[Sickbay]: Round Eight Scans and Vaccines

[ten_fwd_npcs]

O-kay, so things have been a little ... odd on the ship. Some people have been acting rather out of character, ducking their duties for romantic escapades or complaining that their good friends aren't quite themselves. Romance may be in the air, but the CMO has other ideas. Like maybe an alien pest who likes to play tricks on people. Her sickbay hasn't gone unaffected, but luckily the strange effects are beginning to wear off and people are returning to work. Still, she's prepared to treat anything. Just please assure her you were safe and responsible if you, uh, made a special friend.

If this is your first trip to Sickbay, you may be surprised to see that it's a fairly ordinary-looking hospital. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you might see in a sci-fi thriller. The biobeds along the walls are equipped with biofunction monitors, but look fairly standard. Instead of silver trays filled with metal tools and sawblades, there are an array of small devices that look as harmless as cell phones. As for the staff, they're all well-groomed and friendly. As a matter of fact, all personnel look harmless. Well, relatively harmless.

If you're new to the ship, no doubt you've been escorted here by the security team. Nothing to worry about, the doctors just want to make sure you aren't carrying any viruses or are vulnerable to terrible space disease. Once you've been checked over — a quick scan from a tricorder and any necessary vaccines — you'll be free to go. Lollipops are optional.

"All right, step on in," one of them calls out as you enter. "Don't be afraid. It's just a scan and a hypospray, nothing to worry about."


[ooc: Sickbay is, as always, OTA! For new characters: tagging isn't mandatory but IC going to sickbay is. If you'd prefer to skip threading with one of our doctors, you can handwave that your character got a clean bill of health and a shot and were sent on their merry way. For those who are tagging: if you have a preference which doctor sees your character, please specify in the subject line of your tag who you would like (Beverly Crusher, Julian Bashir, Sam Wilson, Mack Gerhardt, and Merlin are definitely on deck, with possible appearances by others). There is a post up in the OOC comm with more details if you have any questions.]

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Room 1629: Chief medical officer's office

[ten_fwd_npcs]

Shortly before the new patient scans are scheduled to begin, Dr. Beverly Crusher can be found in her adjacent office. She should have a few minutes to spare for meeting with potential volunteers or answering vital questions.

Don't be shy, she won't bite.

Bruce to Beverly

[doctorbrucebanner]

Bruce arrived, unsure, nervous, but wanting to get this over with. Since he had questions in addition to being checked out, he was hopeful he could talk to the CMO ahead of time, and it appeared he had chosen well. Carefully, he knocked, his modified PADD strapped to one hip as he waited.

[ten_fwd_npcs]

"Just one moment," Beverly calls from her place behind her desk. She's preparing her notes for the latest round of checkups.

Once she has reached a decent stopping point, she glances up and moves away from her desk. "Yes? How can I help you?"

[magnetic_magpie]

He'd been debating since Lorna had shown up and made her - perfectly reasonable - objections to a medical scan clear. Which Julian had won a measure of trust from him, it had been very hard won with more than a few from his world showing up...

They might trust him over strangers. He would.

Which lead to him knocking lightly on Dr. Crusher's door, to offer his services.

[ten_fwd_npcs]

"Come in," Beverly calls.

She's seated behind her desk, making a few notations on a PADD while she waits for the security team to organize this latest round of new arrivals. She recognizes the man who enters, though she didn't see to him herself. His abilities are extraordinary, which means his notes stood out from the rest once all the checkups had been completed.

"How can I help you?" she asks.

[imaginary_wife]

This wasn't home. This was far away, unfamiliar. No people that she knew, either individual or as a Votan race, were here (at least as far as she knew).

But there was still the chance for Meh Yewll to do some good, to pay penance for what she was asked to do by the Votanis Collective during the Pale Wars. This was a place where she could help people- and the only way she could help people.

But she ran her clinic back home, and she had to temper her "in-charge" nature some. Not much, though, as she walked in confidently and with a touch of swagger, holding her medical bag at her side. "Dr. Crusher?" She paused. The woman was a very pretty human. She moved on with purpose. "I'm Dr. Yewll." She extended her hand in traditional human greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you. And an even bigger pleasure to see your infirmary."

Meh Yewll wasn't one to sputter meaningless compliments so that was absolute, blatant fact.

Sam! I'm sorry.

[onewomansopinion]

Escorted probably wasn't quite the right word for how Johanna arrived there. Marched, guarded were a little closer to it. Even after Finnick had talked to her, she had been calming down then, taking her away from that calming influence (which was an odd thing to say given their past) had not helped. The ax was still close by her, someone had some sense in letting her keep it and letting her feel a little reassured that way. She hadn't attacked anyone with it, no one had given her reason to.

