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ataraxionlogs2014-01-17 05:06 pm
little_bullet) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-01-17 05:06 pm
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CHARACTERS: Nina Pickering & you
LOCATION: Medical Bay
WARNINGS: None! Maybe ranting?
SUMMARY: Nina is part of the medical team and attempts to familiarise herself with space bandages and shiny buttons.
NOTES: Open to all. No injury necessary, something minor is fine. Tea's always appreciated!
[Medical seemed the logical choice, if she was going to accept life of a spaceship, even if it still sounded ridiculous. It's something to do, at least, something to pass the time. Passing the time seems particularly important too in the days leading to a transformation; too much time on your hands and the pacing creature within tended make itself known well before any transformation. Not that she had an exactly accurate calendar, there wasn't one. It was simply a matter of reading the signs in the days before and preparing.
For a nurse accustomed to Wales, 2011, the medbay itself isn't exactly what she's used to, or rather she was used to knowing where everything in the hospital was, what it did and generally some vague idea how it operated. She's keen to familiarise herself with what she can, should there be an emergency she might be able to do something vaguely more helpful than swearing at what resembles a computer screen. For the time being, alone the best she can do in terms of familiarisation, without explosions or death is to fossick through the place, look through cupboards and drawers a mental sort of inventory of basic things, say the contents of a ye olde First Aid kit.
More of the Medical bay here is unfamiliar than not; plenty of future, spacey technology things. George tended describe a lot of this world by prefixing it with space, perhaps she'd just have to start doing that too. Space nurse. Space bandages, space scalpels? There's a lot more blue light and lit buttons than she's used to and if the difference between pressing a button, hoping for the best and actual knowledge could result in either healing someone, or incinerating them, she's not game to just give it a whirl.
Not that she's seen flames yet, but who knows what half the equipment does here. Still, right now, flames might actually make the room a little more inhabitable, the climate control in Medical in particular seems to be making up for the month of sweltering warmth, whilst lately the room she shared with George was highly unpredictable, the temperature fluctuating with frustrating irregularity.]
LOCATION: Medical Bay
WARNINGS: None! Maybe ranting?
SUMMARY: Nina is part of the medical team and attempts to familiarise herself with space bandages and shiny buttons.
NOTES: Open to all. No injury necessary, something minor is fine. Tea's always appreciated!
[Medical seemed the logical choice, if she was going to accept life of a spaceship, even if it still sounded ridiculous. It's something to do, at least, something to pass the time. Passing the time seems particularly important too in the days leading to a transformation; too much time on your hands and the pacing creature within tended make itself known well before any transformation. Not that she had an exactly accurate calendar, there wasn't one. It was simply a matter of reading the signs in the days before and preparing.
For a nurse accustomed to Wales, 2011, the medbay itself isn't exactly what she's used to, or rather she was used to knowing where everything in the hospital was, what it did and generally some vague idea how it operated. She's keen to familiarise herself with what she can, should there be an emergency she might be able to do something vaguely more helpful than swearing at what resembles a computer screen. For the time being, alone the best she can do in terms of familiarisation, without explosions or death is to fossick through the place, look through cupboards and drawers a mental sort of inventory of basic things, say the contents of a ye olde First Aid kit.
More of the Medical bay here is unfamiliar than not; plenty of future, spacey technology things. George tended describe a lot of this world by prefixing it with space, perhaps she'd just have to start doing that too. Space nurse. Space bandages, space scalpels? There's a lot more blue light and lit buttons than she's used to and if the difference between pressing a button, hoping for the best and actual knowledge could result in either healing someone, or incinerating them, she's not game to just give it a whirl.
Not that she's seen flames yet, but who knows what half the equipment does here. Still, right now, flames might actually make the room a little more inhabitable, the climate control in Medical in particular seems to be making up for the month of sweltering warmth, whilst lately the room she shared with George was highly unpredictable, the temperature fluctuating with frustrating irregularity.]
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[Still, clearly he's injured, or rather was injured and is healing. The machine is doing it's thing – which she's been watching along the way, but if she can help, she will. Even if he is apparently surly. She's seen worse than vaguely disinterested patients on the emergency shift, and she tends to be far better tempered with someone receiving treatment, than a lot of other people.]
Can't say I was planning on it. [She assures, with neither defensiveness, or disinterest, looking unsure as to why he's eyeing her as if she's about to kick those crutches out from under him.] I'm Nina. [See, she's being friendly all the same.] Perhaps I help you with something? Something that doesn't involve button pressing?
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Why does the prescription machine take so fekkin' lonnnng...]
Thanks, but I got it covered. [Right about now, Chakwas would be roaring at the back of his head about bi-monthly physicals and steady physical therapy and blah blah, but Chakwas isn't here now and Joker doesn't have to do shit he doesn't want to.]
You don't really look like you know what you're doing in here anyway. [WOW DON'T SUGAR COAT IT OR ANYTHING JOKER]
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Joker gives her this despairing look before turning to collect his bottles.]
I'm not playing. I'm doing what I'm pretty sure is your job. [He jabs a bottle in the direction of the console.] This thing here logs prescriptions and dispenses them according to the settings you input.