5MD Medical Plaza

Cosmo gave a wry smile, that looked only slightly different from his usual smug one. "I see what you're getting at, but let me reassure you: I don't play any tricks and I don't pull the wool over anyone's eyes. There is no mystery unveiling! My patients know exactly what they're getting when they sign on: a transformative cosmetic experience, based on my perfect baseline. There is a sales pitch involved, but no confusion on the end product, oh no, my dear," he explained, with a tenderness as though he might stroke Hyde's cheek caringly, if she was closer at hand or perhaps on an operating table.

"Yeah, they know up front... that's why he doesn't have any patients, probably," Pharmaceuti added. Cosmo just shrugged, but that could very well be the real root of his poor customer base.

While they were bantering, Calistheti returned a simple "okay!" to Hyde's question. She ought to know her way around easily enough to return to the right office quickly. On the other hand, PhotoMan was less certain:

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That is reassuring... perhaps Bonesaw is only covered in data because her profession demands it. She will spot me as soon as I exit cover. I am going to engage with her for a bit and have her guide me to the correct room. Please handle the shoot on your own for now.

"Your hat? I believe you look better without it," Cosmo offered unhelpfully, ever quick to sieze upon aspects of one's appearance he thought needed changing. Her question caused the two siblings to look at each other with raised eyebrows. "Yes, Bonesaw, our sister, remains close to us. We see her all the time, of course. We rarely go to her place of business though... it's eeeeh... not a very comfortable office, comparee to mine or my sisters'."

"Yeah... even Psychologi's isn't that bad compared to hers. But Bonesaw is, again, the one making the money, so she must be doing something right," Pharmaceuti repeated. "She has a lot of clients too... and not all of them come through the front lobby. A lot of them beam straight to her. Frankly they all look kinda of... what's the word...?" she muttered, first adjusting her glasses with a political pause, then, apparently unable to divine her answer, popping out two more pills onto the palm of her hand and sticking them into her mouth.

"They certainly need cosmetic surgery, in the average case," Cosmo answered, still smiling.

"No one needs cosmetic surgery, that's why it's distinguished as cosmetic!" Pharmaceuti jabbed at him. "As for Bonesaw, she isn't dangerous or anything. Just creepy. Her patients all leave glowing reviews after their treatment... which proves they're alive, if nothing else. In the average case, anyway." Cosmo nodded along; "in the average case" was starting to seem like their catch phrase.

Hyde sent a quick, mildly unprofessional message to PhotoMan, then headed back to Psychologi's office. There, she would find only Psychologi, now dressed back into a professional pant-suit combo. She looked so stately one could almost wipe the diaper image out of one's mind... almost. "Hm? Did you want to.... be seen, after all?" Psychologi asked, then made quite a point of bending over, sticking her bottom out while she picked up one of the inappropriately shaped pens from earlier. Hyde's hat was where she left it.

With no sign of PhotoMan, nor a response yet, Hyde would have to wing it herself. Calistheti hadn't appeared yet either, though one could assume that was only because she had already gone to Cosmo's office.
Hyde had to admit Cosmo and Pharmaceuti’s responses regarding Cosmo’s business added up when taken as a package. While this assuaged her concerns about any professional obligation to review Cosmo’s methods, it did make her question herself once again. Why was she so confident this bizarre photo shoot advertisement would be able to turn things around for the medical complex?

She kept that worry to herself (and any momentary concerns about her fashion sense, which never lasted long in any case) as she instead focused on the responses about Bonesaw. It sounded like even though the siblings had separate businesses, they had regular contact. That calmed any concern in Hyde’s mind that Bonesaw might be an unknown killer stalking through the medical complex. It seemed like both Pharmaceuti and Cosmo were dancing around some particulars of her business, but she didn’t expect to understand everything those two said, regardless. After all, didn’t Cosmo think everyone who wasn’t him needed cosmetic surgery? There was one thing, though. “Hold on a moment. You mean, they leave a glowing review ‘in the average case?’” she asked with a concerned smile, not adding the other half of her concern aloud: ”Or they’re proven alive, ‘in the average case?’”

