[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.]

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"Time was...different," she repeats, though she goes ahead and runs the tricorder over the woman, wondering what on earth it will spit out this time.

God help her if McCoy is getting all the normal ones now.

"Aside from being dead, is there anything I ought to know about your medical history?"

[home_fires_burning]

Perfectly healthy woman--well, do Starfleet records recognize jötnar? Because she's not human, for all that she looks it.

There's really not much difference between what she is and human, besides the magic, which probably doesn't show up on a scan anyway.

"I've had two children, and I've eaten of the apples of youth," she says. "But that was all before."

[ten_fwd_npcs]

Well, they don't recognize frost giants in particular, but they certainly do recognize non humans; there are enough on board the Federation starships--and always have been--that they ought to.

"The apples of youth? And what...exactly did they do?" Medically speaking, Beverly takes nothing for granted, including leading--or misleading--names.

[home_fires_burning]

"They restore youth and health and strength," she explains. "The gods have them all the time--that's how they maintain their hold on the world--but we were in the land of punishment for thousands of years, slowly falling apart. The apples fixed that."

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"Ah," Beverly intones; nothing today is going as planned, is it? She's almost used to this treatment after her patients today.

"And did you contract anything you might know about in the...ah, land of punishment?"

[home_fires_burning]

"If I did, it would be gone now," she says. "I've died and been reborn since then. We weren't really exposed to anything there but the venom. It hardened my hands until I couldn't move them anymore, and my husband had it even worse, but you see..."

She holds her hands up, flexes her fingers.

"Good as new."

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Beverly finds herself smiling a the flexing. She doesn't know why, but even the bits and pieces of the tale she caught were making her imagination come up with some awful pictures.

"I'm glad to hear it," she says, checking the biobed readings once more, now that its scan is completed. "And I'm glad to tell you that your scan is clear, and you don't have anything to take care of that the equipment here can pick up."

[home_fires_burning]

"Excellent," she says. "I know some healing, so injuries aren't a problem, and if you've got sickness under control here, I think everything will be just fine."

[ten_fwd_npcs]

"We've logged your readings into our computers just in case," she adds. "So if anything comes up, we'll have a baseline for treating you. I'm not sure a vaccine is necessary, given your particular ... physiology. But I would appreciate it if you would inform me immediately of any changes in your normal routine, any signs of illness or abnormalities, so we can give you another scan."

She slips her hands into her pockets and considers Sigyn carefully for a moment. "One more thing, what is your age?"

[home_fires_burning]

"I wouldn't know," she says. "I wasn't yet thirty, when we went to the land of punishment, and then we had... twelve thousand years or so? So long I doubt anyone could give an exact number. And then however long I was dead. There's no way to count that either."

She should really pick a plausible number and use that.

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Beverly marvels.

She had suspected as much from what her readings were telling her, even if Sigyn's story is a little hard to believe. She wanted it to be a malfunction, some plausible explanation, but no.

"And what species are you?" she asks. "I notice you're not human, though you look like you could be."