[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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To call Beverly surprised would be an understatement. She blinks, and gives him a stern once-over.

"I appreciate your enthusiasm," she says, patting the biobed beside her. "Are you all right?"

[scarred_grin]

"I'm fantastic," he says, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Do I get scanned, or... do you need my medical history? That could take a while. It's all in the past, though. This is actually a brand-new body, never been anywhere else but here, so I should be clean."

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"I'm sorry, what?" she exclaims.

Now Dr. Crusher is looking at him like he's completely mad. "Have you ingested any narcotics in the last forty-eight hours?"

[scarred_grin]

"Not that I know of. But I have been trying to get the replicators to make a proper egg cream, and some of the things I've gotten, who knows what was in them."

No, he's just like this normally.

Pity his poor wife.

[ten_fwd_npcs]

An eyebrow goes up. This is not helping that opinion of him being completely out of his mind.

"...So noted," she murmurs to herself. "Well, then. Let's have you lie back, and we'll see what the scanner picks up, shall we?"

she's almost afraid to know what it's going to say.

[scarred_grin]

"Scan away," he grins, settling back.

Alas, the Norse did not clarify how their gods would read to medical equipment in the future. So let's say he registers as human, because that's the form he's in, but the energy signature is... peculiar. Malleable. More energy than there ought to be, coursing through his system.

Except the mouth-scars, which don't have that energy pattern around them.

Also no germs, not even the kind people normally have on their skin.

[ten_fwd_npcs]

Oh, no. Not another one like the star earlier.

Beverly only just keeps herself from dropping her head into her hands, because that would be the height of unprofessional.

But she is very much wondering what in the world happened to make this scars on his lip give different readings from the rest of him. "Bad dermal mending?" she asks, gesturing to her own lips by proxy.

[scarred_grin]

"You could call it that," he says. "I can heal most things, but those were done by something different. Not your run-of-the-mill weapon."

An awl, wielded by the dwarves who helped construct the world. It had power in it, so his scars are permanent.

[ten_fwd_npcs]

"Is it one you plan to encounter again?" she asks.

[scarred_grin]

"Never," he says. "It's been destroyed, and as far as I know, the men who wielded it are dead. No one can do that to me again. I control my body now."

It seems like such a simple thing, but it's still one that eluded him for almost his entire existence. This really is a new start.

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She raises a brow. "I should certainly hope you do," she says. "It looks as if you're in the clear, medically speaking. Nothing I can find seems like it would be a problem for the crew, if indeed they can catch anything from you."

[scarred_grin]

"I'd say 'it won't be for lack of trying,' but they're not really sailors, so they don't have the same allure for me," he grins.

Anyway, he's got his wife here, and she's a lot more interesting.

"Thanks, Doc. I'll be back if anything changes."