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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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The jumps are- pretty awful really. Not how I'd like to start the month. [She can agree with that much at least, sympathise.] Me too- [for the most part anyway] I've heard- ..weird sort of things happen here. A lot. [There's a look there, a faint apprehension] Space itself ..is odd enough for me.
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[A weird sniff, and he's on to following her instructions to the best of his knowledge.]
No kiddin'. Never even dreamed of being an astronaut, and now here I am. Stuck in somebody else's dream.
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Me either. I hate to think what sort of dreams involve the rubbish that goes on here. [No he wasn't being literal, she knows.] A constant stream of displaced people. Heat torture. [And that's just all she's been present for. It's sort of an opener to ask, isn't it? Plus it's difficult not to be curious.] Where are you from originally? I hear there's a pretty big variation among abductees.
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[since they're on the topic.]