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ten_fwd2014-05-22 08:39 pm
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Entry tags:
- !sickbay,
- adam park,
- aeryn sun,
- andros,
- billy cranston,
- booker dewitt,
- butch cassidy,
- eleanor lamb,
- ian chesterton,
- jack twist,
- john crichton,
- kate barlow,
- leonard 'bones' mccoy,
- loki (myth),
- mireille adler,
- natasha romanoff,
- philip/raito sonozaki,
- pyrrha pandora,
- sharon carter,
- sigyn (myth),
- sinthia schmidt,
- steph rogers,
- steve rogers,
- trance gemini,
- zinda blake
[Sickbay]: Round One scans and vaccines
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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It wasn't the first person that was suspicious. He didn't like dealing with it, but at this point it was part of the job.
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"That's quite an impressive list. Seems harmless enough, I wager. Don't think I'm carryin' in the plague, but t'you folk who knows what that could mean?"
They look soft, too-clean, like they've been living in a bubble for their whole lives. Kate wonders if any of them have ever even seen dust.
She takes a good long look at the table before casting him a dubious expression. She's a small woman, so getting herself up there could be hard to do while holding onto any scrap of dignity. She holds out a hand.
"Mind helpin' me up, sweetheart?"
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Leonard immediately held out his hand to help her onto the table. "Yeah, don't want you hurting yourself in the damn sickbay." Dr. Crusher would never let him live down hurting a patient in the sickbay.
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"I'm from hardier stock than that, but at least I've got a doctor on hand if I slip an' fall."
She adjusts her gun belt as she sits so that it rests more comfortably around her hips, and politely crosses her feet at the ankles. She may look like a rough and tumble gal, but her posture is perfect. Her smile, on the other hand, is just this side of teasing.
"Thank you kindly."
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He brought the scanner towards her and hovered it over her face, eyes on the reading screen as he waited for the results to kick back.
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She ain't ashamed to carry her guns, but she does try to be considerate of other people's feelings. She don't use them unless she has to.
She goes a little cross-eyed looking at his little doodad, curious about what it's doing. Lucky for Leonard, it won't pick up on anything too strange. Kate's your run-of-the-mill twenty-something from 1888, no strange powers, no being brought back from the dead, no unusual anatomy. She has three incompletely healed bullet wounds: one in her left thigh; one below her ribs on the left, leaving a jagged edge along her waist; and one through her right bicep. They're old, probably by a few years. She probably shows up some nasty little bacteria from unfiltered drinking water and a few wormy meals taken out on the trail, but she's in good health given the time period. Her liver will give her away for hard drinking, but she won't have to worry about that catching up with her for another decade or two, if she lives that long.
"Should you be buyin' me dinner first?"
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"No, darling, but I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I didn't offer to later, would I? Go ahead and lay down for me."
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"Already layin' me down? I dunno, doc, you don't sound like much of a gentleman t'me."
It's all just good-natured ribbing. She flashes him a smile and scoots back on the bed, carefully laying herself back. She thinks about taking off the gun belt just to make things more comfortable, but that passes quickly.
"Y'don't even need me t'disrobe?"
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"Maybe not, but it's all good intentions, I promise. And no, your clothes can stay on."
The readings popped out. Human. The bacteria wasn't so bad. Wouldn't kill her, or anyone else on the crew for that matter, but he could take care of it easily enough. Everything else read back perfectly fine.
"Alright, darling, sit up for me. We're done with that." He paused. "Now, you've got a bit of bacteria in your system. Won't kill you, but I could give you a hypospray to take care of it if you like."
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How embarrassing. It's like getting caught wearing dirty undergarments when a gust blows up your skirt.
"Now, forgive me, I'm still gettin' accustomed to all this newfangled talk, but 'bacteria' means somethin' like parasites, right? Nasty li'l critters that could make me sick? I reckon I best get rid of them, if I can."
She don't understand a lot of doctor-talk, which is probably going to make her his favorite patient on future visits. He can understand 'critter' and 'ill humor' and 'bad blood' as symptoms, right?
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Hasn't happened in years, but still wasn't a big deal. He picked up a hypospray with all the regulated vaccines. It'd kill off the bacteria just fine.
"Yeah, same idea. Parasites are a little different, but not much in most respects. Could make you sick, but most likely won't. Still, it wouldn't hurt to get it out of you. It's going to sting for a second, alright?"
He didn't want to surprise her with the pain. Nah, she was too charming for that. He had a feeling that he'd always be happy to see her. She was just different, and he liked that.
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"That ain't gonna turn me into some two-headed beast, right? Maybe I should watch somma the other patients, see if any of 'em keel over first."
But she isn't going for her gun or even shying away from him. She's been watching the other patients, and nobody seems to be in distress. Besides, if he sends her off to her Maker, he should know he won't be far behind.
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"It shouldn't. You're welcome to stay at the station for a while. There are occasionally some side effects, allergic reactions, but it's rare. The risk of one should pass in about ten minutes. As long as it looks like I'm working on something, Dr. Crusher won't mind you staying put until the waiting period is over."
He could always work on annotating different files.
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"How do I know you ain't jus' tryin' t'keep me here for your own nefarious purposes? D'you invite all the ladies to stay longer?"
One thing you should figure out pretty quick about Kate Barlow is she ain't gonna give you an easy time. She's a pistol, and she knows it.
Still, she unbuttons her cuff and starts rolling up her sleeve.
"All right, doctor. Do your worst."
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"No, just the ones that make good conversation."
He picked up the hypospray and took her wrist gently so it didn't move. Then he pressed the hypo against her skin and set it off. It would hurt. A lot. At least for a second. Then the pain would go away quickly. He pulled away quickly and set the hypo aside.
"You're free to leave whenever you'd like."
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She sucks in a sharp breath when the hypo goes off, rubbing the spot after Leonard pulls away. Ain't that odd, now? Not even a puncture wound.
"Thank you, doctor. I s'pose that wasn't so bad."
She slips down off the biobed, and glances up at him with a cat-who-ate-the-canary grin.
"I'll still be countin' on you for that dinner, though."
She winks. He's a busy man, so she won't keep him any longer. But it's nice having someone you can tease a bit.
[ ooc: I'm sorry, I meant to throw a tag on this much, much sooner! Thank you so much, they're lovely and I definitely want them to thread again. ^__^]
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"I'll find a spot in my schedule for you, darlin'."
[ occ: No, it's okay! I've been M.I.A. for a while, so I probably wouldn't have gotten to it for a while anyway. :) I'd love for them to thread again! <3 ]