ataraxionlogs | MEDBAY CATCH-ALL

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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[ kazama gets the sense that he's dealing with someone far more dangerous than he lets on. it's a sort of gut instinct, one that's helped him survive the ins and outs ot the terrorist business thus far, and he trusts that instinct immediately. his eyes continue to track brian with every movement, and kazama doesn't bother even trying to pretend he's not staring. no doubt this wariness and caution is a mutual feeling, there's no reason for him to mask it.

he gives a small nod at the question, leaning against the dooframe as he answers quietly, ] Nothing else.

[ he's still watching though, too on-edge to dare take his eyes off brian. for a moment, he'd felt his nerves twinge with anxiety, an instinctive reaction to when he's felt any aggressive energy directed at him, and kazama tries not to think about the fact that he needs those painkillers right fucking now, before the pounding ache in his side gets any worse. there's just a slow, hoarse exhale hissed out past gritted teeth, and kazama casts about the rest of the medical bay to check if they really are alone before suddenly speaking up once more. his voice is firmer, almost a little accusatory, but it's quiet enough that his words wouldn't be audible to anyone out in the hallways: ] You're hiding something. Pretending to be what you're not. [ there's a complete lack of hesitation in his voice. as if he's 100% sure he's correct. ]

[welp.

he's on the verge of taking a step forward when kazama speaks the second time, but then he does, and the leg about to move merely twitches and stays in place. the same thoughts course through him, but this time brian's prepared. the carefully-couched set of his face betrays nothing, even as the eyes set in it follow kazama's gaze with the cool interest of a casual observer. all traces of whatever was there thirty seconds ago are gone, the monster vanished back into the abyss it came from, but whoever he is now, it sure as hell isn't rudy cooper.

he holds the silence for one long, speculative moment, obviously sizing him up -- not in a necessarily combative way, but there's something in the way he tilts his head that says aren't you an interesting piece of work? which really is no better. it's with a natural, unstrained voice that he responds, when he does.]

That was fast. [now he really does take a step forward, but he's heading for a cabinet rather than kazama.] You know, most people are.

[ kazama quietly watches brian's reaction -- the little pause, the way those eyes train on him, the abrupt change of expression -- and feels a small chill down his spine. it's not so much fear or anxiety as it is a knee-jerk reaction, his instincts telling him that this guy may be hiding more than just a lack of general good cheer or poor manners.

not to mention just how cleanly this guy seems to go from that sickening, plasticine smile to this face -- this calm, studious expression. a complete one-eighty in the blink of an eye. kazama doesn't move, just keeps his steady stare focused on brian, but he's definitely feeling a little uneasy looking at brian. he almost wishes he'd waited to say it until he wasn't so badly injured, but he can't take it back now. ]

... there's someone from your home you're hiding from. Or -- it's bad enough to hide from everyone.

[ it's muttered under his breath, quiet enough that brian might almost miss a few words. more of an observation than anything judgmental, though. he sounds like he has no emotional or moral investment in the matter, just saying what he sees. ]

Close, but not quite. [this may be bullshit, but there's nothing to mark it as such; he delivers it just as smoothly as any of his other lines.] You mind--?

[since he's close enough to both kazama and the cabinet at this point, he holds out one hand toward him, palm-up, in anticipation of the pill bottle. truth be told, even as he's tallying up all the various ways he might be able to remove him from the picture, brian can't help but wonder exactly what kind of background made k such a quick study.]

[ there's something truly discomforting about how easily brian seems to treat the whole situation, and kazama gives a small, reflexive flinch when brian holds his hand out. hesitates for a moment before placing the empty bottle in brian's hand and stuffing his hand in his jacket pocket once more.

he'll probably throw out whatever pills brian gives him as soon as he's back in his room. can't risk taking them, now that he's said something so stupidly bold. but if kazama's worried, he does an admirable job masking it; he seems fairly calm as he watches brian look at the cabinet. ]

Thanks.

[that kazama won't take the pills is something he's counting on, even as he locates the very same painkillers he gave him last time and counts them out, one by one, into the bottle. on the one hand, he'd have to be an idiot to ingest anything given to him after dropping that bombshell; on the other, brian would have to be an even bigger one to try and poison him here and now. no, he'll have to take a much more covert approach.]

Maybe this is just me, but it seems like most people wouldn't be polite enough to actually -- tell you -- what they think you are. [THE DASHES ARE WEIRD CHRISTIAN CAMARGO DICTION PAUSES IN SPEECH I AM SO SORRY] Not you. Why the honesty?

[ fair point. to be honest, he's sort of regretting it himself, having said that out loud. kazama watches brian count out pills for a few more minutes (they look the same as what he's been taking up til now, but he can't be completely sure) before looking away -- letting his gaze wander over the rest of the medbay, though he keeps brian at the very corner of his vision. ]

... don't like deception.

[ said a little more stiffly, almost sternly, though he still avoids looking at brian. it's always a little uncomfortable, talking about himself, and he spits out the words quickly as if trying to get the whole thing over and done with. ] The way you act fake. It's dishonest. Different from hiding something through omission.

[the corners of his mouth rise, just a little, but there's no smile in the sidelong glance he flashes kazama's way. the bottle is full, and brian's hands have gone still.]

Like your real name?

[ there's a distinct, stiff pause at that. kazama looks sharply up at brian for a moment before looking away once more. muttering reluctantly, ]

I haven't lied.

[ technically, he just left out a bunch of letters. ]

Didn't say you did. Omission, right?

[SHRUGGAN]

Funny thing is -- that doesn't always keep people from getting hurt.

It does enough.

[ he sounds nervous, though. as if what brian just said has hit a sore spot. kazama shifts his weight uneasily on his feet before holding his hand forth for the now-full pill bottle. ]

I'm not getting anyone hurt here.

That so?

[here?

but no, he won't push it -- not at the moment. instead he presses the bottle into kazama's open palm, fluid and calm as anything.]

Well -- keep up the good work.

Edited (ICON... APPROPRIATENESS even though they're all godawfully hideous) 2013-02-08 03:49 (UTC)

[ brian hands him the pill bottle, and kazama automatically pockets it even though brian knows and he knows brian knows that those pills are going straight in the trash. ]

... excuse me, then.

[ it's brusque to be sure, when kazama ducks his head and turns to leave. but right before he slips out the exit, he does fix a hard stare on brian for one last, long moment, as if to show that he's on guard. and then he's gone.

not polite enough to even say thank you. ]

MEDBAY CATCH-ALL | JANUARY

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