[Sickbay]: Round Four Scans and Vaccines

[ten_fwd_npcs]

There has been quite a lot of activity in Sickbay over the last couple of days. In addition to new guests arriving on the Enterprise, all of whom need to be cleared and vaccinated when necessary, there are the wounded who have come back from Alemar III and those looking in on them. Dr. Crusher has never been more glad that she isn't short-staffed.

While Lieutenant Worf and his security detail bring in the new passengers, Beverly ensures those recuperating have enough space and privacy. Beds may be limited, but nobody will be on the floor in her sickbay. For those who haven't been here before, Sickbay is fairly ordinary for a ship's 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. As a matter of fact, all personnel look harmless. Well, perhaps excluding the sun avatar, but Trance Gemini is as skilled as the Starfleet officers.

"All right, come in," one of them calls out as you enter. "Don't be shy. It's just a scan and a hypospray, nothing to worry about."


[ooc: Open log! For new characters (August and September apps), tagging isn't mandatory but ICly going to sickbay is. So 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. For those who are tagging, we have Julian Bashir, Trance Gemini, and Simon Tam on deck, with Beverly Crusher by request only. So please specify in the subject line of your tag who you would like. For those returned from the Alemar III plot, if you are not requesting a thread with a doctor but would like your character open for visitors, put "Visiting Post" in your subject line, or specify if it's locked to specific visitors. If you would like more details about sickbay, here's the wiki page. If you haven't made your intro yet, you can assume the doctors will want to see your character shortly after they arrive, and backtagging is love!]

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[deus_ex_harper]

Uh oh. Looks who's back. Harper was going to try again with the whole civil conversation thing but how can he when there is a woman there talking to Dylan.

He knows that Dylan is sharing with someone he hasn't as yet been able to drop by uninvited and get in the way or any other way of making himself known.

"Hey, boss." He's already started to get the look on his face that normally would end up with most likely Rommie removing him from the local area to minimize the collateral damage of Harper trying to hit on women.

np

[star_born]

Well, shit. So much for trying to politely get out of this whole procedure.

"James T. Kirk." But his own smile is still friendly enough as he tries to peer over at the PADD, "And it really depends on your version of 'pre-existing condition'." He wasn't all that inclined to tell anyone about the augmented blood running through his body. And really, if it could heal radiation poisoning, it made all of these immunizations pretty pointless. "I have a tendency to react to...things. Is Bones here? Bones knows all this stuff. Hell, he knows my record better than I do." And he usually knew how to fix everything that happened to him when he did have a reaction.

[lucie_bleeding_miller]

Lucie quiets down; if there's anything she's learned from her time with the Doctor, you can learn a lot from how people talk around you when they think you're not a threat.

She eyes Harper cautiously.

[heliumfart]

"If dermafollica didn't kill me, I doubt anything here will," Rygel says.

His earbrows twitch, then shrug with the rest of him.

"But since I don't have any other choice, let's get this over with."

[dreams_dont_die]

Yeah. Yesterday probably is what he means. He gives Harper a wry look.

"Pretty much."

Not that there's really all that much he could be doing if he weren't stuck in bed, but too long under medical supervision makes him restless, and too long is pretty much any time other than quick stop by med deck to get patched up for something.

With the medical technology available on the Andromeda, it usually doesn't take more than that.

Harper's parting shot makes him purse his lips.

"Thank you, Mr Harper. I knew I could rely on your support."

The sarcasm is mostly because he's annoyed at the fact it's probably true. But still. It's not exactly the kindest thing Harper's ever said to him.

[spideys]

Peter can't help but look just a bit grim at that. Even if it is a joke. And a joke that Peter could have made himself, if things were the other way around.

Buuut at the moment, he's a bit sensitive.

He smiles, thin-lipped.

"Cool. Thanks." He runs a hand through his hair. "So - uh. Guess I'll see you around.

"Not in the sickbay," he adds.

[raavashing]

Wan reached out to take the tricorder and pull it closer to his face so he could study it, "What does it say about me?"

He was suspicious of this whole thing. It looked like the 'computer' panels on the walls with all the blinking lights and strange symbols he didn't understand. Only it was supposed to be reading stuff about him. Which made it potentially worth more caution. No matter what Julian said it was for. He couldn't see how it would help.

