[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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[prefers_magneto]

He would have been happy for her to have another bite. Or four. He takes a slice of pizza when it's offered and watches her go back to the replicator.

"Oh? What's that?"

[anexquisitecreature]

He says that now, but she'd have taken those four and made it 'Erik, get yourself another Spatzleburger', so really, this is better.

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.

[prefers_magneto]

And then sometimes she'll flatter him and it makes his heart skip a little and he tamps it down. He reaches for the beer with a bit of a smile.

"Looks like they don't do kitchens here. It's always something, isn't it?"

He takes a sip of the beer.

[anexquisitecreature]

She'd say oops, but she probably wouldn't mean it, and anyway, he's eaten his cooking. It's good cooking.

"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.

[prefers_magneto]

"That's an idea," he notes.

He wants to for the way she looks at him when he does it.

"Implements including a heating implement."

[anexquisitecreature]

"And an apron."

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.

[prefers_magneto]

He doesn't assume that, but the comment only increases that smile's breadth and the way amusement is dancing in his eyes.

"An apron. Like a Hausfrau."

[anexquisitecreature]

That's because she's given him no reason to think so at this point. Their first day in yet another brand new universe isn't going to be the day she does so, either. She committed to being a multiversal travel buddy along with their dog, and that's plenty for one day.

"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."

[prefers_magneto]

He slides his fingers into his hair, pulling it to its full length and raising an eyebrow.

"Do you think it's long enough?"

[anexquisitecreature]

Head tilted, she examines his hair, then leans over and slides her fingers in directly beneath his, pushing them up as she measures the length for herself.

"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."

[prefers_magneto]

He snorts. "Pink hair curlers and a frilly apron," he says, absently smoothing his hair back into place. "Very attractive."

[anexquisitecreature]

She reaches instinctively to tidy a piece he's missed, then realises after she's already got her fingers in his hair again that she's being a little invasive.

Her hand falls to the table, then picks up her beer.

"Don't knock it til you try it."

[prefers_magneto]

It's an invasiveness he honestly doesn't mind, coming from her. Though he's certain it would be inappropriate to acknowledge that.

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."

[anexquisitecreature]

Maybe not inappropriate. Slightly awkward would be closer. Either way, probably better he doesn't.

"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."

[prefers_magneto]

"No, not really. A vet? What are the odds of that?" he muses.

[anexquisitecreature]

"Pretty damn slim," she points out, then shrugs, whatever might-have-been moment passing. "Can't hurt for the muttlet to have a once over, since he's been created by some godling."

[prefers_magneto]

Erik shrugged and looked at the dog. "For all we know, he can't get sick," he pointed out.

[anexquisitecreature]

And he hasn't, so far.

She has to lean out a little to see Mojo fully, the pup sprawled quite happily on the floor. His tail thumps when he realises he has both their attention.

"Doesn't mean he won't. I'd rather be safe than sorry about it."

[prefers_magneto]

"Sensible," Erik conceded. He looked at her. "I think I'll try the future space shower when we're done here. See if they've managed to improve the technology."

[anexquisitecreature]

A shower is a shower and should not have conjured up the image it just did what is wrong with her brain, here?

Too long a gap between his words and hers.

Bad.

"--sounds good."

Eh, she's probably tired. This is her sixth meal since she woke up. She eats a lot, but that number means she's been awake a really long time.

"I'd tell you not to use all the hot water but I feel like that's not going to be a problem, here."

[prefers_magneto]

He was tired, too. They could probably both use a nap. He glanced to the window. Blackness and starfield streaked by.

"Do you think it's night?" he asked.

[anexquisitecreature]

"I think it's always night, here."

A shrug. They're in space. They have all the suns, and none of them.

"But if you're talking relatively, I feel like it's about four in the morning."

[prefers_magneto]

"Then I suppose, at some point, we ought to get some sleep."

In their... considerately supplied separate bedrooms.

"Start looking into things fresh tomorrow morning. Or afternoon. Or whenever it is that we wake up to their relative time," he concedes with a bit of a laugh.

[anexquisitecreature]

They could have had bunks. This isn't so bad.

She shakes her head, the overhead light glinting on her scales.

"I haven't eaten enough," she admits. "I'm probably going to ask for something else in an hour once this has settled, and then I'll shower and get some shut-eye."

A glance up, before she carefully offers, "You can go first if you want? If it won't bother you that I go later, I mean."

Separate bedrooms, but shared quarters, so there'll be noise.

[prefers_magneto]

"It won't bother me," he says. And it won't; noise means she's around. He pushes his plate away and gets up. "I'll go now, then. I've had enough."