[Sickbay]: Round Fifteen - Scans and Vaccinations
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ten_fwd_npcs
If this is your first trip to Sickbay, you may be surprised to see that it's a fairly ordinary-looking hospital. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you might 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 the staff, they're all well-groomed and friendly — even the more unusual aliens.
If you're new to the ship, no doubt you've been escorted here by the security team. Nothing to worry about, the doctors just want to make sure you aren't carrying any viruses or are vulnerable to terrible space disease. Once you've been checked over — a quick scan from a tricorder and any necessary vaccines — you'll be free to go. Lollipops are optional.
"All right, step on in," one of them calls out as you enter. "Don't be afraid. It's just a scan and a hypospray, nothing to worry about."
[ooc: Sickbay is, as always, OTA and open until the next one goes up for latecomers! For new characters: tagging isn't mandatory but IC going to sickbay is. 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. There is a post up in the OOC comm with more details about Sickbay and which doctors are on deck this month, if you have any questions.]
A Stabbing Is Not An Appropriate Birthday Present
2015-Sep-12, Saturday 05:07 pmstudent_lighterSickbay: [for Carson so our little whitelighter doesn't die.]
Chris ran toward the playpen. Gideon had vanished, no doubt staying invisible until he could make a move on Wyatt. He had to get the toddler out of here, or else all of his hard work was going to be for nothing. The trauma of Gideon's attempt to pierce his shield and kill him would turn him evil. And then, Chris's future was doomed. Well, it was already pretty much doomed. The world was a mess and his Wyatt wanted to kill Chris since his little brother didn't want to play 'take over the world' with him.
The Whitelighter-Witch ran, but was only able to take a handful of steps before Gideon materialized, his knife sinking in his abdomen. He watched the elder walk over and pick up his big little brother(time travel was so confusing) and orb away.
Chris fell the the attic floor, calling for his father, the older Whitelighter to help heal him, and go after Wyatt.He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them, Chris was still on the floor.
But not the floor of the Halliwell Manor. But the Book was next to him. An old book, quite thick.
He tried to get up. Nope, that wasn't going to happen. Chris tried to orb back to the manor, so his father could get to him. Instead, the Whitelighter-Witch just dematerialized in a flash of blue and white lights, and then materialized again in the same place.
"Anyone have a bandaid?"
[Sickbay: After the funtimez that is emergency surgery, OPEN]
Chris sat up in bed and looked around, for the first time getting a good handle on his surroundings. The Halliwell's Book of Shadow's was beside him. Good. At least no one had tried to walk away with it while he was unconscious.
This was.....not like any hospital he'd ever seen before. And it wasn't the Manor, Magic School or any plane he was familiar with. So...how did he get here? Did Gideon orb him here so he wouldn't be able to help Wyatt? Focusing for a minute, his eyes widened in alarm. Definitely a different plane. He couldn't feel his Mom and his Aunts. Or Leo. He had to hope that Leo would get to Wyatt. Save him. Chris would just have to get back as soon as he could. Well, bright side at least he wouldn't be in the same reality when he was born? Which was any minute now.
"I don't mean to be rude, but I can't be here right now."
Chris ran toward the playpen. Gideon had vanished, no doubt staying invisible until he could make a move on Wyatt. He had to get the toddler out of here, or else all of his hard work was going to be for nothing. The trauma of Gideon's attempt to pierce his shield and kill him would turn him evil. And then, Chris's future was doomed. Well, it was already pretty much doomed. The world was a mess and his Wyatt wanted to kill Chris since his little brother didn't want to play 'take over the world' with him.
The Whitelighter-Witch ran, but was only able to take a handful of steps before Gideon materialized, his knife sinking in his abdomen. He watched the elder walk over and pick up his big little brother(time travel was so confusing) and orb away.
Chris fell the the attic floor, calling for his father, the older Whitelighter to help heal him, and go after Wyatt.He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them, Chris was still on the floor.
But not the floor of the Halliwell Manor. But the Book was next to him. An old book, quite thick.
He tried to get up. Nope, that wasn't going to happen. Chris tried to orb back to the manor, so his father could get to him. Instead, the Whitelighter-Witch just dematerialized in a flash of blue and white lights, and then materialized again in the same place.
"Anyone have a bandaid?"
[Sickbay: After the funtimez that is emergency surgery, OPEN]
Chris sat up in bed and looked around, for the first time getting a good handle on his surroundings. The Halliwell's Book of Shadow's was beside him. Good. At least no one had tried to walk away with it while he was unconscious.
