[Sickbay]: Round Thirteen Scans and Vaccines

[ten_fwd_npcs]

For those entering for the first time, no doubt you've been escorted here by the security team. 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 — even the more unusual aliens.

There's nothing to worry about, the doctors just want to make sure you aren't carrying any viruses or are vulnerable to catching new diseases. 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 and open for backtagging! 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. Julian Bashir is acting as head of the medical staff for the time being, so if anyone needs to ask him questions, tag in for him. For everyone else getting standard checkups, tag in specifying which doctor you would prefer in the subject line of your tag, otherwise one will leap on you as they are available. There is a post up in the OOC comm with more details about Sickbay and which doctors are on deck this month, if you have any questions.]

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OTA and Whoever is Free Doctor Wise

[redarrowqueen]

Thea Queen was already in sickbay but then passing out within minutes of being stabbed landed her there on day one. But now that she was offically awake she was half people watching, half occasionally touching the spot she knew the sword stabbed her at (and relieved her necklace was still there) and half wishing for some really strong coffee and maybe something to eat. She also had another concern: the status of her bow and arrows and the chance of a relapse (given her sorrid history when it came to pills especially).

But there was a deer in the headlights look in the young woman's eyes, it had been a strange few days and things were simply getting stranger by the second.

[atadiscoverer]

"Oh, you're awake."

The voice comes from a man in a lab-coat, dressed very much like a doctor. His accent is Scottish; soft and affecting a pleasant tone. He smiles at Thea, walking over.

"My name is Dr. Beckett. How are you feeling?"

[redarrowqueen]

"Confused as heck but a bit more myself and craving coffee." Thea could not help but be honest. "And did anyone see a bow and some arrows?" she finally asked, hoping someone had found the gear she grabbed mid fight. But Thea had plenty of questions given prior history, she just had to get up the courage to even consider asking them.

[atadiscoverer]

He's going to take his Tricorder out, detatching the hand scanner to start checking over Thea's vitals.

"That's understandable. I can explain everything as best I can, but it may seem a wee bit crazy." Says the man currently running a small, flashing-red device over her. "The easiest question is, aye, we found your bow and arrows. You'll get them back once you're discharged."

OTA

[impossibilities]

Grainne clutched the box she had with her to her side and looked around, warily. The infirmary of the Tower had seemed innocuous enough, too, but she was still waiting for the other shoe to drop, and the old familiar feelings of being trapped and helpless triggered by the abduction weren't helping matters. "I am not letting anyone touch me." She declared the second she was called, her face showing no expression at all despite the tumultuous emotions underneath the surface.

"I will not be scanned, either." She really, really did not want to try to explain what she was, if these scans were anything like Narvin's device. As friendly looking as the medical staff looked, she doubted they would take a flat 'I'm dead' as an excuse out, though at best that was only a technicality.

[theycallmetodd]

"Then you will remain in quarantine." The voice was deep, somewhat raspy, and with its dual tones a bit eerie. The person who had spoken approached her, and he appeared no more human than his voice. Tall and broad-shouldered, dressed completely in black, with reptilian-looking eyes and clawed fingers, he honestly looked a lot like the predator he was. Unlike the rest of the medical staff on board, the first impression he gave wasn't usually very friendly.

"Without a scan and vaccination, you will not be allowed to join the rest of the ship's population."

[impossibilities]

"Aye, and I would be perfectly fine with that." She showed no fear, despite the incredibly intimidating and slightly frightening appearance of the alien. Rather, he put her in mind of a Fomorian. Perhaps he could be reasoned with.

"Should you have some place for me to stay. I am afraid that your potions will not work on me, being the issue that I am immune to disease and poison both." Grainne sighed, doubting he would actually take that as truth. "And as for the scan, is there no concept of medical privacy in this era?"

[theycallmetodd]

"For this era? I would not know. But on board this ship? No, there is not. If there was, it would put the wellbeing of the crew and guests at stake." Personally he didn't care so much. There really wasn't much that could so much as put a dent in a Wraith's immune system. But, this far from home, who knew?

However, working in the sickbay gave him something to do with his time, amongst other things, and to remain there he had an interest in performing his assigned duties. That included not simply accepting patient's word as truth.

"But, if you insist, I am certain a cell could be arranged." He smiled a mirthless smile, showing rows of sharp teeth. "Though not many would so willingly go into such isolation."

OTA

[pythianwoman]

Zoey wasn’t particularly keen on visiting sickbay; she wasn’t particularly keen on doctors in general. She would much rather keep everything to herself. And she didn’t know much about this place; what would they do if there WERE some sort of markers in her blood? Or markers that could be picked up by their scanners? She refused to be anyone’s labrat.