Regardless of the answer, Hyde continued to Psychologi’s office to keep the operation moving. She leaned down to pick up her hat, not making a show of it as the psychiatrist was. To her own surprise, though, even before she got the hat on, she found her eyes thoughtlessly locked onto the other woman’s display. Quickly, she whipped her helmet off and replaced it with her usual headgear. Once she’d gotten it on, she let out a big sigh and grinned broadly, spinning the helmet on one finger. “Theeere we go! Now I’m feeling the ol’ engines firing up. Why, something about this office is almost making me want to give my cheeky friend another go.” She skipped across the carpet to grab her flask where it had fallen before, not apologizing for the previously discrete wet spot it had left and not bothering to pick up any of the other clothing she had shed. “But! The show must go on.”

Hyde thought to herself for a moment, then turned to the reassembled group of doctors again. “Mm. A bit of a bother, though. I told PhotoMan to rejoin us here, but I need to return to Cosmo’s for the shoot. Psychologi, would you mind going to Calistheti’s office and seeing what’s keeping him? I got the idea he screwed up with the teleporter earlier and ended up in the wrong spot. Pharmaceuti, please stay here and make sure he doesn’t show up and miss us,” she directed, smiling at the small pleasure of leaving Pharmaceuti alone in her sister’s office. “Meanwhile, Cosmo and I will take our leave. Reconvene in Cosmo’s office in eight minutes!”

Hyde would take Cosmo by the hand and lead him to the teleporter, holding a moment for him to set it up so there wouldn’t be any mishap. Once they were hopefully back in the office, she would quickly and aggressively attempt to walk him backwards towards his laser equipment, utilizing surprising physical strength. If she got him there, she would press her chest, still barely covered by her suspenders, against the other Navi. “Mmhmhmhm! Hopefully they’ll leave us alone for a moment, as I’m feeling inspired for an especially naughty shoot. I have been ever since I got a look at your enormous equipment! Might be a bit awkward with all the sisters flittering about. Now, I just need to see if the rest of your equipment is suitable to appear front and center in the centerfold.” Hyde backed off slowly from her target, resting a hand at her chin and tossing the helmet onto whatever counter, operating table, or similar surface was closest. “Why don’t you show me that body you’re so proud of, down to the skivvies? Then, I’ll consider what the ‘best feature’ to capitalize on is.” Earlier, she’d said she’d be focusing on his smile, but she certainly seemed to have her focus somewhere else as she focused glinting eyes on the lower half of his body.
"Oh, yes! Most of the patients conduct an outpatient interview at a later time, and I've never seen a bad review left by one of Bonesaw's patients," Cosmo would answer Hyde on the way out. That answer probably wouldn't do much to calm Hyde down, unfortunately, since it left her real concern unaddressed.

In the next room, Hyde reclaimed her hat and flask, then produced new instructions for each of the sisters present in the room. Pharmaceuti's frown showed she wasn't nearly as eager to run around chasing other people down as her sister was. "It's easy to imagine the cameraman became lost. I'll go after him..." she admitted, then turned to exit. "I was sort of picturing enjoying this time, comfortable in my own office... not running around between my sisters' unorganized spaces."

"Does something about my office make you... uncomfortable?" Psychologi asked with another grossly overstated pause, as if any rational person could be comfortable in a place that seemed specifically designed to force through confirmation of all of Freud's theories. The other sister simply shuddered and kept going. "Eight minutes, hm? Eight minutes is a practical, compact length of time for.... it."

Hyde could muse over which "it" Psychologi was referring to, but she had more important things to do than muse over some vague innuendo when far greater and further inappropriate innuendos were waiting to be spoken. Rejoined in Cosmo's clinic, Hyde wasted little time in turning the scene into something out of a doctor-based smut film... though, usually, there was a patient involved there, not two doctors.

Cosmo seemed at first unnerved at being pushed around, making a face a little like the incredulous one he had when he learned his suggestion wasn't being picked. Once he got a general idea of what she wanted, however, he stopped pouting and began smiling again. "Oh, I should have figured! Not to worry; as a cosmetic surgeon who prides himself on total body transformations, I am confident about every single aspect of my own physique!" he ensured Hyde. It would perhaps be pleasing how willing he was to go along, or perhaps annoying that he seemed very absorbed in his own ego and not particularly cognizant of Hyde's suspender bra or other efforts she may have gone to in order to get him excited for anything other than himself.

