kismet_loop | [Audio | Locked to Sam]

~~[And too late for him to get your shit?]~~

[He hesitates.] It is? Why's that?

Despite all the expressions which reference poop, people who poop have, typically, a pretty strong aversion to having anything to do with poop past what's necessary.

Poop..... [That's a very unscientific name....]

That's what it's called?

....I don't understand why. Do you realize how much information about an organic life form is in....poop?

[That's an odd word, give him a bit to get used to it.]

That's one of the things it's called. Poop, shit, feces. Informal, impolite, and more formal.

[She can't help but crack a small smile at his tone when he says 'poop,' even if the conversation, as a whole, just prompts a brakes-skidding sound in the back of her mind.]

A lot? But it's because poop is gross and dealing with it is bothersome. People will also be weirded out by a request for samples because what people do---and produce---in the bathroom is generally nobody's business but theirs.

[He scratches his head, careful not to disturb the monkey sleeping between a couple of helm ridges.]

Well, of course it's gross, but that shouldn't keep people from studying it.

...This is just something taboo, isn't it?

Well, there are still some people who do--some poops can reveal a lot about a medical condition. But... yeah.

..........................

Does this mean you won't give me a sample?

[The little grin on his face says he's just being a cheeky aft now.]

You're tempting me to give you something, buddy.

[He chuckles.]

I’m sorry, Sam. I really didn’t mean to wake you.

[He would like a sample, but realizes she....might be more agreeable once she’s had the proper amount of sleep....]

I’ll let you get back to your recharge.

[She chuffs, smiling and waving away his apology.]

Nah, nah, we're having this conversation now. This late it's actually a little less weird, and it's not like I've gotta be up for anything anyway. And so; the something I had in mind was the suggestion you go hit up the farm for samples, because farm animals poop a lot and they've got a good variety of animals over there.

If the farm and library fail to satisfy your curiousity... j'men calice, I'll give a shit. Why not? 'It's weird.' That's a reason, but it's not a good reason.

[He chuckles] Thank you, Sam. I'll check in at that farm, and keep you in mind.

No big. Couple of things, though. [She sits up to stretch again, better this time, and holds up one 'wait a sec' finger as she yawns. At least Subzero will have his best view to date of her tattoos as he's waiting, since Sam's pajamas don't conceal quite as much as her street clothes.] First, can this conversation stay between us? Hiro will tease me forever otherwise. Actually, consider that a condition if the farm's... provisions just aren't enough. Also, a heads-up that if you ever decide you'd like to look at blood samples too, you're gonna have to hit someone else up. Long story, not an issue of what's socially acceptable.

[He chuckles and nods.] All right, promise.

[Headtilt.] Blood?

[Tone is a mix off "what's that?" and "why's that?"]

Thanks.

[Sam shifts a little upon realizing she's just inadvertently opened a new tangent, but just flops back across her bed as she answers.]

It's a key thing in the transport of things an organic body needs---like oxygen---around the body. Fluid, usually red, packed with specialized cells, travels through veins and arteries such as you see.

[From where she's flopped, she holds up a wrist to point at the veins there.]

And when I say key, I mean key. A person can die of blood loss. A person, or, okay, anything with blood.

[He seems to think about that a moment.] So it’s a lot like the fluids in our lines then. Essential to keep it inside where it belongs.

[He gives her a little smile.] So no samples of blood. [Got it, he doesn’t want to kill you, or anyone else, for science.]

So if you lose any of it you could die? [This upsets him a bit. No offense, Sam, but you humans are kind of fragile...]

Not from me, anyway, though that's a purely personal thing. The human body is actually pretty good at replacing lost blood, and people nick and scrape themselves all the time---and bruise, bruise too. Just a sec.

[Sam shifts about to present her shin to the camera. There's a brightly-coloured bruise there, highly visible in spite of her tattoos.]

Banged it hard enough to break some of the smallest blood vessels, but without a break in the skin, it's just trapped in that area until it's healed up. No big, but high-volume blood loss, that's a bad scene. And the reason we have blood donation, which you'll probably find pretty interesting.

Edited 2015-10-20 02:52 (UTC)

[He leans in closer to the screen to study the bruise.] Isn’t it bad to keep it in there if it’s not in the lines?

[And yes, blood donations has he very interested...Cybertronians can donate fluids too, so it’s not that, it’s...potential samples... He’ll have to inquire at the hospital about it.]

Usually, no, because it won't be staying there too long a time. When everything's working the way it should---and it's not, like, a ridiculous amount of bleeding making the bruise---the blood that's trapped there will kinda be broken down and reabsorbed. There's places where internal bleeding can cause some serious problems what with the pressure and the swelling, but bruises are generally just minor injuries. Even the worst of the normal ones. I've seen some impressive.

I must say, for as small and fragile as organic life seems to be, it's also very resilient. Quite amazing really.

Someday you and I are gonna sit down and have ourselves a talk about scar tissue. And scabbing, too, because for all the scrapes and nicks and---

[She almost says 'shit,' but.]

---stuff it bounces back from, skin is amazing stuff.

Maybe tomorrow? ...today. In liiike...

[give her a moment to squint at the time]

Four and a half hours? I am gonna want coffee and Hiro won't be up that early so we can meet up and talk about giving a shit for science without him hearing about it.

[Sheepish grin.] Right, I should let you sleep. I’ll see you then, Sam, thank you.

No sweat. G'night, Zero.

[And the feed's cut.]

[OOC: on to action?]

[He’d be polite and wait the allotted time before showing up at her door. He’ll let his monkey hop down and ring the doorbell. Such a smart little guy!]

[To Sam's credit, she was almost ready to head out, despite multiple snooze button smackings---a whole ten minutes after rolling out of bed. That's partially due to deciding she might as well wear her pyjamas out, but only partially; aside from dressing, she's got everything done. At the ring, she'll just shuffle over and open the window since that's quicker than going down to the door.]

Hey, g'mornin.

Morning. [Have a smile and an offered hand.]

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