But she didn’t have much choice, in this case. She would be stuck in quarantine until she did so. So she went, reluctantly, to the sickbay. Incredibly, INCREDIBLY reluctantly. And if she had her druthers this would be the last time she set foot in the place.

The replicators could probably provide basic medical supplies, after all. She hoped.

I'll hit your perms post if you hit mine please?

[magnetic_magpie]

Given his own reluctance to go to sickbay on arrival, it was only fair he'd eventually get his share of those patients. Karma owed him some payback for what he'd put Julian though.

So when he knocked and introduced himself - "Hello, I'm here to do your new arrive check up. Please, call me Erik." - he took a moment to look over the new patient. She didn't look willing to be here, he'd try to soothe whatever was causing her discomfort, but he knew some people would just always be uncomfortable in the sickbay. "What should I call you?"

Can do!

[pythianwoman]

Zoey looked up when someone knocked, more than a little bit warily. “Zoey. It’s a pleasure, Erik.” She might not be particularly enthused to be there, but she had manners. And as long as there wasn’t anything involving drawing her blood, she’d be even better. The scans were still a concern, but she couldn’t DO anything about them. She didn’t know what they could, or WOULD pick up, let alone if there was anything for them to pick up in the first bloody place.

Someday she would make friends with scientific types and research her gift that way. And medically. So she actually KNEW whether or not being wary was even necessary.

...I swear I replied to this.

[magnetic_magpie]

( perms post )

He smiled, softly, kindly. He did have experience reassuring patients, even if it had been a long while ago. A lifetime ago, really. "Hello Zoey, pleased to meet you."

He hooked a stool with his toes, pulled it over and sat down. Not many people used them - but he tended to. Old fashioned, but it put people at ease. At least that was his excuse. "I'm never quiet sure who had what explained to them, about the purpose of the medical screening. Do you have any questions or concerns? It only takes a few minutes."

OTA & Any doctor

[real_or_notreal]

Most of Peeta's walk here is a shamble torn between still trying to blink into awareness and being too tightly aware of every single detail passing him by. The colors of the carpet, and the patterns of the lines on the wall. It was probably wise of the first person who found him to suggest he went to sickbay. The doors open and he stands right in the doorway taking in the room. The people. The tech.

He's bedraggled. Wavy hair still sleep tussled here and half-flattened there. Sweat mostly dried since his arrival. Not so great sleep pants, that unfortunately, like the rest of him, which is bare to the air, are covered in deep, bright swatches of red. Everywhere. That makes it look like he's covered in blood. Across his chest, his arms, his pants, in his hair, over one ear, a part of a cheek and down one side his neck. In the pristinely perfect, exact color of fresh welling blood. But it's just paint. (This time.)

Peeta stares at the room, blinking. His expression more fluid suspicious resignation and annoyance than fear.

[atadiscoverer]

When security escort the young man into Sickbay, Carson looks up... and immediately heads on over. He doesn't look particularily well, and the red stuff is pretty alarming.

Of course, when he gets closer, he can see it's just paint. Still... something about Peeta's expression was worrying.

"Hello? My name's Dr. Beckett..." He frowns a bit deeper. "Would you like to come this way?"

[real_or_notreal]

Peeta would 'like' to avoid anything to do with The Capitol. Peeta would 'like' to wake up frozen in his bed even. Not here.

He's a little annoyed at the phrasing of the question and the even the tone of attempting to be helpful. It's not that he doesn't think they are. His own Prep Team and Stylist can be. People he's run into can be. They do seem to like their jobs, and genuinely want to do them. Even want to do them well. To take pointers and constructive criticism and suggestions from those they respect or esteem. They just don't care about how that falls out on anyone else beneath them.

Not the districts beneath them, and not the tributes from those, who are more like pets to manipulated before death.

Peeta didn't answer but he followed behind the man in the white coat, dutifully enough.
Argument and belligerence would not help him figure out what was going on.

You never learn anything if you aren't willing to play the game.

[atadiscoverer]

"Please, take a seat."

Carson indicates the biobed he's been working on, picking up his tricorder.

"This is a medical tricorder. It's a scanning device that'll help me find out if there's anything wrong with you, medically speaking." He folds it out, and the lights start bleeping and whirring. "I'm going to pass this wee device over your body a few times, take a few readings and get a medical baseline for our database. Is that okay?"

Not that he really has a choice, but the key part of medical treatment is to let the patient come to their own conclusions.