With all of the efficiency of someone who had done so in a mirror from time to time, the medical plaza's one male doctor removed his coat with a shrug forward of his shoulders, pulling out first one arm, then the other, before turning to fold the article atop his patient table. His coat seemed somehow just a prop, a fashion choice, compared to his sisters', which was full of pills bottles to the point it had become cumbersome to wear.

The next parts of his routine were routine indeed, in the sense that she might have seen them in certain media before, until he was finally out of his navi suit, dressed just how she had requested he be: the one article he left on was a pair of close fitting cotton shorts, white with a red heart design across them, a bit reminiscent of Calistheti's motif. They were a bit showier than they needed to be, with a low band, but otherwise normal enough.

Everything was ship shape, as far as his body went; he had a lean, athletic build that seemed like it might be cheating, if he had achieved it through cosmetic surgery instead of through his sister's exercise routine. He looked just as comfortable standing in his office in his shorts as he had been in his full wadrobe.

The half-naked gentleman's show was ironically lacking in provocative pelvic motions or anything of that sort when compared to that of the sister, Psychologi. Once he was finished, he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "What do you think? Starting to get second thoughts about the surgery? Trust me: it's worth every zenny!" he reassured her with a winning wink, one which seemed delusionally certain that Hyde would be moved into seeking surgery in order to mirror his, while nice, relatively incompatible body shape and features (as well as gender, perhaps).
Hyde’s current personality was the type to live in the moment, so she didn’t dwell too long on the fact that Pharmaceuti had (reasonably) swapped her order around so she’d leave and Psychologi would stay. Instead, she focused on the specimen she’d pinned in front of her. Even though Cosmo was going to the trouble of giving her the show she’d requested, though, her hungry grin flattened a bit at the corners. Giving a narcissist like this the attention he wanted in foreplay like this would only be justifiable if it looked like he would be absolute dynamite in the sack (or on a table). In this case, she didn’t think she’d truly left herself enough time for that. Further, she was still batting around the possibility she could get a better deal out of Psychologi before she was through…

Still, she’d be lying if she said he didn’t have reason to be cocky about his figure. Hyde glanced over it a bit as though considering what to do, before beaming with a fake smile. “That’s quite enough, thanks! Quite nice, but nothing tops that smile, mm? Let’s focus on those pearly whites. But, ah, just leave the clothes there, attaboy.”

Hyde put her hands in two “L’s,” a child’s interpretation of the gesture rather than any actual attempt at framing a composition, and stalked around the man at his laser. “Hmm, let’s see… Aha.” Struck with inspiration, Hyde took the helmet she’d removed earlier and actually put it on over her top hat, crushing the hat’s shape and folding it down like an accordion in order to accomplish it. To the other Navi’s possible horror, Hyde then approached the side of the massive and certainly expensive laser and scrambled up on top of it with surprisingly deft coordination. Sticking her tongue out, Hyde posed for a moment with her bottom out on top before turning around and straddling the device while looking down at her target.

“This angle is just perfect, I think. Now, you merely need to recline on the barrel of the laser turned toward the floor. Prop your head up as you like or lie on your back, look comfortable, inviting, lively, not like such a total stuffed-headed mannequin, there’s a good boy…” Waiting for her instructions to be followed, Hyde impatiently fiddled with the helmet, which was probably uncomfortable considering the doctor and photographer was indeed wearing two hats. Ironically, in this position, while it would be clear Cosmo was mostly undressed, it would be the worst possible angle for showing off his body. If he did as instructed, she’d take a couple of shots, indicate he should try rolling over, then take a rapid series of shots as he was in motion, which would obviously have little value for the advertisement.
"You're right, of course; I see you have a keen eye. It's a little like the annoying salesperson who tries to sell you something after you've ready seen what you like, isn't it? You knew the smile was the focal point the moment you saw it," Cosmo chuckled insufferably, seeming to take the downplaying of his physique in stride by taking the smile remark at face value. Like Hyde's, his smile was slightly strained as he watched her smash her own hat and then climb onto his undoubtedly expensive, state-of-the-art laser. "That's not meant to support a person's weight," he informed her, but it seemed plenty sturdy for the task, so doubtless, she'd stay on top of it.