This was.....not like any hospital he'd ever seen before. And it wasn't the Manor, Magic School or any plane he was familiar with. So...how did he get here? Did Gideon orb him here so he wouldn't be able to help Wyatt? Focusing for a minute, his eyes widened in alarm. Definitely a different plane. He couldn't feel his Mom and his Aunts. Or Leo. He had to hope that Leo would get to Wyatt. Save him. Chris would just have to get back as soon as he could. Well, bright side at least he wouldn't be in the same reality when he was born? Which was any minute now.
"I don't mean to be rude, but I can't be here right now."
atadiscovererDr. Beckett was the on-duty doctor at the moment.
Of course, there were other doctors and medical staff around. He was just the first one out to see the patients. There aren't that many, however, so he's busying himself with reading over Federation medical texts. Despite his skill at learning and adapting, he still has 300 years of medical history and technology to catch up on.
Of course, when hearing the doors swish open, he looks up from his PADD, offering the newcomer, a moderately annoyed-looking young girl, a pleasant smile.
"Good afternoon," He greets, Scottish-accented voice pleasant and friendly. "Can I help you?"
Because she didn't look injured... Of course, looks can be deceiving.
Of course, there were other doctors and medical staff around. He was just the first one out to see the patients. There aren't that many, however, so he's busying himself with reading over Federation medical texts. Despite his skill at learning and adapting, he still has 300 years of medical history and technology to catch up on.
Of course, when hearing the doors swish open, he looks up from his PADD, offering the newcomer, a moderately annoyed-looking young girl, a pleasant smile.
"Good afternoon," He greets, Scottish-accented voice pleasant and friendly. "Can I help you?"
Because she didn't look injured... Of course, looks can be deceiving.
[Sickbay]: Round Thirteen Scans and Vaccines
2015-Jul-18, Saturday 10:51 pmten_fwd_npcsFor those entering for the first time, no doubt you've been escorted here by the security team. You may be surprised to see that it's a fairly ordinary-looking hospital. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you might 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 the staff, they're all well-groomed and friendly — even the more unusual aliens.
There's nothing to worry about, the doctors just want to make sure you aren't carrying any viruses or are vulnerable to catching new diseases. Once you've been checked over — a quick scan from a tricorder and any necessary vaccines — you'll be free to go. Lollipops are optional.
"All right, step on in," one of them calls out as you enter. "Don't be afraid. It's just a scan and a hypospray, nothing to worry about."
[ooc: Sickbay is, as always, OTA and open for backtagging! For new characters: tagging isn't mandatory but IC going to sickbay is. 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. Julian Bashir is acting as head of the medical staff for the time being, so if anyone needs to ask him questions, tag in for him. For everyone else getting standard checkups, tag in specifying which doctor you would prefer in the subject line of your tag, otherwise one will leap on you as they are available. There is a post up in the OOC comm with more details about Sickbay and which doctors are on deck this month, if you have any questions.]
Arrival (OTA)
2015-Jul-13, Monday 12:58 pmredarrowqueen( Meanwhile in Starling City )
The bright light that had just been in Starling City dropped a just stabbed and beaten senseless young woman (dressed in clothing circa the 21 century and typical of a young woman from the period) into what reminded her of a lounge, a future form of the club she ran maybe? But that was when her body overruled and before she could ask what had happened she passed out, quickly crashing into a column and hitting her head in the process.
But thankfully whoever finds her would find an ID in the pocket of her leather jacket along with the recently grabbed bow and arrows (abet a bit bloody) that had somehow made the trip. Hopefully someone finds her fast since the stabbing is not helping things at the moment.
[ooc: Thea will wake up once sickbay goes online!]
The bright light that had just been in Starling City dropped a just stabbed and beaten senseless young woman (dressed in clothing circa the 21 century and typical of a young woman from the period) into what reminded her of a lounge, a future form of the club she ran maybe? But that was when her body overruled and before she could ask what had happened she passed out, quickly crashing into a column and hitting her head in the process.
But thankfully whoever finds her would find an ID in the pocket of her leather jacket along with the recently grabbed bow and arrows (abet a bit bloody) that had somehow made the trip. Hopefully someone finds her fast since the stabbing is not helping things at the moment.
[ooc: Thea will wake up once sickbay goes online!]
