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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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She closes the manual, no they're not going to analyse George, at least not right now. There's something else on her mind and it's not going to just evaporate until she at least asks, nagging at her to get involved. He's a vampire. The vampires were all connected and pulling the strings for one another back home in Bristol, why shouldn't she suspect the same here? At the very least, Mitchell is likely to know more than she does.] So this whole blood donation thing? [She tapped her pen idly, it was clear there was some amount of seething going on behind those words.] What do you know about it? [Oh no she wasn't accusing, you'd certainly know if she was. Need she be?]
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[The look she gives him, the way she leans in and taps her pen and looks at him--it's not even a deeply scrutinising look, but it makes his skin crawl a little. Like she's trying to see through him, like she's trying to understand something that doesn't concern her.
She's not accusing, yeah. But she's asking, when she knows better.]
I don't have anything t' do with it. I don't have anything t' do with any of them. [He matches her look, steadily--not a glare, but very close to it.] Maybe you've forgotten, but, here, I'll remind you: I'm clean. I don't get involved with it.
[It. Blood. He glances, just for a second, toward where it's kept, where it's got to be kept. It's a space medical center, but it still follows some logic. Blood has to be kept cold. And that makes it disgusting, right, if he thinks of how disgusting cold bagged blood tastes--well, that only drags him toward the alternative. The one that isn't staying clean.]
They have a list, that's what I know. And I'm not on it. You want answers, you're asking the wrong vampire.
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You've all been here longer than me- I'm still settling in to how it all works here. [It's a defence, but an idle one, not meant to bait. Apparently if Mitchell's blood drinking habits are in action or not. Mitchell's assurance isn't fierce, but it could be, she knows very well she's a step away from provoking him. She's not looking to do that right now.] I just think they've got a fucking nerve. [She stated flatly, which wasn't any indication if she truly believed him or not. Diverting it to more about those who posted the message. They can talk about this, can't they? If he's not involved, why not share a rant?] As though they've actually their donors welfare in mind. Who knows how well it's being monitored; the health of the donors. How much they're taking. [She lets out a dry laugh that could just as easily be a growl. the utter nerve.] Surely there's someone not vampire related maintaining the donor system.
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[But she's not wrong about the vampires. That's something they can agree on, commiserate over--and a bitter little smile twists over his face, as he glances away. It's a glance that strays over toward where the blood is, again, but more idle than hungry. (Though he is, admittedly, hungry. He is always hungry.)]
They want everyone to think they're looking out for them. Like they're taking care of them. Farmers take pretty good care of their cows, I suppose it's not too far off from that--but then they pretend like there's nothing else to it. Maybe it is all voluntary, but actin' like it's no big deal? That's classic vampire shit. It's blood. That's what it comes down to. They're asking people for blood, even if it's only a little. It's fucking disgusting.
But they're here. They've been here. And they're-- some of them can't live without it. They use that as justification, and everyone feels sorry for them.
[His disdain is pretty broad: Eric, and Godric. Jenna the Stepford Smiler Vampire, with her dinner parties, she rates a little lower, but she still gets at him. And then there's ones like Caroline and Spike, they're all right. Maybe. Or maybe that's his own failings that let him make excuses for them.]
People don't know, what they are. They don't think about what they're capable of. And it just... goes on.
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[It's a joke. They've drawn compassion from people. It's almost gagworthy. She doesn't expect a sympathetic ear, she doubts any of them do. Almost. Being infected by lycanthropy forces her to behave a certain way, she has no choice but to do her best to contain the wolf. In their world, as hard as it may be, Vampire's always have a choice to bite, to drink. Always. These other vampires aren't the same.]
It's got to be more closely maintained, and everyone made aware of the fact. No private feeding sessions, sufficient breaks between donations for frequent visitors.
[Plus the fact ethically, Nina's not entirely sure she could deny even a vampire the right to go on without slowly starving to death, so long as they're not making excuses to off passengers now and then.]
If it's got to go on so passengers don't go about readily offering a vein, surely it could be managed like some sort of Red Cross van.
[And they're strict, about amounts, suitable candidates and the regularity of donations.]
