2025-12-10: Miracle Cleaning Experiment
- Log: Miracle Cleaning Experiment
- Cast: Myunghon Yeo, So-young Park, Tae Takemi
- Where: Hirasaka Ward, Cardoard Dragon
- OOC Date: December 10, 2025
- IC Date: August 23, 2012
- Summary: So-young alights on the Cardboard Dragon while Myunghon is in the middle of unadvised experiments with bleach. She calls Tae Takemi in short order.
- Content Warnings: Suicide attempt, suicidal ideation
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
It's a late Thursday evening by the time So-young comes to the Cardboard Dragon, and for once she finds the shop... entirely empty? And yet unlocked. Myunghon's belongings are still scattered around all over the living room. Laptop, coat... it's like they just stepped out suddenly for a moment. At least, that seems to be the first reasonable assumption -- but if So-young ends up calling, Myunghon's weak voice comes from...
The bathroom?
"Oh... nuna, is that you?" they call out slowly.
Something reeks terribly badly -- of bleach, even from the other end. There's a weird RIPPING sound -- is that... tape? that goes on for a bit, and it takes minutes before the sounds stop.
"Um... step away a bit, nuna."
Myunghon opens the door, and the stench gets even worse as they tumble on out, wearing only an unbuttoned white shirt with their bandages barely fixed on and their dress pants, collapsing onto their side with bleach oozing out every which way behind them.
"My Miracle Cleaning Experiment was a partial success, nuna," they try to cheerfully say, before holding up their phone to say, "Could you call Tae Takemi here."
Then they go out cold, face pale and clammy, blue in parts, even.
<Pose Tracker> So-young Park has posed.
So-young is pretty used to just making her way into the Cardboard Dragon at this point, whether locked or unlocked, vacant or busy. There are usually enough people around that it doesn't take that long for someone else to come in from wherever they popped out to, or Myunghon will appear from upstairs, or any number of other possibilities. So at first she doesn't think anything of it, until the smell of bleach filters through, much stronger than normal.
"... Myunghon?" she asks cautiously in response to the initial call, using it to echolocate her way towards the bathroom. Her eyebrows raise as she steps in the direction of the bathroom, then they raise again when there's no answer, and again when there's _still_ no answer. Without context she's not all that willing and ready to just hammer her way into the bathroom... but the rare spike of anxiety is growing larger in her chest, so when Myunghon asks her to step back, there's really only one way she can reply.
"Yeah, fuck that. What happened? What's wrong?" she rapid-fires urgently, stepping to push the bathroom door open instead. This costs her immediately as she gets blasted in the face with remarkably strong fumes, her arm going up to cover the lower half of her face as she lets out a couple of stunned coughs and squints at Myunghon over the top of her wrist.
She takes the phone automatically, her brain still catching up. "What the hell do you mean, Miracle Cleaning--" she starts to say, a distinct suspicion creeping into her voice - she doesn't get to finish the question, not out loud, because instead Myunghon has simply slumped, and not in the artful goofy way but in a way that propels So-young's heart so high into her throat she can taste bile.
Swearing under her breath, she immediately lunges down for the phone, and then further to haul Myunghon out of the puddle and over towards the couch, trying to prevent the phone from locking again at the same time as she tries to prevent Myunghon lying in a corrosive substance. The end position is a bit ungainly, but it's enough for her to look for any sign of what the hell happened as she slams through Myunghon's contacts and hits dial.
"Is this Tae Takemi? Myunghon Yeo, Rumormonger Merry, whichever name works. They asked for you by name as soon as possible," she rattles off the moment the receiver clicks, without even waiting for an answer or offering much space for one. "They've-- I don't know. Look, just get over here. I'm their sister and they've done-- I don't know yet. Bring oxygen, probably," she adds on impulse. She has no idea about first aid, but blue seems bad.
<Pose Tracker> Tae Takemi has posed.