The instructions caused him to move from only sounding disturbed to looking that way. "The barrel of the device is definitely not designed to support a grown man," he informed her. "And that sounds like, erm... how should I say this..." he murmured, looking amazingly thoughtful and hesitant for a man who stripped down to his boxers for a photoshoot just a moment ago.

He sat upon the table for a moment, then raised both hands in a "don't be offended" gesture. "So, in the last office, I believe you honed in on what people want: to get it on with their therapist on a desk. Okay? I think i get that one. Here, you've got me, and I'm sort of being... how should I say this... draped across my surgical laser? That's not really something people fantasize about, is it? Even my sister would probably prefer it if I were to, you know, hug the laser or lick the barrel, something phallic, right? I know there must be a better pose available to us..." he complained. When she made it clear that's what she wanted, he got atop, trying to ignore the creaking noises, and attempted to do what she asked.

As the groaning noise got worse, the barrel slid down and threatened to deposit him on the floor. Worse, he was fully cognizant of the fact that his face was not being focused upon in the picture. Finally, he jumped off, throwing up his hands in frustration. "No, no! Hyde, I cannot have a worse photo shoot than my sister, I simply can't! Being photogenic is my best quality! I should be making the best ad of all of us sisters, not the worst! Isn't there something better we can do?!" he insisted, throwing an unsightly tantrum at what he perceived as a lackluster shoot in comparison to his sister's. "Look, I've got a perfectly good doctor's bed there! I can pose, flex standing up if I need to! Can't we just do something else...?"

Hyde had used up about half the allotted eight minute time so far, so if she wanted to follow his instructions, she might need to push him into position somewhere rather than instructing him verbally.
“You’re on me about my weight now?” Hyde faux-complained, happy she was getting the concern out of him she’d been going for. “You’re calling me a fat-*ss, hm? I’ll have you know many fellows find this figure quite pleasant!” Even as she pretended to complain, she was grinning, as though daring him to keep pressing the point.

Dutifully, at least to himself, the man kept the shoot moving. Hyde again recoiled in mock shock at having her idea questioned. “Cosmo, I’ve been fantasizing about you draped across that doohickey ever since we got into your bloody office! Why, ever since I saw you clothed and dared imagine you had such a device at your disposal! Trust me, this is going to be next level stuff,” she insisted, snorting a little bit at defending a composition she knew full well was garbage just to threaten the structure of his laser.

She bit her lip as he threw a tantrum, trying to hide a grin of her own and somehow make it look like a grimace as she got the exact reaction she wanted. “Oh, so you thought my work with Psychologi was good? Why thank you,” she beamed, working hard to completely ignore the meat and potatoes of his rant. “But yes, yes, I’m sorry. I’m sure you know I’d never want to do anything to injure your pride. And, of course, I’m the absolute easiest person to work with. Let’s do it your way, shall we? Simply give us a winning pose and a sexy smile on that bed if you would, and your dynamite cosmetic work will sell itself.”

As he presumably got into position, she would stalk around him, again mock-framing with her fingers as she apparently searched for the perfect angle. She would nod, then walk around again, nod some more, then walk back to where she’d just been. She’d pick up a bottle and turn it over idly in her hand before putting it back. She’d flex her arms and do a stretch. If asked about any of this, she’d simply say “looking for inspiration.”

