[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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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.

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.

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?"