Tae doesn't even get to say 'Takemi Medical Clinic' when she answers the phone, but from her chair in her office, her eyes widen. She listens, and So-young can hear rattling in the background the second she mentions 'bring oxygen'. "Shit... I'm not close... do you know first aid at all?" A Tokyo doctor having a Sumaru patient is frustrating at times, but that's why she's rushing out the door after checking the address, keeping her phone on.
Rushing to the train station to the point of literally running in the street because the alternative is either betraying a patient's trust if they called her up in such an emergency by having them call an ambulance, or letting them die, Tae curses under her breath again.
"I need you to crack open a window and check their pulse." IF So-young doesn't know how to do that, she walks her through it. "What's the situation? Do you know CPR?" She'll also walk her through *that*, if she can, best she can, because this is a shit show.
Once Tae's actually on the train, she hides her phone for a moment, stepping into a between car to quietly continue the call because fuck this noise. "Loosen any tight clothing, keep them on their side if you can once they're breathing. Right angles, head lightly back, continue CPR if it stops again. Keep them warm. If they're not getting better before I'm there, call an ambulance."
Oh, and if bleach is mentioned, Tae absolutely says 'do not force them to vomit'.
Eventually, after at least half an hour if not closer to an hour, Tae will be there. She barges straight in through the door, her supplies in a large bag, pulling out a cylinder of oxygen should they still need it in order to administer it via a mask. She'll be ready to talk only once she's sure they're not dead.
<Pose Tracker> So-young Park has posed.
Call made, So-young has spent the time in-between then and now staying on the phone as much as possible and otherwise trying to figure out what the hell to actually do to help, skirting along the edge of panic while also stubbornly insisting to herself that she absolutely refuses to panic in an attempt to mind-over matter herself out of it.
Between that point of mental conflict and her lack of first aid knowledge she's much more paralyzed than she'd really like to be, and her efforts end up being rather all over the place. Stripping Myunghon in the middle of the Cardboard Dragon while it's unlocked and while the bathroom is compromised is absolutely not what she signed up for, but it doesn't take her long to haul Johnny in a bout of adrenaline over to the back door to prop it mostly shut.
Still, taking into account Tae's orders, So-young has kind of got a rough plan in mind: getting the bleach-tainted clothes off of Myunghon probably comes first, if she had to guess, and then washing off any bleach to try to prevent chemical burns - but then there's the whole issue of removing the bandages, and So-young suddenly has to contend with the fact that she has no idea where the hell to even find running water in the shop other than in the incredibly miserable-smelling bathroom that might be full of poisonous fumes for all she knows.
Emitting a low note of some bundled-up emotion under her breath, So-young loudly kicks the bathroom door open to try to air it out, bracing it with a chair, and-- fuck, she just propped the fire door closed for privacy, and the rest of the windows are plate glass. Who the hell decided to convert an office building?! She wrenches Johnny back away from the fire door. Sorry, Johnny. "--open _which_ windows, exactly?" she rumbles to herself, but shakes her head.
So-young swears again under her breath, wavering as she looks towards the stairs up to the third floor. There's probably spare clothes up there, right? But--... shit, she decides. She's messed up enough around Sumaru. One dash downstairs and a few doors down the road and back and she's gotten a very basic but good-enough blanket from a local thrift store, throwing it over Myunghon and kneeling down next to them to check their breathing, her face stony by the time Tae arrives.
<Pose Tracker> Tae Takemi has posed.
Once Tae actually arrives and starts applying oxygen, seeing that So-young Left The Premises, she grimaces. "Don't leave them!" she barks out, clearly in Alert Mode.
"Bleach poisoning... did they say anything about how it happened?" she asks So-young, hoping to try and rouse Myunghon if she can. Consciousness is better than not.
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
Those black dress pants are stained with bleach and will likely either be done or be an unusual fashion statement. Myunghon doesn't seem particularly defiant with So-young's adventures in removing more bleach from them, though Johnny-kun is a little more defiant mostly because he's a big boy, but didn't So-young say conductors get a lot of upper arm exercise?