Assuming he didn’t snap the helmet off of her head to take the picture himself, by the time she estimated she was just about out of time, she’d finally take a single shot. To everyone’s surprise (even her own), it actually seemed like an angle that could at least, theoretically, work, so long as Cosmo had been holding a good pose and hadn’t blinked. “There now, that wasn’t so bad, right? Not like having teeth pulled, anyhow,” she’d comment, leaning towards him and smiling teasingly as she reached for his mouth. If he didn’t retreat or stop her, she’d actually reach in, grabbing one of his upper teeth between her thumb and forefinger as she maintained eye contact with him.
"Ah ha ha... well, I wasn't going to say anything about that, but..." the cosmetic surgeon chuckled in response to her goading about her own body weight, sounding as charming as ever, but dispensing with politeness as he spoke the quip almost too quickly to hear. "Ahem. No, I wouldn't say anything involving Psychologi was ever good, but, if you'll forgive my saying, at least it worked to its greatest potential. Here, you've been given the choicest subject you could ask for in regards to photography and squandering the opportunity! I'm great, I know, but I could still lose to Psychologi if you- we- don't get our act together," he sighed, trying to temper his frustration just slightly and take some share of the blame, which he obviously didn't feel he deserved.

Hyde gave in to the man's demands, seemingly, and he gave a deep sigh of relief. "That's good, yes! Haven't great models throughout history always stuck to their strengths? Let us use my sex appeal in a situation that seems tantalizing to the common man and woman," he nodded, assuming position on the bed as though he'd been waiting for it. In a flash, he struck the most practiced, erotic pose he could think of, lying back on his shoulders and sticking his thumbs into the rim of his boxer shorts. He tugged them out and down slightly, while lifting one knee a bit above the bed and facing her with his head. "What do you think? So dynamic it ought to be on my advertisements, right? Let's get it there!"

She didn't take up the call to action. Instead, she procrastinated as much as she could, until eventually, he seemed to give up on the pose slightly, obviously feeling as if he was being made a fool of. "Hyde, I'm beginning to think that you are conspiring with my sisters-" he began, before realizing she was actually snapping a picture now. With all of the speed and desperation of a man who's been waiting his whole life- but especially for this last stretch- to make the perfect pose on camera, he reassumed his pose and grin instantaneously.

Once the flash went off and Hyde made it clear she didn't intend to take more pictures, he sat up excitedly. "Is the picture developed? Can I see-?" he asked, then made a slight muffled noise as she performed an impromptu check of his lauded, perfect teeth. Perfect they were, and in that proximity, her own teeth seemed to be bothering him more than ever. If he had ever been willing to cut her some slack, even though she was so far from his perfect ideal, that allowance was long gone and replaced by a mixture of annoyance and a growing sense of duty to fix her. "Speaking of dental work, that's quite a bite you have there. Perhaps we should take this break to set you down on the table for a moment and-" he smirked, grabbing her own cheek and pressing a thumb against the source of his disdain, her upper row of teeth.

At that moment, Calistheti finally returned, carrying the medicine she was supposed to retrieve. Pharmaceuti ported in right behind her, but thankfully, was more interested in the teeth examining scene than what Calistheti was holding. She wordlessly popped a pill, as if to ward off a panic attack.

Calistheti managed to speak up. "Is this the shoot?" she asked, before another navi popped in behind her.

The navi in question was a terrifying, bloody vision compared to the others. Her hair was similarly colored but long, rolled, or rather, stuffed, into a surgeon's cap. Her scrubs would look similar to the others, were they not spattered with data, mostly red, but including other colors as well from the various viscera of other navi types. Compared to the others, she had dead-looking eyes, and her mouth was completely covered by a surgical mask. A large bonesaw occupied one of her hands and a small cooler occupied the other. The cooler was dripping with data.

Despite the horrific image, amazingly, Pharmaceuti didn't feel the need to pop another pill. "There you are Bonesaw. You've finally seen fit to join us. It's pretty insulting, that you think you're so much better than us and so successful that you don't need to join us in this advertising campaign!" the pharmacist fumed. That level of anger might be as bad for her as all the pills.

The other girl looked at the floor and didn't answer, instead sighing deeply. She looked to Hyde and lowered her eyebrows, then spoke quietly. "I need to take my shoot fast and get back to work. Is that okay? We can take it wherever you'd like. I'm not stripping to my underwear, though," she murmured.

"Well, uh, you can't take the shot looking like that! Other than all the gore, we still look about alike... I'm in enough trouble without people thinking my calisthenics treatment is some sort of murder trap," the sporty sister protested.

"... Can she take a shot, looking like that?" Bonesaw retorted, looking skeptical. "I'm not sure why the photographer is dressed like that..."