[Sickbay]: Round Twelve Scans and Vaccines
2015-Jun-28, Sunday 11:25 pmten_fwd_npcsAlthough the alternate timeline's Dr. Crusher has done outstanding work helping to combat the virus that turned so many of the ship's passengers into children earlier in the month, it's still Dr. Julian Bashir acting as the interim CMO, with all the duties and responsibilities that entails.
At least now there's only the number of children there should be, with the medical and scientific staff having succeeded in returning all Q's victims to their correct age.
For those entering for the first time, no doubt you've been escorted here by the security team. You may be surprised to see that it's a fairly ordinary-looking hospital. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you might 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 the staff, they're all well-groomed and friendly — even the more unusual aliens.
There's nothing to worry about, the doctors just want to make sure you aren't carrying any viruses or are vulnerable to catching new diseases. Once you've been checked over — a quick scan from a tricorder and any necessary vaccines — you'll be free to go. Lollipops are optional.
"All right, step on in," one of them calls out as you enter. "Don't be afraid. It's just a scan and a hypospray, nothing to worry about."
[ooc: Sickbay is, as always, OTA and open for backtagging! For new characters: tagging isn't mandatory but IC going to sickbay is. 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. Julian Bashir is acting as head of the medical staff for the time being, so if anyone needs to thread fallout from the kidplot or ask him questions, he will have a toplevel you can tag. For everyone else getting standard checkups, tag in specifying which doctor you would prefer in the subject line of your tag, otherwise one will leap on you as they are available. There is a post up in the OOC comm with more details about Sickbay and which doctors are on deck this month, if you have any questions.]
Medicine is a real Science
2015-Jun-09, Tuesday 11:27 pmatadiscoverer[Medical Labs / Sickbay - Multiple Days]
So, it's been a busy few days, and a few days where a certain Dr. Beckett has basically been a permanent fixture in Sickbay and the labs adjacent. He'll have been seen bustling in and around, always with a PADD, Tricorder, hypospray or specimen vial in his hand.
He's running tests, comparisons, air screenings, water screenings, filter screenings, asking other people for their advice on terms and systems he knows not a thing about... He's quite the dilligent worker... or obsessed, whichever you prefer.
He always has time to answer questions, though, even though he has few answers at this point. People can catch him in Sickbay, or on the way to the labs. When in the labs, he can be seen hunched over equipment, asking the computer questions, and, sometimes, even holding what seems to be a non-Federation scanning device. When he's using this piece of equipment, he's physically writing things down in an odd-looking language.
He may seem tired, but one thing that never fails is his professionalism and dedication.
So, it's been a busy few days, and a few days where a certain Dr. Beckett has basically been a permanent fixture in Sickbay and the labs adjacent. He'll have been seen bustling in and around, always with a PADD, Tricorder, hypospray or specimen vial in his hand.
He's running tests, comparisons, air screenings, water screenings, filter screenings, asking other people for their advice on terms and systems he knows not a thing about... He's quite the dilligent worker... or obsessed, whichever you prefer.
He always has time to answer questions, though, even though he has few answers at this point. People can catch him in Sickbay, or on the way to the labs. When in the labs, he can be seen hunched over equipment, asking the computer questions, and, sometimes, even holding what seems to be a non-Federation scanning device. When he's using this piece of equipment, he's physically writing things down in an odd-looking language.
He may seem tired, but one thing that never fails is his professionalism and dedication.
A Not-Dead Acting Captain Rolls into a Bar... { open }
2015-May-17, Sunday 10:32 pmdaddykirk------ >> Arrival - Ten Forward
( Warning! non-graphic detailing of blood, lacerations/cuts and 1st degree burns; cut just in case )
------ >> Post Sickbay - Observation Lounge
Healed and cleared, George.... feels out of sorts. And not just because he's survived a collision of deathly and epic proportions or even because he crash landed in a lounge filled with people, but because this isn't his world—this isn't his time. For the third time in his life words are difficult to produce although that isn't to say he goes out of his way to avoid talking to others. He isn't rude to people who want to talk but he's new and new is easy to avoid, especially when that friendly nature of his is muted, smothered in worry.
Thoughts are heavy and sapping, appetite for food lessened and for sleep grown, all while his heart aches constantly in his chest. And somehow that's all easier than the alternative; finding out what happened that day. So being alone is easier. Or trying to be is, anyway. Observation decks aren't private, after all, and only some people don't get tired of looking at the wonder that is space after a time.
George Kirk is one of them and he sits, reclined, his head tilted as he looks out to the glittering black. It was nothing like they ever had on the Kelvin, or even the stations he'd been at before then, and it's nothing short of spectacular. Maybe that's what steals his action today, makes him still and calm. Maybe it's enough for an easy conversation with someone this time.