(You can also just. Use your Persona. In a pinch.)
"They swivel," Myunghon dizzily says in response to So-young's comment about windows. "Like... woosh."
Like 'woosh' is very ill-defined, but they're also basically unclothed and in a throw by the time Tae comes to ask if they've explained how it happened. This is probably not the first time Tae's dealt with this, and they say, "I was doing a Miracle Cleaning Experiment. It just went... a bit wrong," with the kind of reticience of a child suddenly being caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "Also, can I have a bronchodilator," they wheeze, inbetween breathes of the oxygen mask.
<Pose Tracker> So-young Park has posed.
"--what the hell else was I supposed to do?!" So-young blasts back, her brow furrowed even as she pulls Johnny out of the way of the fire door with a business-like demeanour. "It's a shop and the only bathroom is full of bleach! There was barely anything to cover them with, let alone try to clean them up!" Alright, that's probably not strictly true. She could have gone up to the third floor, regardless of whatever might have been waiting for her up there, but she's more affected by some of her recent Sumaru Slip-ups than she'd like to admit, and breaking the taboo of Myunghon's privacy still feels like a dangerous one-way choice.
Which, alright, bleach poisoning is also a dangerous one-way choice. Maybe it would have balanced out. But maybe it wouldn't, and all So-young had to go on was her gut.
So-young has removed Myunghon's shirt by the time Tae arrives, the most affected garment from her sibling's fall into a puddle of bleach, and she's been smart enough to use pillows to prop Myunghon into something reasonably approaching a recovery position. The ventilation in the shop is pretty bad until Myunghon points out how to actually open the large louvre windows, but the conductor did at least drag across a fan to make sure that fresher air was circulating around Myunghon without blowing onto their face directly.
Dragging a hand down her face, the conductor has to pause to consider the other question. "... all I knew was that they stumbled out of the bathroom and immediately fell over. I haven't dared go in there to see what was up until the air cleared a bit." She doesn't mention the Miracle Cleaning Experiment yet, because that sounds a hell of a lot like mixing bleach with ammonia and even she's smart enough to know what the hell happens then and what it might imply.
She could try playing detective around that sound of tearing tape - probably will, once her heart stops hammering in her throat - but that question is one that can definitely wait for more pressing issues.
<Pose Tracker> Tae Takemi has posed.
"Go upstairs?!" Tae remarks, not knowing the Situation of the Third Floor. However, Myunghon's waking up...
And they ask for a bronchodilator. "Did you mix bleach with ammonia?" she asks as Myunghon mentions the experiment, reaching into her bag for one she brought because she is nothing if not prepared.
Providing it to Myunghon, she assumes they know how to use it, and will allow them to go from there unless they need help.
"This was absolutely reckless," she finally settles on, turning to focus her eyes on Myunghon. "We're lucky your sister found you. Wait too long and even I couldn't have done anything."
Though, she's turning something in her brain. Myunghon absolutely seems the type to know what mixing chemicals will do... but she won't press *that* point just yet. She needs more info first.
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
Being unclothed does seem to bother Myunghon more than they let on, especially with their binder gone, so they do shuffle up to try to stand while trying to grasp the throw around them and then utterly fails because there's no way their body is functioning enough to be able to get them any amount of distance, let alone up stairs. "Um. There's a cardboard box with some clothes not far from the stairs..." they guess. "And some others hanging up if not."
They're not particularly alert enough to realise what they're doing, sending So-young up to the third floor.
"I was doing a Miracle Cleaning Experiment, like I said," Myunghon protests in that half-conscious slur of theirs, though there's perhaps more lucidity there than even they can conceal, more weighed down by mood than anything. "It was only a little bit of toilet cleaner. It was going to make everything shine again."
Tae's treated Myunghon for physical wounds and knows the absolute State their body is in too, and as that something turns in her brain, Takemi knows that it's not just the old scars that riddle Myunghon's arms either.
"... but thank you for coming. How much do I owe you?"
