The knife turns out to be the easy part. It's not hard to find someone in the crowd willing to part with their pocketknife temporarily, though the man Anakin finds looks leery of what Anakin plans to do with it. Since this is Anakin alone temporarily, though, he lies glibly and pays it altogether no mind.
The disinfectant proves more of a challenge. After a while it occurs to him that the Ship's Services droid said something about asking it for help, and he finds himself redirected to a strange, many-buttoned vending machine of sorts. It's a high chute built into one of the sloping iridescent walls and it has a familiar logo next to it: familiar because Anakin's fairly certain he saw another one of these chutes in his arrival room, although he'd dismissed it as part of the architecture at the time. "First aid," he says clearly and presses the button.
It takes a few tries, but several boxes of Band-Aids later, he emerges with gauze and isopropyl alcohol.
For Jason Blood's part, he's tasked to find a proper room. What he eventually selects looks like a laboratory: or potentially a repurposed lecture hall. It's difficult to tell, but it's bright and spiraling according to some alien understanding of the Golden Ratio and has a number of curved white tables scattered among its steps, with gel-like specimens in pillar display tanks around the room. The tables look clean. Many things look clean here.
Anakin takes a moment to make sense of the room; when this fails, he shrugs it off, sets his supplies down on one table and then hoists himself up to sit on it.
"Why don't you try me," he suggests like they're taking turns on a swingset. "I have a thick skull. --Really, I get the risks," he says in a lower voice when Jason makes a face. "I recognize this kind of thing could go seriously wrong. But so could not getting it out."
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The knife turns out to be the easy part. It's not hard to find someone in the crowd willing to part with their pocketknife temporarily, though the man Anakin finds looks leery of what Anakin plans to do with it. Since this is Anakin alone temporarily, though, he lies glibly and pays it altogether no mind.
The disinfectant proves more of a challenge. After a while it occurs to him that the Ship's Services droid said something about asking it for help, and he finds himself redirected to a strange, many-buttoned vending machine of sorts. It's a high chute built into one of the sloping iridescent walls and it has a familiar logo next to it: familiar because Anakin's fairly certain he saw another one of these chutes in his arrival room, although he'd dismissed it as part of the architecture at the time. "First aid," he says clearly and presses the button.
It takes a few tries, but several boxes of Band-Aids later, he emerges with gauze and isopropyl alcohol.
For Jason Blood's part, he's tasked to find a proper room. What he eventually selects looks like a laboratory: or potentially a repurposed lecture hall. It's difficult to tell, but it's bright and spiraling according to some alien understanding of the Golden Ratio and has a number of curved white tables scattered among its steps, with gel-like specimens in pillar display tanks around the room. The tables look clean. Many things look clean here.
Anakin takes a moment to make sense of the room; when this fails, he shrugs it off, sets his supplies down on one table and then hoists himself up to sit on it.
"Why don't you try me," he suggests like they're taking turns on a swingset. "I have a thick skull. --Really, I get the risks," he says in a lower voice when Jason makes a face. "I recognize this kind of thing could go seriously wrong. But so could not getting it out."