( Warning! non-graphic detailing of blood, lacerations/cuts and 1st degree burns; cut just in case )
------ >> Post Sickbay - Observation Lounge
Healed and cleared, George.... feels out of sorts. And not just because he's survived a collision of deathly and epic proportions or even because he crash landed in a lounge filled with people, but because this isn't his world—this isn't his time. For the third time in his life words are difficult to produce although that isn't to say he goes out of his way to avoid talking to others. He isn't rude to people who want to talk but he's new and new is easy to avoid, especially when that friendly nature of his is muted, smothered in worry.
Thoughts are heavy and sapping, appetite for food lessened and for sleep grown, all while his heart aches constantly in his chest. And somehow that's all easier than the alternative; finding out what happened that day. So being alone is easier. Or trying to be is, anyway. Observation decks aren't private, after all, and only some people don't get tired of looking at the wonder that is space after a time.
George Kirk is one of them and he sits, reclined, his head tilted as he looks out to the glittering black. It was nothing like they ever had on the Kelvin, or even the stations he'd been at before then, and it's nothing short of spectacular. Maybe that's what steals his action today, makes him still and calm. Maybe it's enough for an easy conversation with someone this time.
so wake me up when it's all over ( open )
2015-May-16, Saturday 09:40 pmethnobotanyArrival
Later
Closed
The last week was very literal hell for everyone in Zelien. Between the Eldritch horror, the rain of COMPASS monsters, and the cultists, survival was difficult for seven days. Well, survival in Zelien was always difficult, but it seemed much more so now. The days passed by so quickly and yet so slowly, to the point where each hour bled into the next, each day bled forward and Beverly fully lost all track of time. Nothing was safe and after living even a short time like that, even the most stalwart of people couldn't take it forever. So when the frantic man with white hair came through the mess advertising a serum that would take them through to COMPASS' realm where they could, theoretically, defeat the organization and get everyone to safety, if not home... to say she had jumped at the chance would be an understatement. At least, after she had ascertained that the serum wouldn't do any damage to anyone. While she couldn't be absolutely certain, she was sure enough and it would be better than their current options. With the serum in her system, she had followed the frantic man.
One side of the portal was Zelien. On the other, she found herself being tossed a good few feet and then dropped, landing on her back with a whoosh of air. With the breath knocked out of her, she takes a few seconds to recover and in that time, security is called to Ten Forward. Her phaser rifle sure does stand out. The altercation when she tries to stand is short, her surprise and a touch of fear being the largest reasons she resists so hard at first. Eventually, she relinquishes the weapon, snapping, "Okay, okay! Take it!" They like that better, leaving her to get reacquainted with the middle of Ten Forward and the stares of whoever happened to witness the scene.
Later
Once she's gotten the idea of what's going on, has dealt with something else, and has managed to accept the idea that this might not be a hallucination from the serum or COMPASS using one of her most important memories against her, she heads for the replicator and a cup of Earl Grey tea. She hasn't honestly had anything that wasn't canned pears, coffee, or creamed corn in so long. This might be overdoing it, but at this point, she's given up caring. After a moment's thought, she replicates a croissant to go with it. Both she'll take up to a table in the corner where she can, hopefully, sit in peace and get her head on straight. Looks like she can finally have a cup of coffee and a croissant tomorrow. For the first time in weeks.
For anyone who might want to approach, she doesn't look entirely unapproachable. She is tense, though, extremely so and she's noticeably facing towards the room at large with her back to the wall, watching people with the gaze of someone who has learned not to let her guard down too much. It'll pass and in time she'll be back to herself. Right now, she's just on the edge of a breakdown. Good thing she has that medical training to separate her emotions from a situation, right?
Closed
After getting more food and drink in her than she usually gets in a day in Zelien, she finally takes a deep breath and decides to go ahead with something that needs doing. This... will be difficult, but she needs to do it. For both of their sakes.
"Crusher to Picard." Pause. "Do you have a minute, Jean-Luc?"
She uses his first name in her request to show that she's coming to him not as his Chief Medical Officer, but as his friend, as a friend who needs him. Because she does. If there's anything in this universe that she needs right now, it's as many friendly faces and people as she can gather, people she can be sure of. That and she does have a lot to tell him.