<Pose Tracker> So-young Park has posed.
So-young is more than a little cowed by Tae's immediate rejoinder, having to let out a shaky breath as she drags her hand back down her face. It's a lot to try to take in all of this while also trying to figure out how to explain to someone that she's not really that sure whether she's earned enough trust to go into a place she's built up in her mind to be Myunghon's inner sanctum, while also _also_ trying to hold in her head that she has a performance tomorrow and the show must go on and it's difficult to focus and figure out how much she needs to realign herself around this new situation--
With an effort, So-young tries her hardest to cut that spiral off. She's not that empathic or emotionally intelligent a soul, but she can recognize a particularly unhelpful line of thought when she thinks one. Still, she can't prevent the way her eyes glint with a quiet and fierce light when Myunghon doesn't exactly deny the contents of the Experiment, one of her hands pulling at the air for a moment as she twitches. At least she manages to push most of that frustration down before she says anything too stupid, even if part of her immediately, childishly, wants to tell Myunghon to go get the box of clothes themselves.
Going up to the third floor is something to do, something to redirect herself towards, and she nods as she tromps her way up the stairs. "Anything in--... particular?" she calls, the faint hitch in her voice giving away the moment where she sees the state of the place, before slowly continuing with a certain degree of bite in her voice: "Or, you know, whatever's safest?"
Either way, she takes her time - partially to allow Tae some space to work, partially to properly take in the state of the third floor and where to even begin to process it, and partially because she needs a moment herself before she comes back down.
<Pose Tracker> Tae Takemi has posed.
"I see," Tae says brusquely to Myunghon, even as she tries to make sure they're okay, checking them for burns and bleach stains.
"Is that really going to make you shine again?" she asks, pointedly. She's potentially realized the score from recollecting the evidence, those hesitation wounds she's seen.
"Don't worry about that right now," she says dismissively to the idea of being paid. It wasn't even on her mind right now, so she can defer it to later. She waits for So-young to be out of earshot, lowering her voice.
"Yeo-san... do you have a death wish?"
Part of her doesn't want to pry. But if she's going to be their doctor, she does need to know what she's in for. It hasn't even crossed her mind to cut them as a patient like it may for others in their past, not when they're in a vulnerable state like this.
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
Myunghon is now just realising just what the hell they've done when they've sent So-young up to the third floor, and how much of an earful they're going to get when So-young discovers the absolute State that it's in. That roof corner is at literal risk of collapsing with how rainy it's been, and the mould hasn't done any better even with all the bleach they're playing with.
It's also just... Sad. A cold, lumpy futon in the center, next to a minifridge that's just lounging around with the cord out to the wall, a whole pile of disinfectant, and stacks and stacks of boxes from someone who hasn't bothered to unpack anything ever. She first finds--
A big box of Koalas. They're really cute... and a bit worn. One of them has a little tear on its arm.
The other box is probably what Myunghon's talking about, and the first t-shirt So-young lifts out is a pink shirt with an exhausted antromorphic bicycle on it that reads:
MY BICYCLE IS TWO-TIRED TO GO RIGHT NOW
Is that shirt more cringe than the third floor?
"It was," Myunghon mumbles to Tae very quietly, suddenly recessing into themself and the bleary bags behind their eyes. It's not even just the poisoning, there's layers of neglect happening here. But even as Tae waves away the topic of payment for now (Myunghon thinks Tae's figured out they like deflecting by talking about that), their doctor just hits them right where it hurts.
"... ... ..."
A pause, as they glance aside.
"Are you going to tell me I'm being irresponsible," they say, suddenly cold and guarded, shrinking into themself, like a cornered animal. "... thank you for the oxygen, Dr. Takemi. I'll be fine now."
<Pose Tracker> So-young Park has posed.
