[Sickbay]: Round 21 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 and seems to be doing quite well in spite of everything else that may or may not be going on. She always has things to do, but she is here to help as well, and her smile is bright and welcoming.

This is definitely her attempt at convincing herself not to go give Q an earful, tempting as the idea may be. She may lose that battle by the end of the week.

[cridhe]

Cridhe was worried about the Doctor. He had been avoiding her recently and she was less than pleased with that. She knew why. All she had to do was look at him and know. She sees that Beverly's door is open, so she enters and sits down. She is nervously playing with her lips as she debates how to have this conversation. It is a few minutes before she can say anything. Without preamble, she begins.

"Say that a passenger might unknowingly pose a threat to themselves or others, what protocols are in place to keep everyone safe?"

Not that she thinks the Doctor would ever hurt anyone. But he thinks he would and that's all that matters right now.

[ethnobotany]

As is Beverly's way, she just offers a smile as Cridhe sits down, waiting for the woman to speak. Once Cridhe does, well... That gets Beverly's attention pretty much instantly and she frowns.

"That sounds like something that should be brought to our Chief of Security. What sort of threat are we talking about?"

[cridhe]

Cridhe's eyes go wide for a moment, this is not at all what she wanted. But humans are funny creatures. Perhaps she hadn't explained it properly. She takes a breath.

"It's medical." She pauses, searching for the right phrase. "Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Or perhaps something akin to it. Some societies separate out different disorders in response to trauma, I am just not sure about your time. Currently, I'm most worried about this person having night terrors and then sleep-walking."

She'll stop there. How does she explain the Doctor has been avoiding her? She knows how to help him, but he's too afraid of hurting others or causing others pain to allow for help.

[ethnobotany]

Ah. A threat to himself is different, she supposes. At least in the way she is coming to understand it now. That particular disorder is something Beverly is familiar with, intimately so after Zelien.

"That might be something for our team of counselors in that case," she suggests carefully, watching for Cridhe's reaction. "Is there any danger to his sleep-walking?"

They might be able to give him something to knock him out for several hours, but she would prefer not to have to use that route.

[cridhe]

Cridhe is certain she never mentioned a gender. But she'll let it slide for now. Sometimes drawing attention to such things, only makes it worse. Beyond that, her expression is only one of thought and consideration.

"You mean beyond the basic dangers anyone faces when they're sleep-walking? Possibly. It depends, of course, on what nightmare causes the sleep-walking. Though, given what I've learned of this person, I would say they are more likely to run and hide than to hurt others. But, dreams are funny things and reactions can't really be predicted."

Which is what has her the most worried. Besides, the Doctor would never go for counseling. She can't even get him to talk to her....

[ethnobotany]

Cridhe's repetition of the genderless pronoun has Beverly making a mental note to use the same. The explanation doesn't make everything clear to Beverly and she tilts her head, trying to work through it. "I suppose if you could bring him in, one of us could take a look at him and give him the option of an aid to keep him from doing that," she muses slowly. "I assume this isn't someone in Starfleet." If it is, that would make her job a lot easier. Which of course means that it isn't the case at all.

[cridhe]

Cridhe doesn't know the medicines of this universe yet. Not to the extent the Doctor does. When she's connected to the Mechanics, these sorts of things are much easier.

"Wouldn't such medicines make it worse? What I mean is, sometimes in the effort to prevent someone from having such dreams or giving them paralytic type sleeping aids, that individual ends up trapped within their dreams. This person... has suffered enough. I wouldn't feel comfortable inviting them into a situation where their suffering is prolonged under the guise of making them better."

She may not have a choice. She knows that. But she also needs to look at the situation from all angles.

Rory Williams | Any Doc is fine....

[waitsforher]

Rory had winked in under the radar so to speak. He was sure the Doctor would have made some sort of fanfare, but he was glad that he had gone unnoticed until now. It was unnerving actually, so he looked around nervously as he stepped through the wooshing doors.

"I don't suppose this is the TARDIS?"

Re: Rory Williams | Any Doc is fine....

[treadstheground]

Martha is still thoroughly enjoying her new workplace. Even the fact that they could do routine scans and vaccinations was exciting.

