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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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Makes my job a lot easier. [Nina's pretty easy going at the moment and not about to usher out someone escaping the heat, it's pretty vile.] For future reference, I'm Nina.
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[ he doesn't offer a hand to shake, keeps his distance. she doesn't ask him to leave, doesn't push at anything else, and derek relaxes a fraction. he doesn't want to stay that badly, could have lived if he'd been asked to leave, but the alternatives for rooms that weren't uncomfortably hot were none existent. ]
It stayed cold in here. I'd thought it was just the jump.
[ though it had never been cold like that, but derek's body was always going haywire after getting dumped out of the pods. he'd chalked it up to that. ]
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Who knows why it's consistently cold in here. [It'll get too cold after a little while, she's sure of it.] All part of the fun, I suppose? [Yes, and by fun she means not at all, her tone dry. She tends to get a little closer to snappishness the closer her transformation gets.
After a moment, something dawns] Derek? You're, not a friend of Annie's are you? [There could well be several Derek's here, but her senses are telling her something, and she remembers the whole ..drunken cult rant she'd more or less refused to participate in. The name Derek had come up. But, Nina's going to make her own judgements.]
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I know Annie.
[ the smile fades, derek's tone turning cautious. ]
She makes me tea sometimes.
[ because the word friend doesn't come easily to derek, not even after all this time. ]
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Oh, I think your name's been mentioned, that's all. [By her drunken boyfriend, in reference to werewolf cults. But she sounds like it could've been in passing.] She's a friend of mine- well, I sort of used to live with her. [Nina seems open enough- if only to get him to talk.]
I haven't met a lot of other people aboard this spaceship. [Plus George and Mitchell made her curious]
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[ derek can guess. there's been one very public and loud mention, and derek's not totally surprised by it. annoyed, yes, but still. ]
Are you new? They should have shown you around.
[ not that derek had taken people from his world on the grand tour, but he hadn't really had to encourage them to get into everything. scott and stiles and isaac had a way of doing that on their own. ]