Whatever So-young thinks of the third floor, she's determined to unpack that later rather than this instant. She has to pick and choose what she thinks about right now, and even she's got the Understanding to know that this is probably not the time to haul off in an angry tirade, even if the reason why that first comes to mind is 'I don't want to give them the satisfaction of doing so'. If there is any indication of what's going through her mind, it's the quiet k-chk of her phone's camera going off a couple of times. She can't just leave it alone, but it's not something she can deal with alone either.
She pauses for long enough to take a deep breath to centre herself. She may have known the doctor all of two seconds, but that's still enough to be fairly sure that some pertinent questions are being asked right now, and maybe it's better to spend a little longer up here before she comes down and bams back into the conversation. Cautiously, she steps around the boxes, inspecting a couple of them - and seeing the poor koalas is almost a relief, a huff of something like the start of laughter rumbling through her.
It's not that much longer before she finds the box of shirts. "--seriously, did you just buy a factory outlet's stock or something and call it good?" she mutters quietly to herself, already sure she's hit on the right answer. The pink monstrosity she finds after rifling through a few of them is certainly cringe, but the joke's on Myunghon here, because if there is any way that So-young can extract a little bit of petty revenge for her panic it's in making sure the Rumourmonger wears the most ridiculous thing possible.
She swallows the lump in her throat, and decides to risk raising her voice, hoping the waver in it is covered up. "... do you need new bandages? Are they up here?" she calls down the stairs.
<Pose Tracker> Tae Takemi has posed.
Tae listens, and as she notices those layers of neglect, she's frowning. As Myunghon glances away and asks if she's going to call them irresponsible...
"I'm going to do no such thing," Tae tells them, voice firm yet sympathetic, refusing to leave. "I just need to know how to better treat you. I may not be a psychologist but that doesn't mean I'm just going to let a patient destroy themself without trying to do anything."
A breath, as she shifts her footing. "What would help you right now?" A quick pause, before she quips, "Besides me leaving."
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
Take a picture of the urinal too, So-young. Have you even ever seen a urinal in your life. And if not, how do you feel about the fucking ridiculous idea that there's a men's bathroom for what passes for what should be your sibling's bathroom.
Some of the other boxes contain more personal items, since So-young's searching. One of the boxes just has no marking on her search for a t-shirt, and she opens it and a photo of an unfamiliar, picturesque young woman is staring back at her dressed in Myunghon's femme clothes. She's quite pretty, with long black hair done up fashionably, but there's something distant in her stare.
Next to her is a taller woman, a young man in leathers, and another person dressed in a casual chic suit sporting a wolf cut that really could be Myunghon if it wasn't clearly someone else.
They're standing in front of a store in some department store: LAPIN ANGELIQUE.
Once she comes back down, though, Myunghon raises one eyebrow to say, "Closing down sale... I think...?" There's a pause as So-young asks if they need new bandages. They look to Tae, perhaps expecting the doctor to have opinions of them covering up all their scars with bandages.
"Yes, please bring them down," they call nonetheless. Tae asks what they need from her right now. "... to not say anything," comes the rather quick and desperate response. It's easier... laughing it all off. The moment they all get worried and think you're not safe to leave alone... it's all over.
<Pose Tracker> So-young Park has posed.
At the very least, So-young _is_ genuinely being careful to not snoop around too much and to not ascribe every problem up here directly to Myunghon or anything. Besides, she hasn't exactly been given explicit permission to be up here, given how delirious Myunghon is right now, and-- it still doesn't feel right. All she's got is her gut to go off, and her gut says to treat this as lightly as she can.
So she doesn't take a photo of the urinal, and nor does she bring it up outside of wrinkling her nose at it as she searches. The conductor is deep in uncharted territory here, in every sense - it's very much a mirror of what Myunghon has told her. So-young would rather be chilling with an Inugami than trying to navigate the web of concerns and caution that she needs to here, especially when bulling through it all is going to probably be catastrophically destructive rather than just regular destructive.
But she can't help her curiosity either, and she's automatically drawn towards the sight of a younger Myunghon with-- another sibling? Is there a third secret sibling?? Is that actually _more_ likely now that Parkdora's Sibling Box has been opened, rather than less??? So-young's head is swimming slightly and it might not even be the state of this floor doing it. With infinite care she puts the photo back where she found it, tucking the thought of it at the back of her mind.
