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MEDBAY CATCH-ALL | JANUARY

CHARACTERS: EVERYBODY. Are you working in the Medical department? Are you sick? Do you need shrapnel dug out of your arm? Are you going in for a check-up? Are you visiting someone? Are you grabbing some space tampons? Are you just here to bitch about how terrible the Medbay coffee is? Get in here.
LOCATION: the Medbay & its adjoining areas (gravity couches; locker room; morgue; SHOWERS? idk man whatever turns you on)
WARNINGS: Sick or injured people who may or may not be tripping off their medication? Also, whatever gross weirdos happen to be in Medbay at the time.
SUMMARY: It's a catchall Medbay post! For characters to interact within the setting of Medical and do whatever the hell they want, set during the entire span of vague, nebulous space January. That is really all there is to this.
NOTES: This is really just a general catchall post for things people might not want to set up separate logs for, plus an excuse for open log mingling shenanigans. If you want to specify when in the month things take place, feel free to put it in your subject line! The same goes for whether or not the thread is locked to certain characters.

Upon leaving stasis, just beyond the gravitation chamber, you'll find the open space of Medbay. This department is equipped to perform entirely independent of human involvement, but as time has passed you'll find that medical is now attended by your fellow passengers, operating on a series of shift rotations. Not unlike the other specialties, medical is equally susceptible to loss and appears consistently in need of volunteer assistance. Admittance to the bay at large is dependent upon security clearance. For example, all passengers will be able to access bandages, low level pain medication and the like, assistants will be able to access equipment to assess a patient's vitals, and doctors will have access to controlled substances and patient medical files.

Within medical there are numerous beds and consoles to monitor the status of patients who have been admitted. Due to advances in medical technology, passengers can expect that injuries and illness will heal at an accelerated rate. Breaks and fractures, for example, will recover within a fraction of the time that would typically be expected. Rows of cabinets contain all the necessities you would expect to find in a hospital facility. Alongside the basics there are also decontamination chambers, quarantine rooms, and surgical facilities. The entire area gives a distinct impression of cleanliness and sterilization, though on closer examination, given the handful of items that have gone missing, it looks as though someone left in a hurry...

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[Simon does his best to recover, offering her a smile and an awkward laugh.]

Yeah, it's...it's good.

[Cough.]

Would you like me to show you the equipment?

Yes, that would be, that would be good.

[The way she starts that sentence, smiling and looking far too excited probably makes her seem like an over eager puppy so Bennett...tones that down a little and composes herself a bit better.]

All of this, the equipment, it appears to be...quite a bit more advanced than what I'm used to at home.

Yeah, we...get that a lot.

[The way he says it doesn't necessarily indicate that it's in a bad way, however, and he motions for her to follow him to one of the automated medical systems.]

I'm not sure if Doctor Brink explained it to you, but the crew is made up of people from all different time frames, so you wouldn't be the only one unaccustomed to working in space.

Not really. He was too focused on telling me about the wolves and the bugs and the dinosaur. And then about other passengers.

[She follows close behind him and pulls at her sleeves, fidgeting.]

Are you? Accustomed to working in space.

Right, the...dinosaur.

[Simon tries very hard not to think about the dinosaur.]

I lived in space, actually, before I came here. I was the medic on a transport ship.

So this place is relatively similar to your home, then?

It must have been a...very exciting lifestyle. Makes mine look even duller than it already was. Not that I wasn't happy with it or anything but. Easy to feel unremarkable in comparison, I suppose.

Home was...less advanced. Much smaller.

[Serenity is cozy and home. Tranquility is cavernous and terrifying and decidedly not home.]

I promise it's not all that exciting.

[Just some space cannibals and psychotic government agents.]

From your perspective, perhaps. It just seems normal. But in my time, we couldn't really send people much farther than the moon so it's all rather...grandiose. From mine. From my perspective. So I suppose it's a small comfort that this place is...also more advanced than where you're from.