Oddly, PhotoMan and Psycholgi hadn't shown up, so Hyde still had the reins on where to go next. The remaining three sisters were all here and ready for a shoot, it seemed.
“Ooh, did we get it?” Hyde teased, playing with the lens on her camera. “Did you blink? I think you blinked, didn’t you? Hmhm… No, you’re probably fine,” she admitted, unstrapping the helmet at her chin. “I really don’t know how to check the picture for you, though. We’ll have to wait until PhotoBoy is back.”

Hyde gave Cosmo a big grin as they played with each other’s faces for a moment, not showing any shame about her distinct teeth while inviting him to explore them. She didn’t have any more interest in getting his smile than she did in making him smile, though, so she gladly turned her attention back to the sisters as they started pouring in. “Oh, Calistheti, you got the-“ she started, covering her mouth with her hand for a sudden stop and smiling. “The Bonesaw!” She pulled the helmet off of her head and held it in the crook of her arm, using her left hand to give her scrunched-up hat an ineffective touch-up. “I’d heard you weren’t coming. Well, it’ll be difficult to pencil you in, but when you show up looking so bloody adorable and with a heart in your hands, how can I say no?”

Hyde skipped over towards the group, past the two sisters she’d met and up to the new acquaintance, leaning in towards Bonesaw without regards to the state she’d arrived in. “Well, you know what kind of shoot we’re doing, don’t you? We’re doing what sells! But if you’re not stripping down, dear, I’ll do the best I can with what I’ve got. Since you’re in a hurry, let’s go ahead and get yours done. A shot in your office or operating theater should be the best advertising! Lead the way, would you?”

As Hyde waited for the other doctor to do so, she turned to Calistheti, giving her a wink. We’ll do Pharmaceuti’s after that, okay? You can hold on until then, right?” she asked, winking again. “Oh, and did you happen to see PhotoMan on the way? I wonder if he decided to schedule a private consultation with your lovely sister, heehee!” she giggled. She didn’t think that was likely, considering how Psychologi had seemed to be a little much for him. It was easier to imagine she’d detained him somehow.

… She paused, remembering Pharmaceuti was actually supposed to retrieve PhotoMan, but hadn’t done so. In any case, Hyde was so tickled with her imagination of PhotoMan and Psychologi getting up to business in her office that she decided not to ask. Instead, she decided to send him a message:


Paging PhotoMan? Are you still among the living? Most of us are heading over to Bonesaw’s office, if you care to join for some more free medical professional eye candy!
"Your bedside manner needs work! You just about gave me a heart attack with that mere suggestion," Cosmo sighed, then flashed his teeth and joked. "Of course, even if I did, there are plenty of doctors here that could help with that. Though I wonder if any of them could help with that..."

"Of course I could! My heart medicine is very effective," Pharmaceuti bristled, already rifling through her coat for the right medicine.

"... After the heart attack?" Cosmo asked, incredulously.

Bonesaw wore a concerned expression as she looked between her sisters, her single brother, and her photographer. Something on her face and in her sigh seemed to say "of course, we'd get a photographer like this." It was true that, among this mad menagerie of doctors, Hyde fit in perhaps a bit better than most places, apart from her appearance, which didn't match that of the other doctors so nearly as they did each other. "My workplace... really isn't the best place for a photoshoot. But I don't have an office apart from that..." she mumbled, looking at the floor with an uncertain expression.

"True, the only worse one is Psychologi's," Calistheti agreed.

"Ah, but we'd break theme if we did it anywhere else, given that we've used workspaces for the past two. Let's do it in your office, yes?" Cosmo suggested, with a smile on his face that probably wouldn't erase Hyde's memory of the fact that he wanted his photo to come out better than that of his sisters'. "I'm sure it will be the most natural there."

Bonesaw's sour expression seemed to suggest that she disagreed, but she submitted. "Let's head there. I'll switch the gate," she informed the others, before turning the knob on the warp gate they'd used earlier. She stepped in first.

