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ten_fwd2015-02-21 06:47 pm
ten_fwd_npcs) wrote in ten_fwd2015-02-21 06:47 pm
[Sickbay]: Round Eight Scans and Vaccines
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.
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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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.
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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.
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This doctor doesn't look like a doctor, doesn't look like he belongs on this spaceship, which puts a little bit of Jack's unease at rest. Just a little bit, though, he's not one to be instantly lulled into a false sense of security by a comfortable pair of jeans.
He's not even Jack's type.
"You don't look like a doctor," he comments, hands curled around the edge of his seat and expression careless.
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"Any known history of transmittable diseases?" He asks, starting the standard questions. The Tricorder would pick up anything known by it, but you never know with alternate realities.
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He never said he didn't think he was a doctor, merely that he didn't look like one. There was a difference.
"Nothing that hasn't been taken care of." He glances around the room, both aware of the necessary total honesty and uncomfortable with the open room. "What does a scan and hypospray entail?"
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"Hold still, please?"
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Jack hasn't been squirming, but after having been ordered to sit still he's overcome with the urge to swing his legs. He behaves though, just sitting up a little straighter. "Are you looking for anything in particular?"
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"Done."
He folds the tricorder up, slotting the scanner back into it's slot. He reaches over, picking up the Hypospray, loading it up with the right vial.
"This is a general inocculisation. This is to stop you gettin' anythin' contageous. Flu, cold, chicken pox, Tarkelean Measels, stuff like that."
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Jack is eying the hypospray with no small amount of trepidation. That looks like it hurts, okay, more than a usual needle--and the idea of getting inoculated for alien diseases may be a little more comfortable than the reality.
He's also wondering how detail the scan was, if it's shown this future-space-doctor (whatever) the action Jack's seen.
...He's also starting to wonder what his doctor's name is. "Do you need my name or permission for any of this?"
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He pauses. "If you wanna speak to someone a bit more knowledgeable about this stuff, I can ask Dr. Crusher or Nurse Ogawa to come over."
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"Whatever. No, it's fine, go ahead. It's not like it could make anything worse." He rolls up his sleeve, assuming that's where the shot's going to go. "So I'm Jack," he drawls, since the doctor hadn't taken his hint about names. "What do I call you?"
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He replies, pressing the hypo to the bare skin. A painless hiss later and he lowers it again.
"Right, that's you all done. Thanks for not bein' a pain in the ass."
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Because their names rhyme.
Jack hisses, out of habit more than actual pain, and rubs his palm against the spot. "Well, I was sort of trying actively not to be one, so. You're welcome, I guess."
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Mack turns to start putting stuff away.
"We're done here. All clean. Security'll take care of you next."
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"...You're not from here, right? Do you have any advice?"