[Sickbay]: Round One scans and vaccines

[ten_fwd_npcs]

[ Captain's Log: a Meeting with the Senior Staff. Wherein Picard discusses what to do with their new, er. "Guests." ]







As you enter sickbay tonight, escorted there by Lieutenant Worf and his security detail, you may notice it isn't all that unusual. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you could 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 Chief Medical Officer Crusher herself, she's well-groomed and kindly, wearing her teal uniform and a blue coat. No masks, no rubber gloves. The most dangerous thing about her is that maternal look in her eyes; the one that scolds you for not doing your homework, or leaving your dirty dishes in your room.

The crew makes no promises for Dr. McCoy, on the other hand. He isn't one of ours. You should probably watch your neck.

"All right, don't be shy," Dr. Crusher calls out as you enter. "Come in and sit down. It's just a scan and maybe a hypospray, nothing to worry about."

Probably.


[ooc: This is an open log for everybody. Tagging isn't mandatory, but 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 Bones McCoy and Beverly Crusher (NPC) on deck, so if you'd prefer one over the other just specify it in your tag. If you would like more details about sickbay, here's the wiki page. If you haven't made your OP yet, you can assume the doctors will want to see your character shortly after they arrive.]

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[never_felt_better]

"Uh, well, I've got some bad news for you there, doc," he says, keeping his humor intact. "You see, I've spent the last few months out in the most backwater parts of space, so you may read some things that aren't, uh, Earth-Normal. Like the translator microbes that are colonizing at the base of my brain."

He rubs the back of his neck, smiling apologetically. And then he starts to think about getting tossed off the Enterprise, and all the times Aeryn has told him to shut up for his own good. "Uh, shouldn't be anything contagious, though. And one thing your tricorder won't pick up is the big honkin' Peacekeeper I brought onboard with me."

[ten_fwd_npcs]

Beverly blinks at the news of microbes colonizing at the base of his brain. "Microbes," she repeats. "Could you be more...specific?"

Because that is most definitely going in her notes.

"Peacekeeper?"

[never_felt_better]

Specific? His lips twitch.

"Sure. Sit down, doc, I'll tell you the story about the boy from Oz," John says. "Once upon a time, he was just your average astronaut living at the turn of the 21st century, when all of a sudden he got sucked through a wormhole and spit out in the most distant parts of space. Upon arrival, he was shot up with this weird alien goo that allowed him to understand thousands, maybe millions of alien dialects. The goo, they said, contains micro-biological organisms that feed off of alien speech like ticks on a dog, processing that into words we puny humans can understand. Now that everyone's speaking the same language, one alien yells this, another yells that, and the boy from Oz gets thrown into the slammer with that."

He points at the dark-haired woman who's being seen to by Dr. McCoy. "The radiant Aeryn Sun, Peacekeeper commando, a Sebacean with a penchant for violence and a winning personality. You got dental on this boat? 'Cuz she'll knock the teeth right out of your head if the fancy strikes her. That's why I'm sitting over here." Whether he means he's keeping his distance out of self-preservation, or keeping an eye on Aeryn to make sure she doesn't lose it on anybody here, the doc's just going to have to wait and see.

[do_your_duty]

Aeryn, who just happens to look up at that time. Blame the frelling universe.

Say that it has something to do with innate awareness of being talked about and insulted nearby.
Especially given John Crichton can't do anything small. Given the moving and the fact he's pointing at her.






It has nothing whatsoever to do with her sighting the one familiar face here -- the only person in the room who might have a clue what is going through her head; and why, especially right now -- while still waiting for Bones' machine to decide what she is. Which is, of course, why she raises her eyebrows sharply at looking over to find him pointing. Talking about her?

Making her roll her eyes toward the ceiling with a shake of her head, and just looks back at the man calling himself a doctor beside her.

[ten_fwd_npcs]

Slowly, over the entirety of John's story, Beverly's eyebrows are starting to creep up. More and more she's getting the feeling this one is going to take more than just a cursory scan to get all that history down.

Well, isn't today just turning into a fun excursion through the weird, wonderful and sometimes mildly terrifying. (We're blaming that incident with the sun earlier, don't feel bad, John.) "Well. I can assure you that should she try to knock anyone's teeth out our Security Chief will have things well in hand," Beverly says, opting to neatly sidestep the obviously touchy subject of McCoy's current patient. "In the meantime--do you have any known conditions other than the 'weird alien goo'?"