But it's the specific statement he made that really got her attention. You didn't get that many people who knew what the TARDIS was. "No, though we have our fair share of Time Lords on board. You've been whisked onto the USS of Enterprise. I'm Dr. Jones."

Paul Atreides | any doctor is cool

[thekillingword]

Paul is most definitely a young human. Three things will immediately be apparent about him after scanning though.

First, though his level of hydration appears to be quite low (enough for most doctors to strongly reccomend spending the rest of the day drinking in a dark, cool room), he doesn't seem to be suffering from any ill effects.

Second, a foreign chemical is present in large amounts in his system, far more than would be for a junkie during a heroin binge.

Third, his eyes are completely blue, lighter at the sclera, dark at the pupils.

He submits to examination without complaint but does not smile.

Re: Paul Atreides | any doctor is cool

[reincarnshaman]

Trever was no stranger to strange colored eyes. His own were an unnatural shade of green. A very vivid and bright green, reminiscent of pure cut emeralds and dark summer fields of green, called "McCallum Green" because only people in his mother's family had that particular shade. The red hair was of the same affair: McCallum red.

With his black cat sitting on his shoulder, he gave Paul a friendly smile. "Hello, I'm Trever McCallum and I'll be the invader into your medical history for today," he said in a pure County Cork accent as he opened up the tricorder. "The cat is Veena, she's my familiar. Don't mind her."

As he scanned his eyebrows raised up a little. Mostly at the chemical content. The hydration doesn't bother him as much even if he is human. He and his brother were also human but their scans come up with something strange as well because of their magic. So, for all Trever knew it was perfectly normal thing for humans were Paul came from.

[thekillingword]

Not where he was from, but definitely where he'd immigrated to. Paul finally cracked the stony face he'd been keeping at Trevor's little joke and the appearance of a cat, one of his favorite animals.

"You are at least doing a better job than my previous physician."

Who had betrayed his family, leading to his father's death, so the praise was slight.

His eyes followed Trevor's eyebrows. Did he not know what Spice was or had something else surprised him?

[reincarnshaman]

"You say that now. Wait until I make you bend over to take your temperature like most of my other patients." His eyes sparkled in amusement and his smile didn't dim as he said that because most of his normal patients were animals.

He noted the lack of reaction to the word "familiar" and filed that away for later. It's something he kept track of - like hundreds of other little things. Then he mentally nudged her to go say hello. After stretching on his shoulder, Veena vanished and then reappeared on Paul's other side.

"There's an unusual chemical in your system and a lot of it. Doesn't look natural, at least for humans. Is it normal for your people?" No. He had no idea what Spice was.

[thekillingword]

"Not a pleasant thought, but if you haven't tried to murder me by my next checkup, I'll count it an improvement.

Oh, it elicited some surprise from him, especially when it seemed to teleport. A cat using something like the Weirding Way, or perhaps a portable version of the 'teleporters' he'd seen? But Paul had been trained by the best in his universe at keeping a good poker face since a young age, and had learned to not give things away with his reactions. His gaze whipped towards the cat and he offered it a hand to sniff.

"Spice. It's...ubiqitous in the environment I just came from."

He appears benevolent...Still, how much should I tell him of how Spice works? I'll need to know what they can do if I want to avoid death by withdrawal, but not if they're going to use the threat of it to extract something from me...

[reincarnshaman]

"If you don't try to kill anyone, you'll be fine. And even then, I'd just disable you, unless I absolutely had to do otherwise," Trever said completely seriously. The grin fell away briefly leaving a hard expression on his face of someone who was used to do those sorts of things. He's a protector, after all.

"I'm assuming it's not something you use for cooking?" The smile is back. "Do you need it to survive? If so we'll have to see about making a substitute. The tricorder isn't recognizing it."

Apparently oblivious to all of this, Veena sniffs Paul's hand trying to see if he'd make good minion material.

[thekillingword]

Touched a nerve, have I? He thought.

"You can and it's quite good, but it has many other uses. The problem from your perspective is that there's so few examples of the effects of withdrawal. Almost everyone who ingests enough to form a dependency is either far too wealthy to have problems procuring a supply or a native of Arrakis and thus too poor to leave."

