Bother

[Jabonicus]

The Asylum

Medical Bay

House's Office

The Office was, for the most part, clean. Clean enough to handle an emergency, so it was definitely clean enough for the situation she was about to handle. Three days ago, one of the younger members of GALAF, one Arkanian named Hareth, had lost her temper over a relatively small issue. While this was nothing to make note of, the situation did reveal a good amount about the girl that wasn't documented. Her connection to the force gave way to a decent level of destruction, before House had managed to calm the girl, who burst into tears upon being comforted. As the ordeal completed itself, House had given her a card with how to contact her, and urged her to do so.

Three days had passed and she hadn't received a word.

Now, considering the situation and what she knew of the girl, it had little to do with her not wanting to reach out. She appeared starved of affection, with very few people she considered close. It was more likely that she didn't want to intrude, in a way, trying to prevent herself from being a bother. So, she had a simple solution to draw the girl out. Sliding her wheelie-chair to a button next to an extended microphone, her finger pushed down on the light blue trigger. It was currently set up to reach all public halls, as well as the general living quarters. It could be set up to reach the whole ship, if the situation required it. But for now, she simply zoned in on the locations most likely to catch notice of the young Arkanian.

The intercom gave a brief buzz as a turned on, bringing noise to the otherwise quiet halls and already noisy living quarters. "Hareth, please report to the medical office of Doctor House. I repeat, Hareth, please report to the medical office of Doctor House." Removing her finger from the button, the device quietly shut itself off, the microphone sliding down into its desk-bound holster. By now, her voice calling for someone specific to her office wasn't uncommon. It was practically a daily occurrence of her calling someone in, either for a favor, a checkup, or something else.

On its wall, her Holonet monitor was playing rerun of 'Tribunals Affair' softly. It was an episode she had seen before, though she did have to watch it twice. Ironically it was the same episode that was interrupted by the ordeal that introduced House personally to Hareth. Even though it was the third time she was seeing (or in this case, listening) to the show, she couldn't help but enjoy it.

@Retroboy​

 

[Retroboy]

The aftermath of Hareth's little tantrum had not gone unnoticed, and she had been the recipient of strong amount of discipline. However, as usual it had done little to actual quell Hareth's generally fierce demeanor. If anything, she thought that she should have been commended for managing to not kill Slars, and furthermore, apologize to him! Unfortunately, no one else really saw it that way. She had mostly been confined to her room, and Bria had refused to have her TV replaced, making things difficult for her. Worst of all, Bria had cut her off from her sweets ration. No more chocolate for her. Which begged the question... Was life really worth living without TV and chocolate? Hareth severely doubted such a notion.

She laid in bed, wearing her pajamas as she often did, being a pair of pink fleece sweatpants and a pink t-shirt, along with having her hair up in twin bunches. The truth be told, she preferred wearing comfortable clothing like this rather than her robes which, while breezy, were nowhere near as pleasant to wear as her PJs. The material of her robes tended to chafe a little bit. Always had. She wondered what they were actually made of, and why the Jedi wore them. Probably just to make themselves look fancier.

Then, Hareth heard a familiar voice broadcast out. It was Dr. House summoning her. She wondered what it could mean. Had she offended the doctor by not showing up? She really didn't want to intrude on her... the Doctor had been kind to her, but Hareth couldn't help but worry she would spoil it, somehow. People didn't seem to like Hareth very much, and she knew sooner or later that she would wear out her welcome with the doctor as well. But she couldn't ignore this, either, could she?

No, she supposed she couldn't.

She rose from her bed, and began padding down the halls, neglecting to change out of her pajamas. It seemed now both doctors on the ship would have seen her in her most comfortable clothing, not that she cared. Were it up to her, and were people not so up tight, she probably would have walked around naked. However, trying that once lead to some fairly severe reprimands that she wasn't eager to receive again. She still enjoyed the feeling of the cold ground against her bare feet. It made the Asylum feel less like a place she wasn't allowed to leave and more like a home.

Her journey down the halls lead her to House's office in no time, and she entered quietly, making sure to close the door behind her as she did.

"...Hello," she said shyly. "M'sorry I didn' come by..." Her voice was little more than a mumble, and she looked down at her feet the entire time that she spoke.

 

[Jabonicus]

House had a feeling she would come by, and it was a pleasant feeling to see her pass through the door. However, she did look a bit worse for wear. Dressed in pajamas, lacking shoes, she at least looked comfortable. House was dressed quite differently. Her comfy outfit from before, as well as her white labcoat. As she came in, House gave her a warm smile- But it wasn't met with a response, considering Hareth seemed to stare at the ground, muttering out an apology for inaction. It was sad in a way, seeing Hareth act as if she had committed some slight against House.