Yet.

There was always a yet lurking. Something was going to happen. It always did. Waiting was the worst part.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

When the woman with an axe is all but marched into the sickbay, Sam considers the situation for about half a second before he heads over to meet them. He’s more than capable of doing the necessary check up, and anyone who feels like they need to take a weapon into the sickbay is definitely someone that has his attention.

He keeps his posture relaxed as he approaches, making himself as much of a non-threat as possible, but there’s still a part of him that’s very aware of that axe. He’s still a soldier, he can’t help it.

“Hey,” he greets. “I’m Sam Wilson, they give you a run down on this place?”

Julian!

[captainproton]

For someone who hadn't been on any other Starfleet or Federation vessel, space station or base in seven years, this was kind of awkward. Made even more awkward by Tom's previous prison time, combined with his court martial after the deaths of crewmates on board the Exeter. Not that anyone knew that. To most everyone, Tom looked like your average, every day Starfleet officer, even if this particular one hadn't stepped a foot in the Alpha Quadrant in years, and probably wouldn't ever again.

Truth be told, Tom Paris was a bit nervous.This wasn't Voyager and the doctors here weren't the EMH. For all he knew, one of these guys had been present at his court martial.

Maybe he could just give himself a clean bill of health and whatever hypo they wanted and walk out? Moseying over to a seemingly unused medical tricorder, he picked it up, and started scanning himself. Maybe all those double shifts in sickbay were about to pay off?

[asklepian]

Julian hadn't been present at his court martial, but he had heard about it--he and Tom Paris hadn't been particularly close, but they'd been classmates at the Academy. Sort of. Julian had been the TA for a biochem class that he'd taken.

"Tom?"

He was holding a tricorder just like he belonged there, but Julian hadn't seen Tom Paris come through here before.

"I do hope you don't think you'll sneak out of here without one of us seeing to you."

Julian

[dust_of_life]

Oh, Fatima did not care for the escort. She gave more than a few dirty looks to each member of the security team, as they walked her down into the medical facility. On an intellectual level, she got it, of course. She understood the concept of quarantine and how she was an uninvited guest to this party.

It was just that she hated doctors. She really, really hated doctors.

In all reality, after she'd gotten all of her childhood vaccinations, she'd never been to a hospital again. She'd broken every one of her fingers and most of her toes. Sprained both wrists and both ankles. Been stabbed, shot at, and burned. But she'd relied on her own rapid healing and cellular regeneration to take care of that problem. Doctors just meant questions, questions that would doubtlessly shed way too much light on the secrets behind the Masquerade. So, like her mother before her, she'd avoided them at all costs.

There was also the fact that she'd spent the last year being experimented on by an evil corporation. Yeah, that wasn't helping either.

Re: Julian

[asklepian]

Julian is immune to dirty looks and is a fount of good cheer and rainbows on most days--today is not an exception. He intercepts the security team and Fatima just after they walk in the door--giving each a friendly smile and a nod.

"Hello there, I'm Doctor Bashir--gentlemen, thank you for accompanying our guest." There's not clear dismissal in his tone, but the two ensigns do shrug and walk out the door, apparently feeling they were no longer needed.

"I do apologize for all this, but it is rather necessary--everyone that comes on board a Starfleet ship has to be cleared." He shrugs helplessly. "If you would come with me, I'll make sure I get you on your way as quickly as possible."

OPEN

[thankyou_boss]

Tony strolled into sick bay, finding out that he needed to check in or whatever. He really hated doctors through. Ever since he had the plague he had been forced, practically being pulled by the hair to see Brad for his yearly examine.

He walked into sick back, looking around.

[themerlin]

Merlin smiled as he walked over. "Welcome to Sickbay. You're new to the ship, then?" He extended a hand, nodding. "I'm Merlin, a medical aide here."

He wore a shirt and pants, circa 1980's earth, with bright red tennis shoes on his feet and a fedora on his head.

OTA! She'd prefer a lady tho

[willfultongue]

New people on the ship had to report to Sickbay for checkups, eh? Well, she didn't have a body, but maybe this would be the opportunity to ask about one. There had to be someone here that could help her with that.

So on a PADD that someone had perhaps been trying to use came the face of an adorable Korean girl. "Er, hello! New people were supposed to come to sickbay, right? Am I interrupting?"

[ten_fwd_npcs]

Well, she had been making patient notations on this particular PADD, but Beverly can go with the flow. It's practically a necessity on this ship.

"Oh!" she exclaims, blinking at the girl. She can't resist the urge to turn the PADD over, just to be sure this is all there is of her. "Hello? You're ... new to the ship?"