Calistheti hung behind the others a bit, since Hyde had a question for her. "PhotoMan? Oh, come to think of it, he hasn't turned up in yet, huh? No, I didn't see him in Pharmaceuti's office," she pointed out. "Sheesh... Some photographer, huh? Where is he, slacking off and making you do all the work? If you ask me, guys tend to be a little lazier than girls when it comes to work ethic. Like my patients... if they're men, you wouldn't think they'd be so upset when I tell them they ought to do pushups and crunches! Really?" she ranted on, perhaps showing a different side of herself. "That photographer looked like he could do with a couple pushups himself."

That aside, the two continued on to Bonesaw's office which was, simply put, a horror. If Psychologi's was R rated for sexual content, this one was the same for blood. Navi data of all kinds, whether red or green or actual fragments of navi, was scattered all over the floor and on the big, metal slabs she used for patients. Those slabs were mostly curtained off, but enough were open for Hyde to get a gist of the grisly scene inside of them. Leather straps for the hands and feet were also included... and atop many of them were scattered tools, including amputation saws, bandages, and other devices that looked to be designed for pinching, pulling, holding open, sewing shut, and all sorts of other tasks that could easily make one lose their lunch, adding more navi bodily contents to the floor of the horrible room.

Worse yet, the place was pretty dimly lit. There appeared to be cabinets and racks full of more tools on one side of the room and a small, metal office desk on the other side, with a lamp for extra light and a few scattered papers, as well as rags for wiping down. Perhaps for that reason, the papers and things on the desk seemed comparatively clean. It was probably the only sanitary place to take a photo in this whole room. "I apologize... I've had patients today and haven't had a chance to do clean-up," Bonesaw pointed out. As if in punctuation, a loud, male groan came from behind one of the curtains. Apparently, she actually still had a patient. She walked over quickly and stuck her head in. "Is it holding on?" The answer was inaudible. "Good. Okay. We're going to be doing some other work in here. I'll try to keep the noise down. Please, try to rest. It will fall off again if you move too much before the glue sets and I have a chance to apply the cast."

As she stepped back toward them, PhotoMan reappeared, though he looked very pale and as though he might faint from the sight of the room. "I figured it would be faster if I just came to you, Hyde. I must admit... I was not bold enough to leave the hiding space I'd chosen until you told me you'd joined Bonesaw for a photoshoot," he confessed, hanging his head slightly.

Bonesaw didn't look particularly put off by that and shook her head. "I can understand why you're shocked. After all... I hadn't done clean-up yet," she reiterated, perhaps implying that once she did, her appearance would be significantly nicer. However... by the looks of it, navi data was caked onto just about everything, from her own gear to just about everything apart from the desk and rags in her workspace. It was hard to imagine it ever came off. "So, Hyde, I'd like to do this quickly. Where should we start? And everyone else, feel free to take a seat wherever you like."

"Where is a decent place to take a seat in this...?" Cosmo asked, looking a little squeamish himself. Calistheti rolled her eyes at his comment. Before they went anywhere, though, they'd need to know what space Hyde needed for her shoot.
Hyde nodded along with Cosmo’s insistence. Naturally, she could use context clues to guess how ill-suited Bonesaw’s office would probably be for this sort of photoshoot: of course, for the twisted doctor, that was part of the point. “True, true. This whole scheme will fall apart if we don’t take the shoots in the appropriate places. We want customers lining up and visiting the offices to point out the various furniture the medical professionals they saw on the Net were draped over. It’s very, very important to my creative vision as well,” she added, putting her hands into two “L” shapes again and pantomiming a camera box. “Let’s see. For you, I’m thinking the charm point is…” she tapered off, beginning to strafe around Bonesaw and crouch lower as she walked. Suddenly, she stood straight again and clapped her hands, grinning broadly. “Let’s wait and see, okay?”

Hopefully, that would get Bonesaw walking ahead so that Hyde could hang behind and spaeak to Calistheti privately. “Oh, I definitely agree. So good to find hard help these days! Or, hm, you know what I mean,” she added with a flourish of her hand, beginning to step forward. “Well, I’ll be counting on you for that special ticket to even your sister out later,” Hyde told her, crossing her arms as she stepped into the teleporter. “It’ll all be worth it when the customers start pouring in.”

