[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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[loiseau_ou_la_cage]

There was something in his expression that struck a chord deep in Elizabeth's heart. He looked so lost, but not because he was in space. She knew the feeling of being a stranger in a strange place, but he seemed to be suffering more than that.

She wondered if she ought to ask if he was okay. In the end she decided it was a ridiculous question. Instead she simply nodded in reply to his comment that they were in space. "We are. You're safe, if you were worried about that."

[bienmourir]

He gave a sharp, sardonic snort at her reply. In some faraway place in his heart, he understood why she might have thought that his sense of safety mattered, but nothing seemed to matter at all anymore. He should have died with his friends, but by some cruelty he had found himself here instead. Trapped without means of return, robbed of the martyrs death he had stood and prepared for willingly.

"Safety is an illusion, especially here," he replied dryly, "How can anyone claim to be safe, when they have been stolen from their home? How could safety even matter in such an instance- when there are far greater concerns to be found at hand?"

He stared at his own hands, eyes darkening and lips thinning as the blond avoided looking over at her.

[loiseau_ou_la_cage]

"There's no greater concern than that of one's safety. At least, none that apply here." Elizabeth spoke with conviction. She'd sacrificed herself for a cause as well. His attitude was far too familiar. "You'll have quite a learning curve I think. This is a good place. Try not to worry." It was the best she could offer him because it was all just a bit too much. Remembering her pain after Rapture wasn't high on her list of things to do.

[bienmourir]

Enjolras wasn't sure what he ought to have made of this advice; certainly wasn't sure whether or not he should be insulted or not. In the end chose not to be, simply because he sorely lacked the energy to do so.

"What did you say your name was?" he asked, though knew she had yet to give it Doubted her name would reveal anything more to him about this place or it's purpose, but still- having a name to call her by was far better than guessing, or worse, using Grantaire's method of just making up a nickname where necessary.