Beverly frowns. Well, she's going to have to ask sometime. "Is this all of you there is?"

OTA, but please be ready to deal with a butthead

[magneticxman]

Lorna did not want to be there. She didn't want to be scanned, she didn't need immunizations, and she wasn't going to play by the rules just because some alien government demanded she do so. The only reason she was there at all was to refuse medical care and agree to remain in quarantine.

She radiated annoyance and strode into the medical bay like the seasoned asskicker she was. She held her hands tight to her sides, her chin up and her entire body ready to fight.

[themerlin]

Merlin peered over at the new arrival. And then began to move toward her. He was every bit the appearance of a kindly grandfather, and had no lab coat, and no special doctoral equipment with him.

"Excuse me, miss, are you here for the beginning check up and inoculations?" He smiled when he asked, and extended a hand to her to shake her hand.

OTA

[whathemademe]

Jack is...mostly convinced he's not hallucinating or drugged or in some sort of fever dream, but he hasn't quite ruled the possibility out.

Which is why he hadn't fought the security officers too much when they nearly frog-marched him to sickbay. On instinct and principle he's not a fan of behaving himself--and if this 'Starfleet' is some branch of military, it's got him even more leery.

Jack was an officer, he's comfortable with military. But this is military in space, all right, and while some things may be the same some things must be fundamentally different.

[notalwaysstrong]

"Wanna come sit down?"

The voice comes from a man who, certainly, doesn't look the part of a doctor of the future. He's in a red plaid shirt, jeans, brown cowboy boots... He looks like he'd be more comfortable on a ranch than a sickbay, if it weren't for the Tricorder in one hand and the Combadge on his breast.

Of course, he also doesn't look like he's messing around.

OTA

[bienmourir]

In truth, with Enjolras' bloody and somewhat unusual arrival he hadn't really left sickbay since day one. There was something about showing up with eight bullet wounds that really tended to throw a place into a tizzy. Nothing, of course, that the medical personnel of the Enterprise weren't equipped to deal with- but still, not exactly expected.

He'd barely spoken to anyone at first; partially because he wasn't able. Two of the slugs had ruptured his lungs, another had grazed his heart. That he hadn't been dead the instant he was winked in was either a miracle, or some sort of perverse, and twisted curse. He could not decide which. Keeping him alive had been a close thing, even with all of the Enterprise's advanced medical technologies.

So, there he was. Sitting up carefully and looking forlorn, gently prodding at the places where the wounds that should have killed him had been, trying to come to grips with everything he had witnessed and experienced thus far.

[loiseau_ou_la_cage]

Elizabeth wasn't a doctor, but she was a compassionate person. Once she had her shots and her infant was looked over she made her way over to the man who seemed to be confused and under heavy medical intervention.

She smiled softly and approached slowly. "Do you know where you are, or did you just wake up?"

/sneaks in with a doctor

[osirian_doctor]

For a ship that, so far, has found itself in fewer scrapes than Serenity, with only a couple of planetside visits since Simon arrived here, and only one of those being particularly traumatic, Simon is still finding plenty to occupy his abilities as a trauma surgeon.

The young man had arrived dressed like he was from the ancient past, and wounded from some sort of firefight. It had taken the doctors on duty long and difficult surgery to save him, but they had, Simon and his new colleagues.

Trauma surgery was always what he was best at, and the new time and world makes no difference to that.

He's not on duty for the scans this month, but he does have rounds to do, so when he sees his latest patient, he takes a tricorder and goes over to him.

"How are you feeling?"

for worf and julian

[caelus]

Jim couldn't handle being in the temporary rooms anymore, so he was back in Ten Forward, working through some of the requests he had on his PADD from when he'd been whisked away from his Enterprise. He was on his second cup of coffee, and his head was starting to hurt. Again.

God, maybe it was stress? Reading the tiny text on the PADD? Ugh.

He was just considering putting the requests away for a time when a shadow sort of---eclipsed his chair. Okay, maybe that was a little over-dramatic, but ---well, damn. That's a really big Klingon guy. In a Starfleet uniform. That was so weird.

He offers him a tight smile. "Let me guess, you're here to escort me to Sickbay?"

[ten_fwd_npcs]

If he was asking Worf, he would say the only weird Starfleet officer in the room was Jim. Worf at least belongs in this timeline.

"Yes," he answers, and then he waits expectantly for Kirk to rise.

He is not the first James Kirk Worf has met. He wonders if the missing memories when they come and go from the ship is meant to make his duties harder, or if Q simply likes presenting him with passengers who are not fond of Klingons.