Hyde found herself in the next gruesome office, another space which ought to provide some easy suggestion of how its occupying doctor could make changes to increase their business. For Hyde, however, the challenge presented was how to turn it into appropriate (or hilariously inappropriate) backdrop for a sexy photoshoot, especially when her target hadn’t consented to dressing down. It might be fun to try and wrestle garments from her anyway, but that wasn’t really Hyde’s style.

Still… even in this mindset, Hyde was a medical professional. She didn’t know if things were as unsanitary as they looked, and she didn’t know if Bonesaw’s programming was vulnerable to infection from contact… but considering the medical scrubs and the mask, it was a possibility. Striking out every surface with too much gore on it to consider left a very limited selection. She was just starting to get her ideas together when PhotoMan re-appeared. She giggled at his confession. “Haha, but as you can see, Bonesaw is perfectly harmless! Why, she’s a sharp doctor on the cutting edge of her field! The bleeding edge, you might say! Ah, but listen to me gushing,” she finally finished. “Let’s cuddle, deary. I mean, huddle!” she corrected herself, pulling him in close and leading him from the others. “Creative meeting.”

Hyde leaned in even closer to speak in a conspiring whisper. “Bonesaw here, unfortunately, is a little more reserved then her siblings and isn’t on board with the getting down to skivvies. My task is to make a sexy shot in spite of that, but I’ve got a surprise for when I get my hands on her… It’s going to take teamwork, okay? Now, while I honestly think it would be better if you handled my part, I can tell you’re not at one hundred right now.” She said this, giving a sympathetic smile and pat-patting his shoulder. “So, you’re going to run interference. Act like you’re composing the shot. Tell Bonesaw to go to her desk and face away towards her office, away from the operating theater. You stand where she’s looking and don’t let her look this way, while you talk about the shot. Make sure she puts her hands palms down on the desk and leans over it… besides that, you can do what you want. Run along! Don’t worry, nobody’s going to be hurt, I promise.” Hyde fluttered her eyelashes and pat him a couple more times. Of course, having shown him what she had, there was no guarantee PhotoMan would go along with it unless she explained more; in that case, she’d go into detail about what she was about to do. And if that somehow didn’t sell him on the idea, she’d just have to think up a plan B.

Assuming she was able to get him on board, Hyde stood with her arms crossed, surveying the room in a pacing circle as though looking for inspiration. In reality, all Hyde was looking for was a chance, making sure her pacing circle frequently let her observe PhotoMan and Bonesaw’s position. If she saw an opportunity, with Bonesaw looking away, she would gleefully dash for a bucket of drained gore she’d spotted earlier. With madness glinting in her eyes from the dark part of the room, Hyde would put a finger to her lips in a shushing gesture for any of the other doctors watching her, sliding the helmet back onto her head. She would then plunge her hands in to the doubtlessly unsanitary pail. The doctor would slide her hands out to minimize any splashing noise, then begin a silent glide towards the two at the desk, her legs moving in exaggerated bows as her white grin flashed and colorful hands dripped.

Assuming she wasn’t caught red-handed before she could reach her target, Hyde would finally slide in towards her target. With a manic “Honk honk!” she would goose Bonesaw, clapping one hand onto each cheek of her behind and playing with them, aiming to leave a suggestive stain and, while not trying to pants her target, perhaps displace her scrubs a bit and get a hint of band showing at the waist. The recommendation to have Bonesaw keep her hands on her desk was to put her in a mindset that would stop her from moving quickly and flexibly. Still, there would be a strong chance that she was about to offer a horse kick in retribution. Hyde needed to be wary of both retaliation and of Bonesaw turning around too quickly. Therefore, without wasting too much time, she would slide back on the floor to get a low angle series of rapid shots of her target in the affected state, hoping even in the crazy part of her mind that this part of the floor close to Bonesaw’s desk was clean (Hyde wouldn’t bother to check beforehand).

Whether she got away with her plan or got some free, unauthorized dental work, Hyde would cackle, holding up her hands in either a plea for mercy or a taunt, depending on your perspective. “Ahahaha, bloody good fun, wouldn’t you say?! It’d be so nice if you could let me know where I can scrub down, my dear…~”