When she comes downstairs, it's for just long enough to bundle up the t-shirt and throw it over to where Myunghon is on the couch, and to take in the sight of Tae still in position to examine Myunghon further. Her lips tighten into a line, and she ducks back upstairs in search of the bandages before Tae can overrule her, because it still feels like a conversation she shouldn't be in, somehow.
<Pose Tracker> Tae Takemi has posed.
Tae considers Myunghon's words, as they call out to their sister. "I won't," she says, even if it wasn't a breach of doctor-patient confidentiality to do so.
She's not going to tell them not to wear the bandages right now, if it'll make them comfortable. "Keep them just loose enough," is all she says when they look to her.
Once So-young returns and leaves again, however...
"...I want you to call me immediately whenever you have an emergency like this again. If you can't, make sure your friends know who they can call in case of... another accident," she says, sighing. "Put me in speed dial if you have to. But don't feel shame for calling for help. It's my job."
Tae can think of many colleagues who wouldn't have gone this far for someone who, frankly, is uncooperative and slightly a hassle to work with. But...
If you can't help one of your more vulnerable patients, who *can* you help? She's already a useless doctor as is. She can't let another person get hurt because of her inaction.
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
Just how many more secret siblings could there be, So-young? You just know Suzie Park's got a whole farm going right now. That's the only thing in life she cares about: Aura farming.
Myunghon does accept the t-shirt and pauses with a frown, before calling out, "You don't have to-- act like you'd be eavesdropping if you stayed here." That, it seems, is how they seem to have taken So-young's behaviour in the short-term right now, as they wiggle behind the throw with more difficulty than one would expect to get the t-shirt on with a bit of a sigh. Fortunately, it's long enough that it's basically a shirt-dress at present, because Myunghon only buys oversize t-shirts.
There's a quietly glum nod as Tae tells them to call -- and to not feel shame for asking for help. It probably doesn't make Myunghon feel good that the reason they called is because So-young showed up when they weren't expecting anyone, because sometimes these things just exist to let them feel their way through the whole lot and then abort gracefully, but today's...
They don't have the capability to unpack that right now. They didn't even take their mon coins with them. Foolish. Hiroto's gonna shake his head at them for not having boat fare.
"O-oh, you know," Myunghon does start up, somewhat desperate to get off the topic as well, "Dr. Takemi operates out of Yongen-jaya, nuna. It'd be much more convenient for you to go to her if you need emergency treatment in Tokyo."
<Pose Tracker> So-young Park has posed.
So-young hesitates on the stares, and then puffs out a breath as she looks over at Myunghon. She's still upset, but it's blunted a bit now, even if she folds her arms defensively. "... alright," she recognizes with a nod. "Just bear with me. I'm still kind of reeling, you know," she grumbles a little, but disappears up the stairs. Fortunately, Myunghon definitely has lots of bandage available, and it's easy enough for her to find a roll and some gauze for good measure and almost immediately step back downstairs.
She comes down just as the doctor is giving her lecture, and this at least makes her smirk a little in dark humour as she hands the bandages over, and then plonks herself down on the other end of the couch heavily enough it nearly throws Myunghon off it. Pausing, she looks at the colour of Myunghon's face, breathing a little easier at the way the last of the blue has bled out of them in the last few minutes.
The tiredness hits her all at once as the adrenaline further drains away. The way in which the doctor mentions 'another accident' with that little pause makes her deeply suspicious, but that is a problem that can be firmly left for Tomorrow's So-young. "You should drink something," she notes after a moment as a neuron reminds her of her big important plan, furrowing her brow as she tries to call up more details. That feels familiar, and she hesitates. Oh, right, the bathroom was Not Safe. "... something from a bottle, and not a tap."
