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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.]
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?