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[Sickbay]: Round 21 Scans and Vaccines

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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And at least here, there are other mutants. Who apparently have a version of him as their father, but hey. She's not Other Her, either.
Mystique stares at Erik for a long, heavy moment, and if he doesn't break her gaze, he'll probably catch the acquiescence in her yellow eyes before she opens her mouth.
"...okay. Let's do that."
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"You've lived a normal life. How do we start?"
I STILL do not have a decent blue smiling face that I like.
"The same way I start just about anything."
Food. She's pretty sure he knows that, but just in case, she waits to see.
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"I hear it can make anything."
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"If it made that lasagne earlier, then I have some small faith in it."
It was good. Really good.
She stands again and moves over to the fancy machine in the wall, and beckons him over with a tilt of her head.
"What do you want?"
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A seasoned stuffed beef roll with gravy and egg noodles appears. He glances at her and shrugs, taking it from the machine. He steps to the table and picks up a fork, slicing off a piece, stabbing a few Spätzle and pops it in his mouth.
"Pretty authentic, to be honest."
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Nor can she name a food so clearly from her own native childhood; what memories she holds of her earliest years are less than reliable and not overly happy.
His smells really good, and she eyes it for a moment before asking for a proper Chicago deep dish four cheese pizza - and some biscuits for Mojo. He ate a big lunch.
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He doesn't even think about the linguistic shift. He uses languages as they're convenient or expedient. There was a time, after the war, when he was afraid of being heard speaking German. Fear taught him English. But he hasn't thought about it in a while. He sits at the table again, taking another couple of bites before pushing his plate towards her.
"Do you want to try it?"
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At his offer, she raises an eyebrow, and has to finish her mouthful of (pretty damn good) gooey, cheesy pizza before replying.
"Thanks." There's a hint of uncertainty; this isn't something he cooked for them (when did that become a thing). "It smells pretty great."
Her expression of delight when she tries it probably says everything
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"Familiar food is new to our space travel experience," he noted. The Egime was all whatever nonperishables they could scavenge from planets they stopped at and whatever that blue goo was. "This is an upgrade." In a lot of ways.
d'awww some of my tag went missing. :(
"I can only think of one way to make it better," she says, getting up to see if the replicator will give them beer.
NOOO TAG NO.
"Oh? What's that?"
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Poking experimentally, she finds an interactive menu, and returns triumphantly with two beers in brown glass bottles. Or close enough to it.
"You making it yourself."
She assumes he knows how.
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"Looks like they don't do kitchens here. It's always something, isn't it?"
He takes a sip of the beer.
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"The replicator gives me raw meat for Mojo," she points out after a mouthful of cheesy gloriousness. "I bet we could ask for ingredients and implements, if we phrased it right."
Assuming he wants to cook. He might not want to.
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He wants to for the way she looks at him when he does it.
"Implements including a heating implement."
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She grins.
"You need to wear an apron."
Part of her - a part that hasn't thought so in a long time - wants him to wear just the apron, and she's blaming the way he's smiling.
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"An apron. Like a Hausfrau."
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"Exactly like that."
She's on slice three of four of her personal pizza, and half her beer is gone.
"It's up to you if you put curlers in your hair."
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"Do you think it's long enough?"
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"Maybe the really narrow ones," she concedes, then messes his hair deliberately before moving to withdraw her hand. "Pink, obviously. It's so your colour."
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Her hand falls to the table, then picks up her beer.
"Don't knock it til you try it."
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He picks up his own beer, amusement still in his eyes as he takes a drink.
"I'll keep it in mind. We'll test the limits of this machine."
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"Testing and costumes and space, oh my," she toasts him in return, then inhales the rest of her slice. One to go, and she'll ask the thing for dessert in an hour or so.
"So. Other than meeting your future maybe daughters, did you come across anyone useful? I met a vet. Super handy. Serendipitous, even."
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