[Sickbay]: Round Ten Scans and Vaccines
2015-Apr-17, Friday 10:47 pmten_fwd_npcsIf this is your first trip to Sickbay, you may be surprised to see that it's a fairly ordinary-looking hospital. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you might 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 the staff, they're all well-groomed and friendly — even the more unusual aliens.
If you're new to the ship, no doubt you've been escorted here by the security team. Nothing to worry about, the doctors just want to make sure you aren't carrying any viruses or are vulnerable to terrible space disease. Once you've been checked over — a quick scan from a tricorder and any necessary vaccines — you'll be free to go. Lollipops are optional.
"All right, step on in," one of them calls out as you enter. "Don't be afraid. It's just a scan and a hypospray, nothing to worry about."
[ooc: Sickbay is, as always, OTA and open until the next one goes up for latecomers! For new characters: tagging isn't mandatory but IC going to sickbay is. 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. There will be a post up in the OOC comm shortly with more details about Sickbay and which doctors are on deck this month, if you have any questions.]
[Sickbay]: Round Nine Scans and Vaccines
2015-Mar-23, Monday 10:20 pmten_fwd_npcsBoy, is Beverly ever glad things are back to normal — or at least what passes for normal these days. Things got a little strange last month, but so far there haven't been any out-of-the-ordinary incidents. That should probably worry her, huh?
If this is your first trip to Sickbay, you may be surprised to see that it's a fairly ordinary-looking hospital. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you might 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 the staff, they're all well-groomed and friendly. As a matter of fact, all personnel look harmless. Well, relatively harmless.
If you're new to the ship, no doubt you've been escorted here by the security team. Nothing to worry about, the doctors just want to make sure you aren't carrying any viruses or are vulnerable to terrible space disease. Once you've been checked over — a quick scan from a tricorder and any necessary vaccines — you'll be free to go. Lollipops are optional.
"All right, step on in," one of them calls out as you enter. "Don't be afraid. It's just a scan and a hypospray, nothing to worry about."
[ooc: Sickbay is, as always, OTA and open until the next one goes up for latecomers! For new characters: tagging isn't mandatory but IC going to sickbay is. 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: if you have a preference which doctor sees your character, please specify in the subject line of your tag who you would like (Beverly Crusher, Trance Gemini, Julian Bashir, Simon Tam, Sam Wilson, Merlin, Meh Yewll, Bruce Banner, Todd, and the newly cleared Carson Beckett are definitely on deck, with possible appearances by others). There is a post up in the OOC comm with more details, if you have any questions.]
1st Gate ~ Ten Forward
2015-Mar-23, Monday 08:30 amatadiscovererA man gets thrown onto the floor of Ten Forward, instantly clearing the people in the small area between the bar and the seating area.
Carson, meanwhile, has no idea where he is, what just happened... All he can remember is feeling the heat on his back, and ending up... wherever here is.
Looking up, he blinks. Confused. He was in Atlantis a few moments ago, on the OR level, having just removed...
Yes. The exploding tumour. Had it exploded? Was this...?
No. He was still alive. His heart was beating ten to the dozen, and he could feel the sweat rolling off his brow. On instinct, he reaches behind him, feeling his back. No burns...
Definitely alive.
He then becomes aware of the people around him, some of them muttering concernedly. He smiles, nervously, slowly sitting up.
"Ah... Sorry... Can... Can anyone tell me where I am?"
This wasn't the weirdest thing that had happened, but it was still pretty up there. Who gets involved in an explosion and ends up in a bar?
((OOC: Apologies to everyone who left a top-level who I haven't tagged. I should have specified earlier that I'd prefer to not have a load of people encountering him "first" as it were.))
Carson, meanwhile, has no idea where he is, what just happened... All he can remember is feeling the heat on his back, and ending up... wherever here is.
Looking up, he blinks. Confused. He was in Atlantis a few moments ago, on the OR level, having just removed...
Yes. The exploding tumour. Had it exploded? Was this...?
No. He was still alive. His heart was beating ten to the dozen, and he could feel the sweat rolling off his brow. On instinct, he reaches behind him, feeling his back. No burns...
Definitely alive.
He then becomes aware of the people around him, some of them muttering concernedly. He smiles, nervously, slowly sitting up.
"Ah... Sorry... Can... Can anyone tell me where I am?"
This wasn't the weirdest thing that had happened, but it was still pretty up there. Who gets involved in an explosion and ends up in a bar?
((OOC: Apologies to everyone who left a top-level who I haven't tagged. I should have specified earlier that I'd prefer to not have a load of people encountering him "first" as it were.))