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[psl] Maine & York sign language lessons
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howkickassiam[ It hadn't been very long since Maine's injury. York and Delta had seen him in the infirmary now and then, whenever they went in for checkups. It hadn't escaped their notice that Maine didn't seem to be recovering as quickly or as well as York had. And, though Maine had never been a man of many words before all of this had happened, it bothered York that he seemingly had no way to communicate other than gestures and growls.
He sat and observed one such session in the infirmary until a nurse shooed him away. As he left, he felt the mental pressure from Delta that came when Delta wanted to interject some sort of unwanted thought at him. ]
What is it, D?
[ Delta's response came quickly and wordlessly, an impression instead of being verbal: sign language. ]
What? What do you mean, sign language?
I have been doing research in my spare time and I believe it would be helpful for Maine if we were able to teach him sign language.
Wait, we? I don't know any sign language, D.
But I have been learning. When you've been asleep.
[ And that was how it came to be that York spent the next couple of weeks cramming sign language lessons.
Now it was just a matter of figuring out how to broach the topic with Maine.
Somehow he had the idea it was best for the Project's leaders not to realize Maine was learning any sign language—it seemed like the kind of thing they would put pressure on him for if he didn't do it well. So York waited until after dinner one night, then went and approached Maine as he was preparing to dump his tray. ]
Hey, there, Maine. I was wondering if we could have a little chat. You know, walk and talk on the way back to quarters.
He sat and observed one such session in the infirmary until a nurse shooed him away. As he left, he felt the mental pressure from Delta that came when Delta wanted to interject some sort of unwanted thought at him. ]
What is it, D?
[ Delta's response came quickly and wordlessly, an impression instead of being verbal: sign language. ]
What? What do you mean, sign language?
I have been doing research in my spare time and I believe it would be helpful for Maine if we were able to teach him sign language.
Wait, we? I don't know any sign language, D.
But I have been learning. When you've been asleep.
[ And that was how it came to be that York spent the next couple of weeks cramming sign language lessons.
Now it was just a matter of figuring out how to broach the topic with Maine.
Somehow he had the idea it was best for the Project's leaders not to realize Maine was learning any sign language—it seemed like the kind of thing they would put pressure on him for if he didn't do it well. So York waited until after dinner one night, then went and approached Maine as he was preparing to dump his tray. ]
Hey, there, Maine. I was wondering if we could have a little chat. You know, walk and talk on the way back to quarters.
