ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ( ᴏ ᴘ ᴇ ɴ )

[milagros]

CHARACTERS: Dr Mila Gallo and you.
LOCATION: Medical Bay; Dr Gallo's office.
WARNINGS: Terrible bedside manner. (I'll update with appropriate warnings as necessary. Let me know if I miss something!)
SUMMARY: Dr Gallo's door is always open.
NOTES: TL;DR since so much of her CR is taking on various weird and wonderful medical cases, and she's always referring blandly to her office hours, why not an open log. Do not feel obliged to be a sicky. Perhaps you actually want to visit her and she's generally easiest to find at work. Also, I will match whatever format you tag me in.

( one day is very like another. dr gallo has a regular case load she wouldn't have anticipated, when she first positioned herself with medical, but even so, plenty of her time is left to busy-work, as much because she's at work too much as for any other reason. but what else is she going to do with herself? there's only so many looping runs she can take, so many times she can punch a swinging bag she would never admit to solomon she's imagining lindberg's smug goddamn face on, so many hours that can be spent in communion and contemplation in the oxygen gardens. it is not accidental that very little of what she does in the hours not spent here involves anyone else, either, so there's that.

so she's here, a lot. she keeps meticulous and detailed notes - refreshes herself periodically on old case files, those belonging to patients no longer aboard the ship, because you never know. they might be back, or it might prove relevant to something else, or-- a hundred other things. she has blood samples for projects that have been indefinitely shelved due to a jump absence and paperwork to go along with it, her record-keeping slightly idiosyncratic but nevertheless thorough, and (mostly) available to her colleagues where required. she's not the most forthcoming of women, professionally or personally, and she's been known to make unilateral decisions about what is and is not need to know information.

it usually plays out in her favour. still.

she can be found in her office, which - after months - is finally starting to look like it's used by a particular person, and not just as a very clean and oversized spartan storage closet with a desk and a coathook. )

Comments

[goodnightgoodluck]

[ God, extreme mutation. There's... a shit ton, and he pretty much knows where it comes from. Crane shifts where he stands, more uncomfortable. ]

Pretty sure that the cause for the mutation is an attempt at a cure. There was this doc back in Harran; he was sure him and this other guy could work out a cure. They dosed this meat and left it out, and found out the mutated fuckers are from those same areas. No cure, though; that's for sure.

[ Crane shrugs, and actually looks mildly remorseful. ]

They were... working on gathering more information when I came here.

[ Remorseful because then he would have had more information, and because if he had stayed.... Then he probably wouldn't have to be sure of Harran's demise. He could have done something, changed something, fuck life...!

He barely hears her last question. He shakes his head as if to clear it. ]

Not me, at least. Sorry to say that I wasn't the most knowledgeable on the process. You start dying from a bite, but nowhere close to the fatal stuff.

[milagros]

( mila bites back initial judgment; desperation is to those fuck ups what necessity is to invention. she understands it better than she'd like to be able to, and this isn't about critiquing emergency response from the comfortable position of 'not having to deal with that emergency', so she refrains from comment.

the survivor's guilt is noted, too, but she leaves it aside (for now) for different reasons. )

It's a strong correlation, ( she says, instead, neutrally. ) What you're describing largely fits with what I would expect to hear, and the conclusions I would draw myself. Are the attacks driven by need or by aggression?

( she is obliquely asking if the restless dead are cannibalizing their victims. so. )

[goodnightgoodluck]

[ooc: sorry for the lag, I had some family issues]

[ At least she doesn't think he's crazy. That's one thing to check off the list. Her question, though, he muses at. ]

Need or aggression....

[ He understands what she's asking, and it's something that should be simple, but he's seen more of the variants than most in Harran. ]

It's not that clear-cut, sad to say. The general "normal" biters-- [ What a thing to say. ] --seem like need. They attack, they down you, they eat you.

[ He shrugs; simple. ]

The rest of them, though... Seem like they more just want to kill any living thing that moves. Some of them have a toxin they spit. If they kill someone through that, they just leave them there. Then there's these big motherfuckers. They would just crush a man and then walk away.

The Volatiles--uh. Like, super... zombies.... God, that sounds stupid. Anyway, those are definitely your aggression ones. They'll hunt you down until you're dead. The rest leave off after you're out of sight. More or less.