There, that was about as good an answer as he could think of. It could get the medical staff working on it without alerting anyone to his dependency. Poor Trever might have been far too nice a guy to deserve such paranoid scrutiny, but Paul wasn't taking any chances.

Erik Lehnsherr; Any Doctor

[prefers_magneto]

Erik's posture is a little tense when he enters the medical bay. Escorted by security isn't too bad, he supposes, since they're not touching him. Lorna had warned him there would be a mandatory medical exam and he looks around the medical bay as they enter.

Once he's left at a station by the security team, he shrugs off his jacket and tosses it over the foot of the bed, but doesn't sit just yet. He's eyeing the devices in the tray. Saws and scalpels don't need to look like blades to have his suspicion. If those are medical devices, there must be some.

The doctor will find a few distinguishing marks on him. There's old scarring around his mouth, the most prominent being above the right side of his top lip. There's also a tattoo of a six digit number on his inner left forearm. If the doctor that examines him knows their history, they might realize why he's so suspicious of the tray of instruments.

Finally he turns and looks around. He and Mystique hadn't arrived that far apart and he's wondering if she's here yet. He doesn't see her, so when he does sit, he keeps half an eye on the door.

[impossibilities]

"Hello," Grainne chirped, approaching with a tricorder in hand and a pleasant expression on her face. "Welcome to Sickbay. I'm Grainne. If you'd like to have a seat, this should only take a moment." She paused in her welcome, opening the tricorder. "Ah... are you all right? Would you like dermal regeneration for that scar?"

[prefers_magneto]

"A what?" he asked, taken off-guard. "No," he then answered immediately, before she could tell him, assuming it to be exactly what it sounded like. He didn't want rid of every reminder. He needed reminding sometimes.

He sat, finally, but he was still looking suspiciously at the device in her hand.

"What is that?"

[impossibilities]

"All right." Grainne answered, still cheerful. She looked down at the tricorder in her hand, eyebrows raised. "A tricorder. It scans people for their vitals and health status." Turning it so he could see, she let it pick up her pulse and heartbeat, as such as she could manifest. "The routine exam is a quick pass over with this, and then a general inoculation against infectious diseases that you may be exposed to while as a guest on the ship." Grainne lowered her voice then, glancing around in case someone was listening.

"Please, do not worry. There's nothing to fear here." He seemed so tense, and suspicious of everything, she tried to ease that a bit. "I was worried when I first came here, too. I'd been in a very bad place before, kidnapped and taken to another universe, but this place is nothing like it. Doctor Crusher is a kind woman. Most of the Starfleet are, even if they are a bit strict and sometimes annoying with procedures."

[prefers_magneto]

He leaned forward slightly, conspiratorially.

"You were brought here?" he asked in a low voice. "You're not one of them?"

[impossibilities]

"Yes, just like you. Q brought me here, same as he did you." Grainne raised her eyebrows again, wearing a more perturbed look than before. "I'm training as a nurse here for now. As far as universes go, this is one of the nicer ones. Q just like to make things... ah, interesting, for us."

She put down the tricorder, her cheer mostly gone for now, and reached for his arm. "There is an old couple in London that runs a bakery. They both have a tattoo very much like this." Grainne was ignorant of some aspects of recent world history because of the annoying gaps in the Grail knowledge, but she still had an idea of what it meant. Thanks to Archer and his whole Russian holodeck program, she'd been looking up what she didn't remember herself. "Is this the same kind?"

[prefers_magneto]

He wanted to ask her 'interesting how', but the question fell away when she touched him. He tensed, but he didn't stop her taking his arm by the wrist.

"I suppose that depends on what year it is there," he replied tightly. A couple, though? "If they both survived, they were luckier than most."

Donna Noble | Open

[foronemoment]

As far as places went, it was fairly normal. Or about as normal as a medical centre could be on board of a space ship. She did stop to browse, mindful to not touch anything... Not that she thought they had weapons in her, but she seemed to recall something about tricorders that did stuff... And they likely wouldn't like her poking about.

A glance at the voice did have her turning, talking around as she was. "And what type of scan are you doing? Because I don't need anything beeping in my face."