She had seen the effects of the punishment. Or, at least, some of them. She held access to the information of the dietary information of the crews individual rations, and had noticed the change in Hareth's personal allowance. The complete removal of chocolate, how barbaric! She had prepared a few things, but that could wait until Hareth was more comfortable. Her features softening, House replied with a warm, quiet tone, giving a brief motion, signalling for Hareth to step inwards from the doorframe.

"Please, Hareth. There's no need to apologize. Would you kindly come in and take a seat?" The only real available seat was the examination table. It was a bit high, but it seemed comfortable enough. It didn't have the standard paper on it, which probably did a lot in terms of comfort. "I'd just like to talk, if that's alright. How have you been?"​

 

[Retroboy]

Hareth did as House asked, the doctor's tone doing a lot to make her feel more comfortable. She assumed, now, that she wasn't going to get a tongue-lashing. For some reason, although Hareth was frequently subjected to all sorts of verbal reprimands, the idea of House doing it seemed somehow heinous. It was probably because House had been the first person to be gentle with her in her time with GALAF. It made the idea of having House lose that gentility with her especially terrifying.

Then, House told her that she'd like to talk. To talk? Hareth didn't think anyone had ever wanted to just talk with her. At least not on the Asylum. Her master used to want to talk, but that was long ago. The idea of just talking was so strangely exciting. She had so much to say!

"Well, uhm" she said, wiping a stray bang from her face. "Been okay. Bria's mad at me again but that's nothing new. I... Uhm, well, I broke my holo-caster and now I can't watch my shows, which is really sad but it... It was my own fault, and I'm trying not to flip out again so I'm just trying to deal with it. It's hard though because I don't really have anything else to do on the ship. No one else really likes me so I just sort of sit in my room and nap a lot, maybe hoping they'll send me on a mission or something..."

She blinked, realizing she was rambling.

"I'm good, I guess," she said. "How about you?"

 

[Jabonicus]

House gave a warm smile, leaning her body against the nearby counter that her computer was situated on. Simply for her own privacy she had it turned so only she could see it. Considering it was simply on her list of messages, few of which she cared of in terms of whether or not others saw them, she didn't particular care if Hareth saw the screen or not. That barely mattered anyway, as she had no interest in looking through it at the moment.

While she talked, House took a moment to truly inspect the appearance of the young woman. House never considered herself tall, but even she towered above the girl. It wasn't a lack of growth either- Considering her age there was little to no chance of her gaining those missing centimeters. Apart from her height, Hareth was adorned in a length of hair that almost seemed uncomfortable to the Doctor. Was a lack of care? Preference? It was unkempt- Lack of consistent brushing and other such things. She'd have to ask to figure it out. As for her other features? Distinctly Arkanian, pale skin, white hair, white eyes. Potential to be long lived, given her species. But lack of self-care could kill even a Wookie. Not to claim that Hareth didn't take care of herself- More along the fact that there were signs of it. Lack of social interaction, unkempt hair of great length, and the tendency to sleep days away- They were signs. Of what? House couldn't be certain.

"Please, Hareth." She chuckled as the girl paused. "I'm fine. Rather it's you that I'm worried for." She admitted quite clearly. She gave a tilt of her head, realizing that it was good to have someone in her office for the purpose of talking. It cleared her head of more stressful matters and kept Mimic at bay- Usually. Every now and then, admitting to the existence of Mimic came to mind, but House was instantaneous in shutting the thought down. Mimic was a cancer, a disease, one that did not need to leave her head.

"So you don't have friends on the ship? That's too bad. You seem to be quite lovely, once you open up to someone. My door is always open Hareth, and if it's not you can still contact me. If you'd like, I'd be more than happy to be your friend." It was a direct, almost childish way to put it, House was aware. Though it may be a bit of a degrading view, but House had noticed more childlike tendencies from the girl- As if she hadn't had time to properly develop her mental growth, and was still catching up. Perhaps she could use this to get to know her? Naturally, she'd have to make sure she didn't take advantage of it.​

 

[Retroboy]

Hareth's eyes widened at the doctor's offer of friendship. It seemed a little unreal. Hareth had never really had friends. Not even in the Jedi Temple. She was considered "strange". There was a part of her that wondered if a trick was being played on her. Who would want to be friends with her? She was so weak. No one liked the weak.

She needed this, though. Her need to not be alone eroded her self-doubt enough that she was ready to accept the offer wholeheartedly. She liked Doctor House. She had only interacted with her briefly but the woman had an air about her that made her pleasant to be around.

"I..." she stammered. "Yes. I'd like that a lot."

'I'd like that a lot?' That was all she could muster? How absolutely insipid. She had to look like such an idiot right now. Why couldn't she ever summon the words when she needed it? She was perfectly eloquent in private but now that someone was being nice to her she sounded like a simpleton.

She didn't notice it, but Hareth's cheeks had turned red. It was a silly thing to be embarrassed about, which was all the more embarrassing.