[Sickbay]: Round Nineteen 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 will be a post up in the OOC comm shortly with more details about Sickbay and which doctors are on deck this month, if you have any questions.]

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Room 1629: Chief Medical Officer's office

[ethnobotany]

Today sees the Chief Medical Officer in her office as much as she possibly can be, but she is open for questions or interruptions. Despite the uniform she wears that is different from everyone else's, she's still settling in as well as she can. She always has things to do, but she is here to help as well, and her smile is bright and welcoming.

[last_ofthe_jedi]

On his way towards the sickbay with the other new passengers, Luke cranes his neck to get a view, curious about the differences in medical technology. He notices that there isn't a single droid in sight and that all the doctors and medical technicians are biological beings. That's a rather new concept to him, one he first noticed in Denouement.

Speaking of which, as he passes the Chief Medical Officer's office he can't help but glance inside–... and he does a double take. His eyes go a bit wide and he stares for a moment to make sure he's seeing what he's seeing.

"... Dr. Crusher?!"

[ethnobotany]

It's not uncommon to have people wander in asking for her, not even if she has never seen them before in her life. Now may be one of those times, unfortunately for Luke. Beverly glances up from the paperwork she's going over, managing a small but warm smile as she sees someone peering inside the office.

"Hello. Is there something I can do for you?" she asks politely, unaware that this young man knows a different version of her.

[last_ofthe_jedi]

As she looks up, as she answers him, and then shows no sign of recognition, Luke's hopeful look slowly fades. It gets replaced with a look of blatant disappointment and some vague confusion. Why doesn't she know him? Why isn't she saying his name? Sure, they weren't close in Denouement but Luke spent enough time in the hospital after the taint started affecting people.

And if he's honest, he had been desperately hoping that she knew something about the others from Denouement. Especially Cash.

"You don't recognize me," he says numbly, a statement of realization more than a question.

[ethnobotany]

Beverly knows that look and understands, vaguely, what it might mean. She's seen it on many people since her arrival here. This man knows her. She assumes, incorrectly, that he knew her other self, the one who should be here in her place.

"I'm sorry, I don't," she says apologetically. "But... I'm not the Doctor Crusher who should be here in this timeline. Perhaps you were looking for her?"

Of course, this brings up other questions for him, not that she knows. Namely, where is she supposed to be and where did she come from if not here?

Paging Simon Tam! OTA Otherwise

[radical_hacker]

Edward's bright red ponytail almost bounced behind her as security led the hacker to sickbay. She was a bit confused but once she got a look at the biobeds and some of the monitors her brain started spinning. "So need to pick someone's brain about the mechanics, the tech alone is unreal!" she giggled. But in spite of a few leftover bruises from her scooter's crash landing (and very well hidden ADHD even she does not know about given medical care in her time) she's a healthy young woman in her 20s.

[osirian_doctor]

"I'm hardly an expert, but I, uh, might know somebody."

Simon had spent most of the time since he'd first arrived here educating himself about the technology and techniques in use here and the differences between his own world and time and this one. He'd become familiar with the devices in Sickbay, but his understanding went to their clinical use, not their mechanical properties.

How the devices actually went together would be more Kaylee's province, given her natural skill with machines.

Simon approached the young woman with a tricorder in one hand, his manner more professional than friendly.

"Would you like to come with me? I'm Doctor Tam."

[radical_hacker]

"Ok and I'm Edward." Ed's cheery nature never seemed to fade. "I'm just curious since I'm just more at home behind a computer myself." she attempted to explain. She followed Dr. Tam along,"And hopefully its ok about my brain picking? There's just so much difference in the tech alone plus well its been awhile since medical care was even an option." she admits. She figured the less known about her life as a bounty hunter the better.

[osirian_doctor]

"The technology does take some getting used to," he conceded. "Uh, fortunately, you won't need to know how to use these."

Simon is the one doing the medical exam, and he's had more than a year of study, practice, and training on these machines now.

"I think most people are curious when they get here."

He gestured to one of the biobeds.

"If you could sit here, Edward. I just need to do a couple of scans and log some details for our records. Is there anything I should know? Any, uh, existing medical conditions or injuries?"

[radical_hacker]

As Edward hopped onto the biobed she admits,"My scooter crashed into a pillar when I got snagged so there's some bruises. And well life was on the road so food was hit and miss but beyond that I'm in decent shape." As she spoke her ponytail seemed to bounce as her hands were in full gesture mode.

(Beyond the ADHD and bruises from the crash she's in good shape all things considered. She's bound to be immune to at least one not so normal bug given being from 2080 as well.)

Any doctor

[techno_galen]

Galen was escorted into sickbay by two security guards. None of his tricks had stopped him from being noticed - a worry in itself - and he'd been unable to convince the authorities that he never got diseases. But he hadn't been violent and they hadn't needed to hold on to him.

He arrived in sickbay resigned to his fate. He was hoping he could disrupt the frequency the scanners were using, so they'd be useless. But something on this ship was interfering with his tech and he couldn't rely on it - a worry so big it dwarfed all others.

He just hoped that if he was scanned, and their scanners picked up the tech all through his body, that they wouldn't be able to identify it.


OOC: The tech also contains DNA from what will come up as unknown species, so feel free to detect that too.

[impossibilities]

"Hello," a nervous looking girl came up to him, a tricorder in hand, sans Starfleet uniform. "Welcome to Sickbay." Pleasant enough, she hoped. She was trying to work on her bedside manner.

"Would you care to take a seat? It shouldn't take long, but it's more comfortable that way. Would you like me to explain the procedures?"

