[Sickbay]: Round One scans and vaccines

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[ 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.]

Comments

[heartofasun]

Well how was she going to dance around this? That was rather direct.

"Um, well, it's not really a condition....or maybe it is a condition." Of existence. "I'm not going to hurt anyone, honest." Well, she probably wasnt going to hurt anyway, She'd try her best not to melt anyone and control her own core temperature.

"Do you have any theories...?" Trance had to ask. " I'll give you 20 questions. I'll answer yes or no." This was actually kind of fun. She hadn't had a chance to play like this in years. There wasn't that much chaos in this universe, well not as much as in her own, and when all of this dust settled she had no doubt things would go back to normal.

She'd enjoy the chaos while she could.

[shut_up_dammit]

Leonard walked over and glared at her. When she started full-out toying with them, Leonard glared harder, practically scowling.

"Yeah, I have a question for you. How the hell would you like it if we put you up in quarantine because we can't figure out what the hell you are and you're not cooperating with us?"

Straight to the point, isn't he?

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"Doctor McCoy," Beverly chides.

But he does have a point.

"If you won't explain to us why we're getting these readings then we may have to detain you for the safety of everyone aboard this ship," she continues.

The world literally turns around her :)

[heartofasun]

Trance sighed. That hadn't taken them a lot of time at all. Putting a hand on the biobed, she pushed herself up, and walked a few steps away to give herself room.

"You might want to shield your eyes. I don't want to hurt you."

She tilted her head down, closed her eyes and her glamor faded away into that of an orange dwarf star--a miniature one at that. She expanded, being careful to control her own heat and not melt anyone--or anything.

"I am the avatar of the Tarn Vedran sun. A star. " She didn't want trouble, but she as curious just how they intended to detain her.

LOL.

[shut_up_dammit]

Leonard shoots Beverly a softer glare. Maybe his attitude wasn't the best, but he wasn't going to be toyed with. Wouldn't stand for it.

When Trance got off the table, he watched her carefully, not sure what to expect. Then she started to glow. No, set fire like a damn sun. Leonard shielded his eyes with his hand, attempting to peek through the cracks, but he couldn't keep his eyes open for too long. Too damn bright.

He swore under his breath. "Would you quit that, you're going to scare the rest of the damn patients!"

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Beverly, on the other hand, just stares at Trance, eyes shielded by her labcoated arm, mouth just slightly parted.

"Oh my. A...a star," she repeats, because as many things as she's heard during her time in this sickbay that doesn't even come close to routine. "How...may I ask how you...exist like this?" she asks, at something of a loss for words.

[heartofasun]

Trance reforms, wrapping the glamour once more around herself. It may become obvious to those paying attention that Trance is a conglomeration of parts, random species she's viewed in the universe and smooshed together to better interact with them. So, while her body isn't real, the parts she's mimicking are. But, she does appear golden, shimmery, as if the random parts she's pulled together can't help but give a hint of who she really was.

"Every celestial body has its avatar; stars, moons, black holes. We are a part of our true selves, created so we can more easily walk among you." And influence events, but Trance didn't say that part out loud.

[shut_up_dammit]

When she returned back to a somewhat normal state, if you could call it that, Leonard looked at her again, black spots appearing in his vision. Those would pass in time. It was just like looking at a damn star. So her little explanation seemed to make sense for it.

"Why the hell didn't you tell us that before?"

Wow I am so sorry this took so long. ><

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Beverly thinks, clearly for all she's still stunned, that she'd very much like to never meet the avatar of a black hole. "This could endanger everyone on this ship if you lose the ability to control your...form," she says.

"Or am I wrong?"

Re: Wow I am so sorry this took so long. ><

[heartofasun]

Trance smiled oh so sweetly at McCoy when he asked why she didn't just tell the truth. The real answer? Trance avoided straight talk whenever possible. And...

"It was none of your business. Also, it's easier to guide others when they think they're like you." When you were this high up in the food chain, and everyone else was down below...how could anyone ever relate? So, she hid.

But, Dr. Crusher had a point. "You are correct, that is a possibility. Remember though, space is my natural environment. If I were to endanger you, it would be easy enough to rectify that." Trance had to trust they would think of the correct option, without providing them with a step by step guide.

[shut_up_dammit]

Leonard didn't like it. Like her. The whole thing was just a giant pain in the ass. Really, he would have liked to hold her for more questions and make sure she wasn't going to burst a damn hole in the ship. A proper psychological evaluation - that's what he wanted. But that was up to Dr. Crusher. He scowled and glared towards the doctor.

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"And would you leaving the confines of the ship be enough to keep us--and the rest of the occupants--safe?" Beverly asked. "If that's the case, then I can see no reason to hold you any longer. Though," she continues, holding up a forestalling hand, "I would ask that you inform the captain of your...condition."

[heartofasun]

Trance nodded. It would probably work. She wasn't happy about telling the Captain but, she supposed it was necessary. At least in this foreign situation.

"Aye." Trance fell into practiced Commonwealth mode, nodding to both of them. "I'll talk to the Captain as soon as I can. In the meantime, would it be possible to help out here?" She held up her hands. "As soon as the Captain clears us and you're all convinced that we're not going to shoot you or anything. If you need any help. Do you use medical nanobots?"

[shut_up_dammit]

Okay, no arguing this. Dr. Crusher was in charge. And as much as having a star-woman aboard the ship freaked him out, at least if she lost control they could jettison her off the ship and everyone would be fine. Then they'd probably have to pick her up again. But those details were for the captain to iron out.

