[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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[impossibilities]

Picking up the tricorder, she removed the wand and activated the new patient scan. "They call it kosher. Breads and cakes, mostly. I shop there because that's the only place Sakura will eat the cakes from. They're getting very old and are thinking of retiring. Sometimes they will go to the park and talk with this old man that sits there feeding the birds, about old times." She spoke as she moved the wand over him.

"Oh, she keeps giving me advice," making a face at that one, "that a young woman like me should be settling down and getting married."

[prefers_magneto]

"Old times?" he questioned, watching the wand as she directed it over him. "Who would want to reminisce about those times?" he asked.

Kosher bakery. Definitely Jewish.

"Who's Sakura? Why does he eat kosher?"

[impossibilities]

"I'm not sure. Old people like reminiscing, I suppose. And there are fewer people who remember those times." She did plenty of it when she was old, and not dead. "Sakura just likes the cakes, she said they're tastier than the store bought. I have to admit, the store cakes are dry and stiff and taste sweet with no flavor, and I am not a very good baker. She's my... foster daughter."

Scan completed, Grainne looked it over and then folded the tricorder, picking up one of the hyposprays. "This is the immunizing agent. Just a quick touch to your neck will work."

[prefers_magneto]

"Nobody likes reminiscing about watching their friends and family die horribly," he pointed out matter-of-factly. He looked at the device she was holding. "Let me see it first." He held up his hand and the device flew the short distance from her hand to his and he looked it over. "Is she here with you?" he asked of Sakura, looking up from the device, then holding it out to her.

[impossibilities]

"I don't think they talked about that..." Grainne blinked when the hypospray got pulled out of her hands, but she took it more or less in stride.

"No. Sakura is safe back home in London." She took the hypospray and touched it to his neck, pressing the button to make it hiss softly. "There. All done."

[prefers_magneto]

He shrugged, frowning slightly when the hypospray hissed into his neck.

"How do you know she's safe if you're here and she's there?"

[impossibilities]

"She's with Waver." And Grainne seemed content with that explanation. "You are free to go. They'll give you a tour of the place and then assign a room. They mostly leave us to our own devices after that."

[prefers_magneto]

[ooc: continue here with Mystique?]

Threadjacked with Erik-mun's permission - same doctor, unless you'd rather not.

[anexquisitecreature]

"Escorted" is much nicer when people don't lay hands on you, and while she's beyond not exactly happy about it, she can see the reasoning behind it.

If they even try to take her blood, she's breaking hands.

It seems her escort isn't overly fussed with her actions once she's in the sick bay, since they don't object when she makes a beeline for where Erik sits - and has just been zapped in the neck.

"Since when do you let people inject shit into you?"

She's still blonde. She doesn't trust this place.

[prefers_magneto]

"She's one of us," he tells Mystique, nodding to Grainne. "And Lorna also told me it was harmless." He looks up at her. "I was looking for you," he adds with a soft smile.

[impossibilities]

Grainne jumped slightly at the unexpected voice, and turned to take in the newcomer. This one seemed far more feisty, but she noticed how he relaxed in the other lady's presence.

"It is so we don't come down with any alien diseases." She set the hypospray down on the medical tray and picked up her tricorder again. "Welcome to Sickbay. My name's Grainne."

[anexquisitecreature]

A blonde eyebrow lifts in query at Erik. One of us, one of us? Or one of us, also kidnapped?

Turning to the doctor (she assumes), Raven gives a cautious nod.

"Raven," she introduces herself. "I don't get sick, and that thing doesn't come near me until you tell me what you're looking for."

Her cells regenerate too quickly for illness to take hold, and the memories of her friends being victims of Trask's experimentation are too fresh for her to willingly let strange instruments near her. That, and she's not exactly human. Meta human, perhaps.

[prefers_magneto]

Erik doesn't like medical examinations either, for far more hands-on reasons, but his initial wariness had passed when the woman had barely even touched him.

He met Raven's eyes. One of us kidnapped, he said with a shrug of one shoulder. Still, she was more polite than him. He hadn't given Grainne his name.

[impossibilities]

A funny expression crosses Grainne's face. A woman named Raven who doesn't get sick? Ravens and crows were revered in Ireland even to this day for good reason. If she didn't know any better, the Morrigan would have popped to mind.

"It's a tricorder." Grainne sighed, resigning herself to the same old speech. "It uses various fields to detect and record your vital signs and health status, that's all. It makes sure you're healthy. How do you 'not get sick?'"

[anexquisitecreature]

Not Irish, Gráinne. Raven is fairly certain her parentage is of Nordic origin, not that she recalls them at all. Her surname and the blonde hair and blue eyes she habitually wears in public are her only clues.