[ex_old_man857]

"Hey," Jadzia responded, shooting Julian a little look. That was hardly fair, if even a bit accurate. Or quite accurate. She didn't have to admit to anything though, and wasn't going to.

Still, she gave him another level look, which was broken by the way her lips started to curl upward, as she stepped off the lift an on to the deck. "Be glad I don't keep you around for your jokes. Or you'd be long gone."

[dreams_dont_die]

Henry doesn't look fine, but ... if he's the sort of not fine that doesn't need a doctor, then Dylan won't press it. Shy, quiet, uneasy ... that's a different sort of not fine. Maybe the kid just is shy, or maybe there's something bugging him. Dylan's not going to push it, but the invitation's out there for the kid, if he wants to take him up on it.

Dylan gives him a half-smile.

"You were down there on the planet, weren't you?" he asks. "I was, too." He pulls a face. "Unfortunately, my body burns food faster than normal, so being down there with nothing to eat for three days knocked me around."

He's still not pleased about that; it shows a little on his face.

It just seems ridiculous to him to be stuck here when there were people seriously hurt down there and everyone else was fine after three days without food. Most of the time, he's grateful for his Heavy Worlder heritage.

Sometimes, it sucks.

[dreams_dont_die]

Dylan knows that look on Harper's face.

It's the one that usually leads to Rommie, lips pursed, manhandling him out of whatever room the woman he's looking at is in, or Dylan ordering him to go do something that has the same effect.

"Harper," he says, and there's a wary edge in his voice. He's seen Harper trying to introduce himself to female strangers too many times not to be wary.

He doesn't need any more help from his friends in trying to get on with Lucie. Not after Trance's effort.

[deus_ex_harper]

"Yes boss?" The way he's asking is relatively innocent. Which is disconcerting to say the very least. "I just came back to see if you were still on your own. But hey, I see you're not at all."

He smiled at Lucie. "Seamus Harper." He even offered a hand to her. "Because I doubt Dylan will introduce me." At least the snark was minimal. "I'm usually stuck in the machine shop."

[lucie_bleeding_miller]

Does this guy assume she's with him? Just for dropping by some flowers?

"Lucie Miller," she explains, offering a hand. "Sorry if he doesn't ever introduce you."

[heartofasun]

Trance walked over to check on Dylan in between other patients. After all, there was no one more important than her Captain--and making sure said Captain stayed where he was. And ate. And rested. In that order.

"How's my patient?" The Andromeda's medic asked, checking his vitals with a tricorder. No doubt her patient was not in a good mood. He was locked in sickbay, and she had to drug him to get him there. Trance was pretty sure Dylan was not in a good mood. But that was okay. She'd take him being in a bad mood and alive, than being in a good mood and dead.

Whoops. Sorry! totally thought I replied to this one!

[heartofasun]

"Please sit down on the biobed. That way the computer can record your genetic imprint and that of your implants in case someone needs help putting you back together." Trance reached over to prep the hypospray.

"What's your name?"

s'all good

[unkindness]

"I am aware." Though Seven doubted that the crew of this ship would have any idea how to approach her Borg implants. Or if they did, they would be discomfited by them.

"Seven of Nine. I am part of the crew of the Federation starship Voyager."

Which, due to her research, she knew wasn't yet created.

work has been driving me absolutely nuts

[asklepian]

Julian frowns at the tricorder's readings--low levels of chemicals he would expect in a completely healthy individual, signs that autophagy has set in. He wonders if it would be presumptuous of him to give a supplement that would help. Probably.

"Alright then, standard procedure is for an antibiotic and antiviral, then vaccinations--we wouldn't want you to catch anything while visiting. But I have some other concerns..." There's really no way to broach this subject delicately. "Do you have any special dietary needs that the ship's replicators cannot provide?"

[heartofasun]

"Good, then I don't need to walk you through it. You're probably more familiar with Federation technology than I am. I'm the medical officer and environmental systems officer on the Commonwealth starship Andromeda Ascendant.