-And, I'd be surprised if Jaggart wasn't involved. All the more reason to keep an eye on the proceedings.
[Nina mutters dryly and there's a venom in her tone too now, though frustratingly, Juggart would be closer to sharing their opinion. That doesn't mean Nina has to like her.]
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[Yeah, right. And he doesn't even need to emphasise his sarcasm there, because she shares it. Of course she does. He might know vampires best, but they've all had their dealings with them.
Only Mitchell could definitely see clear to letting some vampires starve to death. At least, that's what he tells himself. Probably isn't true. Underneath everything, his allegiance is tricky at best.
But Lucy's name sours whatever commiseration they were having. Mitchell looks down at the chair, avoiding Nina's eye--at least for the moment.]
Lucy's got nothing t' do with it. No more than she has to.
[He says it flatly.]
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[Mitchell's behaviour at the mention of Jaggart rather suddenly changes the tone of conversation completely, Nina's gaze zeroing rather more shrewdly in on him, having the air of avoidance about him, or that's what she picks up.]
Lucy? Really?
[Nina retorts, as if she's practically offended by his familiarity with the woman, she's not so forgiving. No, Lucy didn't deserve to die, Nina couldn't really come good on such a threat however angry she was. But being dead doesn't magically make you a good person. The events at the institute, Annie being gone are still, very raw. They're some of her last memories of home.
Last time Nina met her it ended in a you stay at your end, and I'll stay at mine type bearing of teeth encounter. The bite still comes through Nina's blatant sarcasm as she goes on.]
I'm surprised. Shouldn't she be giving a shit about vampire affairs? Keeping humans safe. It's right up her alley, isn't it?
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[But then the tone of the conversation changes. Lucy, she repeats, and he can hear the note of disdain in her voice--and that sharpens something in him, and he looks up, all at once, his expression darkening.]
She's not involved, with the vampires. She's not involved with any of it. Because I told her to stay the fuck out of it, and she's listened.
[They have their uncertainties between them, him and Lucy. But he knows more of her--he saw into her head, after all--and even if he hadn't, he knows. He understands, in a way the others won't ever.]
It's different here.
oh this icon. The love in it.
[Nina doesn't sound surprised so much now, well, she couldn't care less about the other Vampires, but she does about Mitchell's attitude toward Jaggat. Yes, they sheltered her, accepted her presence if only because the expected her to leave. It was up to the victims to do the right thing. Nina didn't think 'making amends' was implicit.
Lucy Jaggat had wanted forgiveness, and she'd said wanted to die in the end. Nina knows there was a small pang in watching her life slip away. Knowing there's no way she could wish death on someone. Yet, somehow that doesn't cancel out, seeing her here. Going on as if none of it ever happened in the bloody Medbay, of all places. They were waiting, to go into the chamber again, as soon as the moon came along.]
Yeah. I guess it is different.
[Nina watches him, she's more about defiance than aggression, or staking a claim. She rolls her eyes to the ceiling, as if suddenly flippant.]
I mean, she doesn't have her giant pressure chamber of murder here, for one. That's a start, but who knows. I've heard stuff appears here all the time.
[Oh it's classic dismissive snark, with a don't be stupid undertone. Maybe it's only half her, the other half's the wolf because it's so close right now. Territorial, dangerous aware of a threat.]
yes best friends best friends best friends
[And it has nothing to do with anything else, any feelings that confuse things, and he'd swear to that--even if he knows that it's partly a lie. How the hell could feelings not come into it? She didn't deserve shit from them, for what she did to Annie--but it was Kemp, something in him always insists, it was Kemp, she helped, but Kemp was the one. Lucy is something else, some unknown, something Mitchell hasn't quite sorted out yet--
So hearing Nina speak against her is more confusing than it ought to be. It sharpens him a little more still, makes something in him tense up.]
Oh, leave off, would you. She's keeping away from all supernaturals. I told her to, and she's listened--what the hell else d'you want from her? She's here, and we're here, and we have to deal with that. I'm not askin' you to invite her over for dinner, I'm not even askin' you to trust her. But it's different here, and it's going to stay different.
I'm watching her. All right?