[Sickbay]: Round Sixteen Scans and Vaccines

[ten_fwd_npcs]

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 — even the more unusual aliens.

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 and open until the next one goes up for latecomers! 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. 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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[ethnobotany]

Beverly really does appreciate that he isn't making a fuss about all of this. It helps when her patients are cooperative.

Having someone else know her name before the meet isn't uncommon here. It might have been in Zelien, but here she is the Chief Medical Officer and most people know her on sight, even if she doesn't know them. Add to that the fact that she is pretty well-known among Starfleet officers to begin with, and will someday be even more so due to the Borg, she isn't really all that unnerved.

With the hypopray having been administered, she makes notes of what he gives her, nodding. "That sounds very interesting," she says honestly, enjoying getting to meet a new species. "I think that's all I need from you. You're free to go, unless you have questions for me."

[ashes_ascended]

Because of his mother and her work, and because he often develops a harmless sort of crush on certain women; Phoenix finds himself liking Dr Crusher, and not wishing to make a nuisance of himself - she must be a busy lady - he stands. Being what he is, Phoenix never suffers from dizziness by standing up too quickly. However, this time he stumbles and puts a hand to his head.

His Knowing kicks in, and he gets a strong impression from the celestial records that he was only half-heartedly looking for.

"Sorry.. it's. My senses have been unreliable since I got here, then I get a blast of information I haven't requested."

[ethnobotany]

Beverly watches with no small amount of concern, stepping forward just to be sure she doesn't need to catch him. She can and she will if needed.

"It's all right. You can stay as long as you need to. Sometimes being here is an adjustment not just in the physical sense, but also mental and emotional." And with whatever abilities some people come with. That seems to be a common thread.

[ashes_ascended]

He does decide to sit back down. If injured, which can happen if he's fought with a powerful being, the angel prefers to lie quietly somewhere and heal rather than tolerate medical assistance. But this isn't an injury, and attempting to walk could prove embarrassing.

"Kinda fills up my head, like when you have a vivid dream." Usually when this happens, someone needs his help; although that's not always the case. The angel looks up at Beverly. "You're out of your time, like me."

[ethnobotany]

Whatever this ability of his is, it's new to her. She hasn't experienced anything like it. Though to be fair, what he offers to her is fairly common knowledge at this point. So she just nods slowly in confirmation.

"That's right," she affirms. "That's pretty standard knowledge around the ship. Most people know I'm not the doctor who should be here."

Doesn't make things any easier for her, though. Sometimes she wishes she were back in Zelien so she would stop feeling this insatiable guilt about the other version being stuck in such a horrible place and the fact that she isn't the person they need and want.

"Is that a problem?"

[ashes_ascended]

Although he's keeping his voice quiet, so as not to broadcast Beverly's personal business around sickbay, Phoenix takes her reply as reassuring. If it's common knowledge, that's probably okay.

"Only 'cause of your Prime Directive, and my people have our own rules about temporal travel. Coming from over a hundred years into your future, I have to watch what I say," he adds a little wryly. Then the angel 'sees' something else. "This is the NCC-1701-D. You belong here, but ... you don't at the same time."

[ethnobotany]

To have someone else around who has to watch the Prime Directive, even in front of her is new. "Believe me, we all appreciate that you are. I know how difficult it can be." She knows very well the difficulties of keeping things secret.

"There's a version of me who should be here," she agrees slowly, "but it isn't me. I should be on another starship, though I was last somewhere else entirely. I always thought my escape would mean I would be returned to my timeline. Instead, Q felt fit to bring me here."

The big questions are whether or not he knows about the Enterprise-E and whether he knows or can sense Zelien. It would be... interesting to find out about the latter, especially with regard to how different she is from the version of herself who should be here. Different and yet similar.

[ashes_ascended]

It may prove to be even harder for an angel, one might think. A being highly motivated to protect and preserve. Phoenix has been bouncing around time on certain business for much of his existence, and he's reasonably well-practised in holding his tongue. Although he has broken rules to prevent major disasters.

"The Enterprise after this one. NCC-1701-E." He's not familiar with the minutae of the starship's history, All he can get is that number. There's a sense too, of where Beverly Crusher has come from. Just an impression of survival, unconnected to Enterprise.

[ethnobotany]

They may yet get along quite well if that's the case.

Beverly tilts her head slightly and nods cautiously. "You're well-informed." His ability certainly seems accurate enough. "That's something I'm trying to keep to myself. They don't... know of a lot of things that happen prior to the commission of my current starship. I'd rather that they didn't know until it's appropriate."

Hopefully, she won't be around for that. She's really, really hoping this timeline will eventually smooth out and that Q will quit playing with them like mice.

[ashes_ascended]

“Only when it's working,” He admits, a little ruefully. He should be far more well informed than this. Maybe his access will even out over his stay on the starship.

Phoenix listens to Beverly and nods. For all he knows there's going to be the kind of trouble that leads to the next ship having to be built. That sort of knowledge of the crew's future can can really mess up a timeline. “Don't get me wrong. All this is between you and me. Not just 'cause of the rules, but I've always respected...” he shrugs “..client confidentiality.”

[ethnobotany]

She nods in understanding, glad that she won't have to get upset about that or explain why it would be a problem. He seems to have a decent head on his shoulders where the future and information are concerned. That's good.

"I appreciate that," she says, a soft smile forming. "I don't think there's anything else I need from you here, but you're always welcome to come find me if you need anything."

[ashes_ascended]

There are times when Phoenix can be a complete plank; but he's so far out of his jurisdiction here, that he's careful not to go making waves. He may also have matured a little over his past decade.

"Okay. Well it's good to meet you." He smiles at Doctor Crusher and stands again, this time a little more slowly, without wobbling. Then he has an afterthought. "If medbay ever needs someone with a healing ability, just let me know? I could help out in any emergency?"

[ethnobotany]

A healer? That would do wonders in a crisis. Her smile warms and widens gratefully. "I'll keep that in mind. With Q around, I'm sure we'll need the help sooner or later," she says dryly. Mostly joking, but the lingering threat is always there with Q. He did introduce them to the Borg, after all. "Thank you. Take care, all right?"