OTA

[feellikeibelong]

To say Helena didn't like doctors or hospitals was an understatement. Of course, given she was from the Victorian era initially, that wasn't surprising. Medical practices were still rather primeval at that point. Sometimes it was a miracle how the human race had survived.

So upon seeing sickbay, Helena tried not to make a face. Really, she wished Dr. Calder was here. At least she'd understand the somewhat medical anomaly that was Helena.

"Hypospray? What's that?" Helena was certainly going to worry, especially considering she was one hundred and forty-seven years old. Or was she one hundred and forty-eight now? She'd lost all sense of time while in Niflheim, but she'd go with being one hundred and forty-eight.

Re: OTA

[heartofasun]

"Hello, I'm Trance Gemini," Trance greeted her next patient cheerfully. In front of Helena stood a woman(?) with skin the color of deep oranges, golds and yellows which glittered in the artificial lights. On her head were two objects that might be horns, curling inward like a ram around her red braided dreadlocks.

"It uses compressed air to deliver medicine into your body without breaking the skin. You wont feel a thing, I promise."

Re: OTA

[feellikeibelong]

"Hello," Helena responded. To her credit, Helena didn't stare at Trance. She had an odd appearance, yes, but Helena had seen quite a few different races by this point, so she didn't even question. "I'm Helena Wells." Remembering her manners, she introduced herself as she listened to the explanation of the hypospray.

"So it is like an injection, only without the needle?" She wasn't afraid of needles by any means, but she was certainly for less pain when visiting the doctor. "And I suppose I need to give you my medical history as well?" Which could be colorful given the fact she'd been bronzed for one hundred and ten years, and she had some lingering effects from that unpleasant experience.

Since crusher won't be there, Any doctor is fine.

[ro_laren]

Ro looked TICKED as she came into the sickbay. She also looked 12.

"I need to speak with Doctor Crusher. Now," she snapped at the first ensign she spotted. She pulled at the collar of her own command red uniform, letting her finger brush the pip.

She might look 12, but she was still an ensign, and she refused to be treated like a stranger on the Enterprise. She wanted to know what was going on, and she wanted to know now.

She also wanted to know why her comn badge was not working correctly.

well, might as well be the acting cmo

[asklepian]

"Doctor Crusher is taking some personal time, I'm afraid. I'm serving as the interim CMO."

Julian smiles as he approaches the...seemingly young girl, though due to recent events, including his own experience, he's loathe to assume that her age is as she appears. Especially considering the uniform. He's concerned she was missed from the recent spat of deaging.

"I'm Doctor Bashir."

Re: well, might as well be the acting cmo

[ro_laren]

"Personal time?" She raised her brows. "An hour ago, she said the cure was nearly ready. In the last hour, she decided to take... personal time?"

The incredulous look she gave him fell somewhere between 'are you stupid?' and 'are you kidding me?'

"And I have never seen you working in Sickbay before, nor have I come across a Doctor Bashir on the ship's records. Someone needs to explain what is going on. Now."

Which might have been more impressive in her adult body. But the stern look on her face and her sharp tone might make it easier to imagine her as an adult.

Up for doctorin', and OTA in general!

[major_egret_msfsod]

As a combat pilot, Jackal had something of a love-hate relationship with medical professionals. She'd made use of their services often enough after missions, and she had the scars to prove it, but an unnecessary visit to a overly cautious doctor was a great way to get taken off flight ops. Of course, it wasn't like she was about to be allowed to fly anything very soon here, anyway, but the reluctance was still there. Even so, screening and inoculation were sensible precautions, and she wasn't one to pick a fight just because she didn't like the circumstances.

However, where some might show their apprehension with skittishness or fretting, Jackal just seemed tense and cross. Fortunately, the medical staff on board probably had enough experience with Worf to take that sort of attitude more or less in stride.

[captainproton]

Likewise, Voyager's helmsman wasn't exactly thrilled to be here. Holding a medical tricorder was not exactly like piloting a starship. And while Tom hadn't had much experience with Worf, he did have quite a lot of experience with a certain half-Klingon Chief Engineer.

Whom he'd much rather be talking to than you. No offense. But it seemed no matter which universe he was in, he couldn't get out of helping out at Sickbay.

"Welcome to Sickbay. I'm Tom Paris, I'll be your flight attendant this morning."

[major_egret_msfsod]

Oh, good, a medic with a sense of humor.

Jackal raised an eyebrow at him skeptically, but nodded, a bit curtly.

"Major Egret, MSFSOD."

She looked him over appraisingly, although anyone's guess what exactly she was appraising about him.

"...you're a medic, then."

She was either stating the obvious, or challenging him to outright lie about it if he really wasn't. Maybe he didn't come off very medical...?