[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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[didnotwant]

"The Enterprise feels a little bit like a research vessel." Marion smiles slightly at the thought. That really wouldn't be so bad. She had loved science once upon a time and part of her still has this stray urge to balance chemical equations now and then.

Marion gets it on a level she just cannot explain. Werewolves are not meant to be solitary creatures. At least not her kind of werewolf. They do better with others around what Marion doesn't realize is that she doesn't have to limit herself to other werewolves should she give into the need to have others she can let herself trust.

"I get that." She really does. Marion may try to hide it but with Dylan's background he might as well have her pegged as some kind of soldier. It may not be what she really is but it's certainly how she is reacting.

"I've..." She trails off and stops herself. She nearly opened up a can of worms that she was not prepared to touch. Holy shit, she never opens up to anyone this quickly.

Not since that night. No one gets this kind of trust from her. What the hell. It's like a sucker punch to the gut. The reaction isn't obvious she just shuts down verbally for a moment.

"Sorry." For what? Being the way she is? Maybe. "I just..."

Shit. Her poker face starts to slide into place. "Outside work. I don't talk about it. I'm an outside consultant hen I'm not writing."

[dreams_dont_die]

"It does, a little," he agrees, reminded, inevitably, of the last High Guard research vessel he'd visited, the Starry Wisdom, Ismael's exploration ship that Sara had somehow managed to persuade him to his to try to mount the rescue that had come so close to freeing him from the black hole just a couple of years after he was trapped.

Before the Fall.

She'd tried to take everything she knew, everything her years of knowledge and research had taught her, and make it change the future. If anyone could have beaten science it was Sara. (She came so close. And defeat physics or not, she did have him.)

He blinks when she keeps talking, trying to force aside the thoughts that, lately, are harder to to push away than usual. It seems, though, that he's not the only one having that issue; Marion speaks, then she pauses, hesitates, in a way that he notes without commenting on, though it's ... revealing. Something she nearly said but didn't.

She covers it well, but not well enough to fool him.

She's speaking with far more familiarity than he'd expect of a writer, even one with a father who'd been in the military. Not like she's heard. Like she understands.

He's not convinced by the word 'consultant'. There's a lot that could mean.

This, though, isn't the time to press her. This is a friendly conversation, and a lady's allowed her secrets. So he smiles like he hasn't noticed the telling hesitation, and shrugs.

"Yeah. I get it. Some things you just don't talk about."

Argosy Special Operations taught that as well as anything.

[didnotwant]

"Not a bad thing. Always liked chemistry." She can't even explain how much she liked it. Sometimes even really loved it. Marion had a few really nice memories because of chemistry.

Sometimes when she finds herself balancing a formula to pass the time Marion really misses Paul. He had been adorable and let her fly her geek flag. If only things had worked out. It was just that things got complicated and turned into a huge mess.

She focuses back on Dylan as she brings herself back to reality. At least this one in which she has to avoid talking about the other things she does. The things she has seen.Marion is so convinced she should never talk about it.

Marion knows why she is so reluctant to talk about it. She doesn't think anyone could exactly get what she deals with. Marion had not thought she could trust anyone for a long time.

Why the hell did it feel like she could trust Dylan Hunt?

"Thanks, pard." She can't think of anything else to say. There is tension running down her back. She needs to chill out. Maybe trust isn't a bad thing.

Dylan isn't pushing the issue that is hanging in the air after all.

[dreams_dont_die]

"Yeah."

But Dylan's expression has gone distant, a sadness in his eyes that appears there, sometimes, when his thoughts are hundreds of years away, in the time he's lost. With another woman, the one who'd taught him to appreciate the science he'd only ever just learned without loving at the Academy. Sara hadn't just liked science, she'd loved it, lived it, like he did his Argosy service.

Sara would have been fascinated by this whole place.

He doesn't hear what Marion says next, but her words do bring him back to her, to the present.

He nods, makes himself smile, and out past Marion, he notices a gap in the movement of patients to and from the medical staff.

"Hey," he says, nodding. "I think Trance might be free."

[didnotwant]

She picks up on how distant he is. She gets that sometimes thoughts just creep in. Memories can be pretty heavy. She knows that as well as anyone can. There are some things Marion wishes she could forget.

She really shouldn't dwell on the past.

If she wants to get better she needs to focus on the future. The future is what matters now anyways. One foot in front of the other is the only way this will work.

Marion glances in Trance's direction. She doesn't see anyone about to approach her.

"Thanks. Again," Marion says again with a faint smile before she starts to leave. "Get better soon, Hunt. I'll get ya a drink."

She finds herself smirking at him in a wolfish manner before she leaves. Even with how he unsettles her? Her inner-wolf is paying very close attention to him. She wonders what that could possibly mean as she wanders off.