Hauling herself back towards sitting up, So-young finally really focuses on the doctor for perhaps the first time this scene. "Nice choker," So-young notes with genuine admiration, before snorting a little to herself. "So-young Park, out of Shibuya," she introduces herself. The conductor is absolutely the sort of 'I'm bulletproof yaaay' person to have not even enrolled with a doctor's office any time lately. "I do find myself needing a lot more emergency treatment lately," she adds at a complete deadpan.
<Pose Tracker> Tae Takemi has posed.
Myunghon nods, at least, so Tae knows that either they'll do it or they'll think about doing it, and either is good. But Myunghon changes the subject, as Tae turns over to So-young.
"Ah, thank you. Dr. Tae Takemi, of the Takemi Medical Clinic." Oh, she owns a practice! Why is she doing shady medicine in the Cardboard Dragon. "My rates aren't awful, so feel free to come down." A pause, at the 'a lot more emergency treatment', before she sighs.
"I won't ask, like I don't ask your sibling. Just try not to drag anything illegal my way if you do."
So-young might get the idea that Tae is actually Unawakened, from her complete lack of Resonance.
Tae will begin packing her bag though, not wanting to overstay Myunghon's patience. Her day's botched as is with transit time, so she might as well go home once she's done here.
"Keep hydrated. Come by or call me immediately if anything gets worse, and..." She looks over at Myunghon's dark circles again.
"Get some rest, alright?"
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
Oh, Myunghon fully expects to get the full brunt of So-young's fury once her sister's had a chance to process. But at the same time, to them it does feel shitty to make someone extremely alarmed about your medical emergency and then also make them feel unwelcome because they need to talk hush-hush about things to the doctor even though there are many things you should just talk in confidential to your doctor.
"Um... water in the minifridge," Myunghon tries to keep their wits together long enough to be able to point out that they do sell water to gamers. Not their bathwater, fortunately, not that they even own a bath.
Takemi packing up does make them feel awful that they've brought them all the way here for -- well, it is a medical emergency that needed to be answered still, but... "I also need refills for my usual prescriptions..." they say, if only to just make them perceive they wasted her time less. Even if Tae did end up finding something significant about her patient, and it's not a good thing.
"Um-- yes..." at this point, though, Myunghon does seem rather compliant. If only because she might be getting ready to get an earful of it.
<Pose Tracker> So-young Park has posed.
So-young's anger seems to have burnt out of her for the time being, and to be fair to her it's not like she felt unwelcome so much as she was using the chance to bustle around and busy-body as something of her own coping strategy. She does at least haul herself back to her feet one last time, squinting into the mini-fridge as she pulls out a couple of bottles and hands one over to Myunghon.
"Yongen-jaya is a bit out of the way, but I'll have to look you up," So-young notes pleasantly, back in more familiar waters here. The musician isn't great at detecting Resonance and even worse at interpreting the results of that detection, but that doesn't matter too much, because she's already kind of having fun in terms of just playing coy about what they've been up to. "I'm pretty sure I haven't done anything illegal, no," she makes a show of musing. "Unless you count blasting Pachelbel at 4am."
She pauses, and bows her head slightly as Myunghon tries to make more work for the doctor. "... thank you for coming out on short notice," she says solemnly, because she's still not entirely sure what would have happened otherwise. With that said, she kind of flops back onto the couch, spreads her arms out wide and adds a wordless sort of 'ugggg' noise.
<Pose Tracker> Tae Takemi has posed.
As Myunghon mentions their prescriptions, Tae has a decent idea what they're doing... but she nods. It means they still want her to be their doctor, at least, and that's better than nothing. "I'll let you know when they're ready. It shouldn't take long."
So-young, meanwhile, gets a nod... and a laugh at the Pachelbel. "I think that's a war crime," she says lightly.
But as they thank her, she dismisses it with a wave. "Don't worry about it. Just don't get killed, especially by your neighbors," a glance back to So-young for that one, continuing their joke. "I can't fix *that*."
And then, as So-young flops, she'll exit.