[never_felt_better]

John immediately retracts his arm when Aeryn glances his way. Sometimes she scares the crap out of him, though he'll never say so to her face. Nope, never.

"Uh." He shakes his head, returning to the doctor. "No. No conditions. I was cleared for space by the best docs in Texas and Florida. But, uh. If anything does happen with Aeryn, let me handle her before you sic the Klingon warrior on her? I don't know if they'd kill each other or become best friends, but either option is terrifying."

[ten_fwd_npcs]

Against her better judgement, Beverly chuckles at the description of the woman as she scans over John.

The readings aren't out of line with what he's told her, though, and so she continues on with the biobed readouts. "I will do my best to let you know if there is a problem hopefully before Mr. Worf is called in, of course."

[never_felt_better]

"Thanks, doc," he smiles. He still can't get over where he is. Mr. Worf, their Klingon chief of security. Beverly Crusher. Hell, if he runs into Counselor Troi or Captain Picard next, he might have a heart attack from all the excitement. And then he'd end up right back in this bed.

"Swings and roundabouts," he mutters aloud to himself. "How's it lookin', doc? Am I gonna make it?"

[ten_fwd_npcs]

She can't not chuckle at that, and she gestures up to the readout screen. "Oh, you'll be fine," she says. "You look perfectly healthy. Nothing that would keep you quarantined."

[never_felt_better]

"Great," he says. It actually is kind of a relief, given where he's been for the last couple of months. The phrase irreversibly contaminated pops into his head. He glances back over at Aeryn, wondering how her physical is going. "Does that mean we get to ditch the security detail soon? 'Cuz I know this ship is bigger than a lounge, a couple bunks, and an elevator."

John's ready to see it with his own eyes.

[ten_fwd_npcs]

"That's up to the captain," she says, smiling pertly. "Just because you're not sick doesn't mean you're not dangerous. Now, I'm going to give you a hypospray. It's just a precaution, to make sure you're vaccinated against anything you might encounter while here on the Enterprise."

[never_felt_better]

"Dangerous? Who, me?" John grins. "Doc, I'm as harmless as apple pie."

He can't really blame them, though. He did come in seconds before the gun-wielding commando. He's itchy to get out and explore the ship, but maybe if he's a very good boy and he does all his chores just so, the captain will give the go ahead.

"Yeah, sure, I understand," he nods. "It can't be any worse than some of the stuff I've had done to me elsewhere."

[ten_fwd_npcs]

"Elsewhere?" Beverly repeats, arching an eyebrow.

She barely waits for an answer before hypoing his shoulder.

[never_felt_better]

"Yeah, I — ow! Hey, a little warning next time, maybe?" John gripes good-humoredly. It was just a little prick, nothing that bad, but it's the principle of the thing. "Yeah, just the usual stuff you come across in space. Uh, well, I'm using 'usual' lightly there. But it's nothing to be worried about, your machines said I checked out, right?"

He doesn't exactly want to get into NamTar and all the other weirdness he's been through lately. He may never leave.

[ten_fwd_npcs]

Dr. Crusher looks suspicious, but he does have a point. The vaccine she just gave him should cover anything the scans may have missed.

"You're right," she sighs. "Just let me know if you have any other run-ins with 'alien goo', all right?"

She smiles patiently.

[never_felt_better]

John smiles affably.

"Will do, doc," he says, with all his Southern charm.

Just then, he can hear Aeryn's voice cutting through the room. It's not overly loud, but there's no mistaking the fierce, firm 'No!', followed by the sound of scuffling. John's on his feet in an instant, eyes darting over to where she currently has Bones in a hold.

"Dammit, I take my eyes off of her for one second," he mutters.

[ten_fwd_npcs]

"Oh my word," Beverly breathes, rushing around the table. "Security!"

[never_felt_better]

"No, wait!" John yells, holding out a hand to stop her in her tracks. "Remember what I asked? Let me handle this. It'll be okay, she'll react better if we don't all rush in on her at once."

Dr. Crusher doesn't look happy about being held back, but she did give him her word that she would do what she could. John nods, taking two fast steps away from her and toward the kerfuffle.

"Thank you. We're done, right?" he asks, even though it's not like he's going to wait for the answer anyway. "Thanks, doc!"

And with that, he's off.