[techno_galen]

Galen wasn't used to bedside manners, so he wouldn't care whether hers was good or not. He did sit down, but not on a bed. There were scanners in it. But he sat on a nearby chair, hoping security would be satisfied that he was cooperating. But they just took up positions nearby, trying unsuccessfully to blend in with the wall.

Not that he showed any of this. His expression remained carefully blank. "I would, thank you."

[impossibilities]

That flustered Grainne just a bit, but she faked a smile and mentally sighed. She remembered how she arrived, so couldn't really blame him. "This is a tricorder which scans your vital statistics and analyses your molecular structure. It also detects if there are any infectious diseases, which is what the crew are concerned about with so many coming from other universes." She pauses, holding up the scanner.

"You also get an immunizing agent, as to keep you from picking anything up while you are here. It is a simple... hypodermic- spray, which doesn't hurt and leaves no mark." Grainne glanced at a PADD she removed from her pocket, just to double check she had everything right, and replaced it as quick as someone could blink, then she glanced at the security before turning her attention back to him. "Do you have any questions?"

[techno_galen]

The tricorder functioned largely as he'd expected. He didn't bother trying to tell her that he didn't have any infectious diseases, because no one had believed him before now.

"How do you know the immunizing agent won't do any harm?" He did sound a little worried about that. He didn't think it would be a problem, but that didn't mean he wanted one any more than he wanted to be scanned.

Paging Trance to the Brig

[lightning_raiden]

Raiden was less than pleased about his current situation, even as he knelt on the floor in calm meditation. He had tested the Q and now he found himself in the brig. A prison within a prison, as it were. At least this was hardly a sort of dungeon he'd seen in Outworld or the Netherrealm.

It seems his concerns about Sickway would come to visit him, instead of trying to find the place. Calmly he opens his eyes and nods when the guard tells him a physician will be coming to check him shortly. Normally after such conversations he simply slipped back into his reflective state but considering he was expecting a guest he stood calmly, hands at his sides in resignation to his remaining 24 hours, and the impeding medical exam.

[heartofasun]

Trance was not amused. Really, she had thought Raiden to be more intelligent than this, what little conversation they had had previously. She was half tempted to let him suffer, but he needed to be checked out and he needed to be cleared. Or he'd rot in the brig for the rest of the trip. And most likely they'd just send another doctor over to him. And then they wouldn't have this moment.

The Celestial Avatar glared at Thunder God from across the room, stepping inside as the security officer let the force field down briefly. She put down her instruments for a moment and crossed her arms over her chest, scowling.

"You didn't think anyone had thought of that before? Tested?" Okay, small lie. She hadn't tested. She hadn't needed too. Trance saw permutations of reality, possible futures, every moment she excited. She ran through the scenarios. Trying to tesseract out of this universe never ended well.

[lightning_raiden]

When he sees her, he feels shame well up within him and he can't help but lower his eyes as she enters the space. He has been an otherwise well-behaved prisoner, really, but her words hit hard. Especially since he had seen in her a kindred sort. This was a peer rightfully chastising him, something he hasn't had in a while.

And yet, his shame made him angry, and he sighs with a flare of his nose, eyes raising up to look at her from under the brim of his hat.

"Am I to always take the Q at their word?"

[heartofasun]

Her irritation is unfortunately not only caused by Raiden. Her dealings with her own kind left a bad taste in her mouth. More often than not they did not agree on basic principles let alone plans of action, nor did they share her opinion on mortals.

"Of course not, but you could have used your head. What if you had damaged the very fabric of this universe-of your own--trying to get back? What if it caused a shockwave and damaged the people here on this ship? Then they wouldn't be able to get back to their universes and times. Can you imagine the catastrophic failure that cause?"

Trance took a fake breath, and looked at him. "How do you feel?"

[lightning_raiden]

She made a solid argument. In his desperation to return, he had become too focused on the goal without thoroughly considering the consequences. His jaw tightens, finding himself at a lack of words to argue with and submitting to the logic of hers.

His eyes stay on her, their glow dimming slightly now that he concedes to her reasoning.

"I am fine." His deep tones are quieter, more thoughtful.

For Agatha

[impossibilities]

Grainne wasn't entirely sure how the Sickbay staff could help Agatha, but she at least got the lady to go with her in an attempt at keeping her from blowing up the ship figuring out what exactly the problem was.

She led Agatha to a seat and let the other nurses know she needed help from one of the doctors, and went to scan Agatha with a tricorder.

"Okay, the doctor will be here any moment. I'm going to scan you while we wait, ok?" She held out the little 'wand' of the tricorder.

And for a doc! :D

[agathaheterodyne]

"You'll let me see the scans, of course?" she asked to be sure. She had seen her scans the first time she arrived, she wanted to see how it had or had not changed with what had been done to her. Of course, she wasn't sure what experiences would change it. And that was part of what she needed to learn. How to save those experiences so she didn't lose them again.

[impossibilities]

"I suppose. It is difficult for me to decipher myself, but I'm still learning. I do not think they would keep your own medical information from you." Grainne waved the little tricorder wand around Agatha, winced, and then turned the tricorder on, and resumed.

[agathaheterodyne]

She still was weirded out by the concept of a medical area without restraints, but this time she was more focused on the scanning than the oddness of this place. "Can that show you a comparison with my readings when I arrived the first time?" she asked, frowning a bit. The faux pas with turning the tricorder on was all but unnoticed, just because things happen.

[impossibilities]

She looked down at the tricorder. The computer usually recorded all medical sessions for just such occasions. "I believe so. You would just have to ask the doctors, ad have them bring it up on the computer. I think they do compare and contrast often so they can see what has changed."