. I treat our current conversation as strictly confidential. I will not report to the school anything unless you agree to it or it is a life-threatening condition.
In which case she would probably be too busy trying to heal the boy to report anything to anyone. The robot moved forward to touch the boy's wrist. She wasn't measuring his pulse, being able to read that off directly from her other sensors. Instead, the robot committed to memory the young man's DNA. She had forgotten to do it earlier.
@{Student Tate?} Do you have any concerns you would like me to address? Any recurring ailment, physical activity bothering you?
The little robot was much closer this time. Her face moved forward, eyes glowing orange again as she tried to read the human's response.
@{Student Tate?} Or any person... giving you trouble?
The human's face was now glowing a warm orange from the reflected light of Drössel's eyes.
“Right! Mi scusi. I go by Tate, but I’m actually ‘Quintus Tetum Dilettevole’.” He didn’t dislike his name, but it was certainly a mouthful, if not a touch old-fashioned.
Rose’s send-off had been me with an eye-roll, which she thankfully missed seeing as his back had been to her upon entering the examination room for his session. However, when the she-bot introduced herself, the freshman’s widened eyes took on a new rolling best described as spinning. All those titles, airs and a princess at that! Of what, he wondered, while simultaneously wondering if she could read minds.
“If I’m hearing basically..your thoughts, then, can you hear mine?” And asking as much. How fascinating!
The questioning was turned around to what he wanted to know for a spell. “Where in the world did you come from, er..Your Highness? Are you the latest from *the* Wayne Enterprises technological division, I wonder..? Or perhaps Star Labs..” Then again..
“..or are you even from Earth?” But Drössel’s questions were more pressing in the sense that there were other students to get through today. Remembering his manners, he pulled his examiner up a chair, wondering if it made a difference or not if ‘she’ sat or not, then neatly arranging himself on his own seat across from her, hands folded in his lap.
“Great. I’m doing well, there really isn’t anything to be concerned a--!” Until this otherworldly so-called princess was literally pressing his hand. Wrist, that was. Which zoomed up and out of her reach instintively. The boy’s cheeks flared, warm glow of orange becoming red-orange. What was that for? In fact, where was all the medical equipment school nurses and the like usually had out at such occasions as these..? HIs eyes had had their turn, now it was his mind whirring. He took an educated guess amidst his fluster.
“Are..a-are you like Baymax? A self-contained medical ‘bot?” Why did it have to get so close, if it was so self-contained? Then again, it was clearly built to be rather relational, even taking the familiar form of a human being, perhaps to put its ‘patients’ at ease? Somehow, that wasn’t doing a whole lot for this particular patient’s ease.
When the subject of Rose Wilson possible bullying came up, he gave a nervous little laugh and pushed his rolly-chair back a few paces, face settling back into a less rosy-glow. As long as he kept to himself, most of the time, the plethora of bullies paid him little heed, especially that quite boisterous classmate of his waiting her turn outside.
“There’s no trouble at all! I’ve learned to deal.” And if bad came to worst, Tate was really good at hide-and-seek thanks to his enhanced physiology; a very important fact that loomed somewhere in his subconscious that he would have done well to bring forward, and see just how much this medical examiner of theirs had found out about him in the short time she’d likely already begun the medical examination.
“Besides, you've heard the saying: when there’s trouble, we all know who to call, already,” mused Tate. Surely, alien tech or not, Drössel had heard the tagline of the most famous teen super-group in the United States and abroad.
OoC; x’D! Silvo, I’ll get Roy’s reply up ASAP ahha poor jittery Robbers. The slightest touch and Drössel will know far too much. Also, sorry idtook all month..I'mma try to get back to once-a-week replying, sigh. -flops on all- u.u~ |
The Chief had a way of taking things far too seriously.
Schoolwork. Secret identities.
Harper could benefit from learning from Grayson’s example since he wasn’t doing much learning in the classroom anyway on a good day, because in a lot of ways, the identity part was at least more important to him than the schoolwork.
“What if I had a question~? This slip says to report to detention at lunch. You people are seriously sabotaging my learning environment here.” When he was suddenly being told to head to the principal’s, it came as no surprise, but found the gregarious ginger grinning all the way out of the boring lecture, if not in a puzzled manner. What hi-jinx had he gotten into again to warrant such an early trip..?
"I might not be back, so don't miss me too much~." As he blew an outrageous kiss at their teacher over his shoulder and entered the hallway, Roy’s friend’s earlier signaling clicked, and all puzzlement left his unmasked expression.
He was at the office without much of the trudgery that most others at Kingston made their way down, and pleasantly found the room unoccupied save a very stern-looking sit-in..
“..Ms. Mayweather’s new intern, I presume?” What Grayson was doing made sense; as carefree as Harper was, he realized the implications of their true identities being on file with some unknown new AI apparatus hackable and reporting to who-knew-who, and they warranted care alright.
“If you’re looking to score some points with your new boss, liberating students from their studies may be short of the mark.” Roy followed along with Dick’s deft on-screen machinations, his chin resting in folded arms over the top of the swivel-chair the school-setting Titan’s boss was setting to work in.
“What’s our contingency plan once Mayweather catches on and hightails it back here? Although it looks like you’re nearly done.”
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