That speech sounds rehearsed, and she feels a little sheepish for having prompted it again... but not enough to not have more questions. Her gaze flits to Erik, acknowledging his non-verbal response and giving him a once-over. She can only see a faint mark where the alien vaccine thing touched his neck, but still.

"Will it draw blood? Do you store the records? Will I have access to whatever it is you discover? What do you do with the information? Who else will have access?"

Oh, there was a question for her in there, too. She's going to hold off on answering that until she knows what they're going to do with what they learn about her. Her cells are not normal cells.

[prefers_magneto]

Erik stands, picking up his coat so Raven can have the seat.

"No blood."

No needles touch his skin. He examined the spray thing before it was used on him.

[impossibilities]

"Ah... No. They did away with needles a long time ago. This is just a routine exam. They don't need to take a sample anyway because the tricorder can pick up blood composition." Grainne took the wand out of the tricorder's head and showed it. "They store records of course, like any doctor would, in case they need to compare later in medical procedures. Only the medical staff here have access. There's a privacy code involved. And I... am not sure because I haven't tried, but it makes sense you would be able to access your own medical records. I've been over procedures back and forth and they hold themselves to a strict code of conduct, in medical especially."

[anexquisitecreature]

Bad shit happens when people draw her blood. They get excited by what they see in it under a microscope, and just because one apocalyptic future was averted doesn't mean another one can't occur.

No blood.

She eyeballs the tricorder carefully as Gráinne explains it, then looks to Erik for confirmation of everything she's said. He doesn't seem to have a problem, so...

"...fine. Scan me."

And find cells that regenerate incredibly fast and react to change, a metabolism that works overtime, and a DNA coding that says peaches and cream isn't her natural complexion despite the apparently blonde, late teens to early twenties appearance she presents.

Just great. She loves this idea.

[prefers_magneto]

Erik doesn't move to go anywhere while Grainne scans Raven. He lingers at the foot of the bed, nodding when she looks to him.

"They're probably used to non-human-standard DNA," he says conversationally. "There are people working here that aren't even from our planet." He inclines his head towards a clearly alien being scanning another person across the room.

He looks at Grainne. "However, if they happen to take an interest in hers, what happens then?" They didn't exactly have anywhere to go to get away.

[impossibilities]

The tricorder readings weren't making any sense to Grainne. She wasn't experienced enough to totally interpret what was going on, but it looked like this woman's metabolism was supercharged. "Is this normal for you, then? I've not had the tricorder give me results quite like this on a human, aside from myself of course." Her confusion was real. "I... suppose the doctor might like to study these results, but nothing would happen unless Miss Raven gave her permission."

[anexquisitecreature]

Raven peers at the tricorder, but doesn't know enough about them to truly understand what she's seeing... but she's going to guess that her stats are not in the standard human range. They never are.

"Yep." She shrugs. "I'm not a normal human. Neither of us are, but I have some... interesting mutations to my cellular structure and metabolic system."

She glances again at Erik when Gráinne mentions the results might be studied, and a flash of worry flits behind her currently blue eyes.

"What kind of study? I'm deadly serious about not being poked and prodded. I have some trauma in my past, okay?"

[prefers_magneto]

Erik raised his hand and the tricorder was pulled from Grainne's hand into his.

"Define 'permission'."

Because those sorts of things could be coerced or they could have their definitions... adjusted.

[impossibilities]

She jumped slightly when he pulled the tricorder away, frowned, and tried pulling it back. Her earth connection was old and rusty, so it didn't do much more than a tug. Goodness, when was the last time she used earth? Some time before she died?

"Just looking at the results of this scan. Permission means permission. They might ask, and if she says no, that's it." Grainne started to feel slightly flustered. She'd done her best to learn but there were some questions she couldn't answer yet, and as a nurse in training things she didn't feel qualified to answer. "Perhaps you should speak to one of the staff officers if you have any concerns. I'm not standard either and they don't really know that, and I understand your concerns, but I'm not sure I can help put you at ease because I do not know all the ins and outs of the policy."

She pulled a long face. "What I can say is their honor code is as annoyingly strict as a knight's in places, if they say they'll do something or not do, they will follow it." Maybe that was why she started to feel more at ease on the ship... "I am not sure they would be interested beyond curiosity besides, there's been a lot of research into genetics already."

[anexquisitecreature]

Something like relief relaxes her shoulders the tiniest fraction when the tricorder is in the hands of someone she trusts--

--huh. She does trust him, and not just to not let her fall off a floating metal platform.

"Can I have it on record now that permission isn't granted?" she asks, not at all rudely but with definite firmness. "Unless it's a literal matter of life and death, I don't want to be studied. I really don't."

[prefers_magneto]

He watches Grainne for her answer, but he won't hand the tricorder back until Mystique agrees to it, so he has an eye on her in his peripherals as well.