Trance grabbed the hypo she prepped and stuck it in the woman's neck, while the medical CPU scanned her. "Our chief engineer would love to talk to you about your implants, if you don't mind. Seamus Harper. He has a cerebral implant behind his ear that allows him to connect to different kinds of technology. Although..." Trance trails off, taking a look at Seven, " he might require a chaperone. "

[unkindness]

Seven tilts her head in acknowledgement, filing away the woman's name and rank--she's not familiar with any Commonwealth, at least not one that doesn't come with another qualifier. But that doesn't really concern her, because she doesn't belong here either.

She's too alarmed by the implied idea of someone interfacing with her to bring up the observation she'd had of Trance's body temperature--she visibly stiffens at the idea, even moreso than she already was.

"I would speak with him." Emphasis on 'speak', she's just gotten used to being alone in her head and found that she's actually afraid of the idea of not being.

[heartofasun]

"If he gets out of control or a little lewd just cuff him on the ear and tell him it's from Rommie." Trance smiled and gave the woman a wink. "Actually, no don't do that he might like it. Tell you what, if you ever want to talk to him about implants and technology, let me know. I'll act as chaperone. Harper may be a genius, but he has the hormones of a 13 year old and the control of a human toddler."

But Seven seemed nervous at the idea. Nervous about Harper. That was.....well, almost funny. "He's harmless. "

It happens, don't worry about it

[theycallmetodd]

In a bout of gallows humor, the wraith chuckles darkly. "Indeed," he says as he sits back up again. Oh, there are plenty of food sources on board. One in this very room, in fact. Just none that are actually available to him.

"If I remain here, I am looking at starvation, and eventually death. Unless an alternative solution can be devised." That's his best hope, as he doesn't believe he will be able to leave the ship in time. "On that subject, doctor. Who might I talk to in order to gain access to this ship's medical research facilities?"

[goldencobra]

Henry nodded. "Rocks fell but Julian fixed me." It was more of a mumble than an explanation, not really happy about the experience.

"Not eating for three days isn't exactly good for anyone. At least no one died, right?" He was pretty sure that was the case. He hoped it was. "And the technology here is much better than back home. I like it."

[dreams_dont_die]

Under some circumstances, he'd be more than happy to introduce Harper. After all, introductions are only polite. However, politeness is the last thing he can expect from Harper in a lot of situations. That's the reason Harper winds up in the machine shop most of the time where there are diplomats around on the Andromeda, and why Dylan had been reluctant to make the introduction Harper's complaining he didn't get.

"Harper. Lucie is my roommate."

Whatever Harper means by that 'not at all' about him being alone. Hell, Lucie doesn't even like him. Dylan's surprised she's even here to see him, as much as he appreciates the flowers. They barely speak most of the time; Dylan's been good to his word to stay out of her way if she wanted him to.

Now, though, because it is the polite thing to do and because, whatever the state of things is with him and Lucie and, for that matter, with him and Harper, he's going to do the polite thing here, he looks back over at Lucie.

"Lucie, Harper's the engineer on my ship."

[deus_ex_harper]

Harper doesn't know that Lucie hates him. He's only just found out that this is the roommate. (He really needs to start dropping by to say hello.)

"Chief engineer and a genius. I'm the one they look to when everything is all going wrong an they need something making to save the day." He was getting a little carried away. "I help save the day a lot."

He pauses, but the quiet only lasts a moment, no such luck at getting Harper to be quiet so long.

"You know he hasn't mentioned you to me. Which is a shame."

[lucie_bleeding_miller]

She raised an eyebrow at that. "Rein it in there, bucko," she warned. "Eyes up here," she added preemptively. "I was just dropping some flowers by Dylan's room as a friendly gesture."

She glanced back at Dylan. "Does he always try to chat women up in hospital rooms?"

[dreams_dont_die]

Great. This is just great.

What he absolutely did not need to complicate things with Lucie was for one of his friends to upset her. As if Trance playing on her sympathies to make Dylan look bad wasn't enough, now there's Harper, who is very definitely trying to hit on her.

Dylan closes his eyes for a moment, rubbing at a spot of tension on one side of his forehead.

"Yeah," he says, opening his eyes. "Anywhere he meets them, actually. Which," he adds, with a sharp look at Harper, "is why he's usually in the machine shop."