Deck Seven: Common Living Area for all the new guests

[fallaces_sunt]

The living area in the section of Deck Seven all of the 'guests' have been corralled isn't...terrible.

Comfortable, even.

Natasha - her suit jacket looking slightly rumpled despite her best efforts, especially around the sleeves thanks to being pulled over her Bites - has claimed herself a seat at one of the tables. It's a good spot, as far as she is concerned; not along the sides so it looks like she's hiding, and yet still maintaining clear lines of sight.

Not that she looks like she's observing lines of sight. No, at the moment, Natasha appears to be giving a set of three-dimensional chess her full attention.

Still in Ten Forward

[therighttime]

Everyone deals with stress and complications in different ways. Here's what Steph has to deal with:
-Space
-Another jump in the future
-Confinement to a bar, a stack of elevators, and a living area
-Alternate universe members of her own team - and herself, good Lord

At the moment, she's keeping her mind off things by staying in the busy bar area, doing her best to keep an eye on newcomers and crew alike. She has a tentative partnership established with Romanoff but alternate universe or not, she's yet to prove herself to the agent.

They're both supposed to be collecting intel, so that's what Steph is going to do.

But back on point: dealing with stress. One way is certainly work, and Steph can throw herself into it with the best of them. Working out does the same, though of course, no one offered her a chance at a gym. She could draw, but it's hard enough finding a pencil and pad of paper in the twenty-first century, she hasn't even seen paper on the Enterprise yet.

Luckily, her bag holds more than just her shield.

Unluckily, wi-fi must be a thing of the past.

Steph's phone isn't connecting to Draw Something.



Well.

Now she's really irritated.

[Sickbay]: Round One scans and vaccines

[ten_fwd_npcs]

[ Captain's Log: a Meeting with the Senior Staff. Wherein Picard discusses what to do with their new, er. "Guests." ]







As you enter sickbay tonight, escorted there by Lieutenant Worf and his security detail, you may notice it isn't all that unusual. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you could 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 Chief Medical Officer Crusher herself, she's well-groomed and kindly, wearing her teal uniform and a blue coat. No masks, no rubber gloves. The most dangerous thing about her is that maternal look in her eyes; the one that scolds you for not doing your homework, or leaving your dirty dishes in your room.

The crew makes no promises for Dr. McCoy, on the other hand. He isn't one of ours. You should probably watch your neck.

"All right, don't be shy," Dr. Crusher calls out as you enter. "Come in and sit down. It's just a scan and maybe a hypospray, nothing to worry about."

Probably.


[ooc: This is an open log for everybody. Tagging isn't mandatory, but going to sickbay is. So 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, we have Bones McCoy and Beverly Crusher (NPC) on deck, so if you'd prefer one over the other just specify it in your tag. If you would like more details about sickbay, here's the wiki page. If you haven't made your OP yet, you can assume the doctors will want to see your character shortly after they arrive.]