[Then there's one of those awkward pauses Bennett's so good at.]

So the equipment. I'd, I'd hate to be stuck in the middle of a crisis and not know what I'm doing with, with these things.

[It takes him a second to realize they've gone off topic--but Simon is still trying to wrap his head around the fact that there are people here from Earth, and one of them looks remarkably like his sister.]

Right, sorry, I--

[He doesn't finish the sentence, instead motioning for her to take a look at a nearby console.]

Most of the equipment here is automated. Once your tattoo changes, you'll have access to surgery and prescription medication. It's fairly simple--you program the procedures through the touch screen.

It's alright. [She gives another one of those quiet, awkward giggles.]

If most of it is automated, then why is there a doctor shortage? I mean, this is very impressive technology and I'm very tempted to take these things apart to look at their circuitry and analyze their programming but I'm sure, I'm sure that would be frowned upon, even if I could put it back together--

[She's a freaky genius like your sister too, Simon.]

Sorry. So what isn't automated?

It's automated in the event there aren't doctors. There aren't very many of us now, but it's better than none.

[He frowns at the console, more out of frustration than anything.]

The machines are meant to assist, but I don't think they're a substitute for the real thing. You can program surgeries into the console, but someone has to diagnose the illnesses in the first place.

[Okay, no, she can't really resist the pull to start examining the machine anymore. She can keep herself from ripping it open to get at the insides for the moment but. Freaky genius curiosity can only be restrained for so long.]

Are the surgeries limited in any way? Just in case. It'd be good to know in advance if there's a chance I'll have to be performing emergency brain surgeries or something.

[Hey, he isn't going to stop her. It's almost refreshing to see someone so fascinated.]

Emergency surgery requires medical personnel, which--I'll be honest, I prefer. I'm not sure I could trust an automated system to reattach a limb. We do have trained surgeons on staff.

I know Doctor Brink has been working on improving the neuro-imaging equipment, if that's something you'd be interested in.

[Now that just got her attention. Like, all of it. Slowly, she looks up at Simon with her mouth gaped open a little.]

That is, that is something that I am definitely interested in. I've always wanted to get up close and personal with him. Ah, with his technology. Study his work. In person.

[Simon seems relieved that she looks so excited about the prospect. Not scaring people off is super good.]

Great, uh. He's been talking about wanting someone on his team for a while, so I'm sure he'd appreciate the help.

Really? [She has to ask because this all seems too perfect.]

That'll be wonderful. Helping him. I'm sure there's a lot that I could learn from Dr. Brink.

Yeah, he's, uh.

[Picky, insufferable and kind of weird? Yeah.]

Very smart.

[She frowns.]

You don't sound very...certain. Of that. Statement. Which leads me to believe that you have a different opinion of him. You don't have to pretend for my sake.

[Oh god wait no time to backpedal as fast as he possibly can.]

No, no, no, he's--Doctor Brink is an incredibly valuable member of the department. He's done a lot for us. Very talented.

[Buuuut...]

I've heard he's hard on his assistants, that's all.

['Hard' in the 'I want my assistants to be gofers' sort of way.]

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[She tilts her head and spends a very awkward amount of time analyzing him.]

I'm sure he's used to a certain standard and anything sub par is unacceptable to him. I don't foresee that being a problem. On my end.

If there is--

[Hm. Maybe that's not the right way to phrase it.]

I'm going to assign you to him for the time being. If there is a problem, just let me know, all right?

Alright, that sounds, that sounds fair.

[Look at her trying to look all professional but...utterly failing because EXCITEMENT. She gets to work with Topher EVERYDAY. Dream come true! Something like that.]

[Simon's still a bit apprehensive to put anyone to work under Topher, but even he can admit that it would be a waste of resources if he didn't--let the neurologists work together, and if he sees Topher relegating Bennett to gofer, he'll step in.

But he's not going to say any of that, of course, so he offers a smile instead.]

It's, uh. I'm glad to have you on board, Bennett.

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