But her helping in the sickbay? That was something he might contest. Or would have on his Enterprise. His eyes flicked uncertainly from Trance to Dr. Crusher. He really hoped Beverly said no. But they could use the help, couldn't they?

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Beverly sighed.

This was not a decision she'd have liked to be faced with under any circumstances, but there it was staring her in the face. "If the Captain clears you, and the need for extra hands arises, then I can't see a reason to keep you from helping. But I would need to be sure you know what you're doing," she says, tone sterner. She will not have incompetence in her sickbay, for the benefit of everyone there.

"We do use nanites in cellular surgery procedures, yes."

[heartofasun]

"That's it?" Trance was more than a little shocked that they only used nanotech in surgical procedures. They used it for everything back home, and she meant everything. But, something occurred to her. Something that would explain everything. Well, almost everything. It would explain a lot of things.

"What century is it?"

Unlike the Federation, Trance had really no problem changing events, as long as things progressed the way she wanted them to. Dr. Crusher would soon learn she was not incompetent. In fact, she had 5 billion years of experience and had performed surgery on species she'd never even met.

[shut_up_dammit]

Great. Just what they needed. Trance in the sickbay. At least Beverly had to clear it with the captain first. Leonard was easy enough to clear - he had a file on record in the database and, well, they couldn't really contest what he'd done in the past, even if he didn't remember all of it. Or hadn't lived it yet. But Trance would be different. They wouldn't have her achievements on file. Maybe he could be grateful for that.

"It's the twenty-forth century."

He answered the question with a bit of venom on his tongue. No, he didn't like it. He was from the 23rd century. Never mind the future, he liked it where he was.

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Beverly was entertaining no thoughts of Trance being legitimately employed in her sickbay in times of something other than immediate need; she was too big a variable to be considered in such an offhand fashion.

"The year is 2366," she says. "And yes, that's it. You are not to meddle in my sickbay without my permission and my presence, assuming the captain clears you at all, which is a discussion you will need to have with him."

[heartofasun]

"Don't make me your enemy, Dr. Crusher. I'm not. I am here to help. Not in the least considering I'm from the 52nd century. Our technology is no doubt both similar and different. There is a lot we could learn from each other. For example, I would be happy to show you how to use medical nanobots to increase immune response, or a specific parasitic infection." She paused.

"This is and will always be your sickbay. But if you tie my hands, I cannot help you--especially with your ever increasing patient size. Do you honestly think Q is going to stop with just one round of strangers? The fun hasn't even begun yet. You're going to need all the help you can get. Your Federation and my Commonwealth are not that dissimilar."

[shut_up_dammit]

Leonard listened with growing concern. The thought of even more people showing up on the ship was alarming. There were already enough ridiculous aliens on board (one was more than enough, thank you), but more being added? Bad idea. Although his distrust for Trance was strong, but the mention of someone pulling them in - Q was it? - gave him far more to worry about.

"Q?" He glanced from Trance to Beverly, looking at the doctor for an answer. She was an original crew member. She'd know. And he wanted answers. Maybe this wasn't the time but like hell he was going to let it go. He thought it was an anomaly. Without a name.

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"On the contrary, I don't think you're anyone's enemy," Beverly says, all business. "I simply don't know how closely you plan to adhere to the regulations by which we, as Starfleet officers, are bound."

The earlier teasing game of twenty-questions regarding Trance's identity and vital information did not help. She turns to MCoy. "Q is the reason you are all here, Doctor. He is the anomaly you were told of."

[heartofasun]

" Well then, I think we should get to know each other better. Don't you? Do you have any information on your Starfleet regulations I could look it?"

Trance was quite sure there would be similarities with the Systems Commonwealth, both old and new. There was something about this universe, dissimilar to their own, but....woven from a similar thread.

"Our earlier incident aside, Captain Hunt would want me to respect your regulations. Unless they're really, really awful that is. No mindless killing, no chemical, or biological weapons or the like. This looks like a well functioning military vessel. I assume your regulations are well thought out."

[shut_up_dammit]

"Wait, he?"

This is news to Leonard. He. Picard failed to mention that the anomaly in charge was a living being. He knew why, of course. People would freak out if they knew the anomaly was a person like Leonard was doing. Luckily his words came out like a low whisper so no one else heard, but he'd speak to Picard about this later. Among other things, no doubt.

Then he looked at Trance. "They're not awful. They shouldn't be, at any rate. Assuming they haven't changed in the past one-hundred years." Glaring at Beverly now thanks.

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Beverly puts her face in her hands.

Just think, Beverly, you could still be the head of Starfleet medical. But no. No, you had to return to this damn ship.

"There are regulations, of course," she says, voice slightly raised. "And you will be expected to adhere to them. But as I've already informed you, Trance, that will need to be brought to the captain's attention."

Never mind the fact that she somehow knew about Q, regardless of the crew's discretion. Beverly turns next to Bones. "And as for you, could you please keep your voice down? Yes, he. Now, I don't know how Trance found out about Q, but he has meddled with things like this in the past. The captain has chosen not to share that information at present to keep things contained, and I am duty bound to follow his instructions in the matter. So stop glaring."

[heartofasun]

"Of course. I intend to speak with the Captain. As for how I knew about Q, I know a lot of things."

Trance saw reality in all its permutations. All possibilities, as real as this, went through her mind constantly. Every action had a new possibility, a new future. How did Trance know? She guessed. She was a good guesser. There were other possibilities of course, and if she had been wrong--well, she'd try again. But Trance was rarely wrong, as casino's often found out very quickly.

"Are we done here? Is there anything else you need of me?"