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[ The broadcast comes from the interior of the medbay - many will probably recognize the grav couches off to the side. There are three men here, among the machines vaguely resembling metallic stretchers, but one specifically speaking to the camera. ]

Good afternoon, Tranquility. I'm Doctor Watson, and these are my colleagues, Doctor Ratchet and Caleb. We're your medical staff for the time being.

As it happens, it's been about a week since we all woke up. I trust everyone is working to settle as best they can, given the circumstances. Us three have been working to familiarize ourselves with the equipment and inventory the stock so that we can help you with any medical needs.

What we need now, however, is to speak with anyone that may have special conditions to uphold so that we can best be prepared to treat you, should the need arise in the future. Primarily, we're looking for any non-humans aboard the ship to present themselves at this time. Secondarily, anyone that has the need for medication should come consult us to see if we have anything that can help. People with known medical conditions should at least report them to us - I'm speaking of allergies, heart conditions, diabetes, joint troubles, and etcetera.

We're open for check-ups for the rest of today and possibly tomorrow. Schedules beyond that will be subject to change, as we're still arranging to have someone in the medbay at all times. This is quite possibly your only chance to meet us all at once.

Those of you who are recently human: I have spoken with a few of you regarding the conditions you'll need to uphold, but I highly recommend every one of you to check in so that we can see that you're healthy. Don't make us come and find you.

That's all.

(( OOC: In this thread, you have the potential to be speaking to one or three med staff at once. ICly, all three of them are here and will be monitoring the feed/patients coming in, though you may only be actually threading with John. Ratchet!mun is here, but Caleb!mun is on hiatus and may respond little to none. There's no posting order. Open to action, text, and video! ))

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I'm not human, but I don't think I need anything special...?
Somewhere to scratch and sharpen my nails would be nice, though.

Have you received medical care in the past?

[Kroton appears on screen, with a small wave.]

I am a non-human.

Oh, well Ah'm not human. Technically anyway.

Hello! Doing just fine, thanks. All fine over here. Got everything down, taking care of all the things I need to do. Sure you've got plenty of other patients to look after, so...no need to come find me!

Really.

Don't.

[Hey guys how about this motherfucker, do you guys want to talk to him? OOOOOFFFFFF COURSE you do.]

Wwhat're you actually gonna be able to fuckin' do for nonhumans?

Doctor. [ uh. that's spock speak for hello. ]

Shall I presume it is your intention to acquire information regarding the variances in medical requirements from the, as you say, non-humans aboard the Tranquility?

[The comm was activated through contact with Heatwave's toe, which is why it's resting several feet away from where Heatwave's laid himself out under a console of some sort and Heatwave's arms aren't even in view.]

[hey, it's Watson! He likes Watson! But he's also got introductions to make around the ship and stuff to do. Dilemma.]

Hey! Er. What sort of check-up do you need to do?

[because see guys see? He isn't exactly skin and bones after a week and he would even look vaguely hygienic-ish if it weren't for the dust, grime, and sweat he's accumulated from spending the last day or so poking around the engines and whatever else engineering gives him a reason to get touchy-feely with.]

I've got a list of things from medbay, too, if it's probably not helpful? If you have all gone through taking inventory. Capa had suggested I do something like that back when... back a week ago? So yeah.

I've mostly done it for myself. I still get wounds like anyone else, I think.

Are you saying you're the head medic around here now? [nnnnot looking too pleased about this. He's gotten used to have ninja healing bullshit to rely on, he liked it that way.]

Ugh. Well-- [He spreads his wings and arm, showcasing what he can of his weird alien body. Most of it is covered in a chitinous exoskeleton (though he's missing the plate over his right shoulder for some reason), which blends into fur starting around the upper chest, and... well, feathers on his back where the wings are, not that anyone can see from this angle. That's not even questioning the black katana impaled through his chest, though there doesn't appear to be any wound. It's just there.] Where the fuck should I start? The carapace, the blood thing or the animal shit?

[Oh -- this seems relevant to her. Darn.]

Fortunately for the non-humans on this ship, it seems that this place is happy to provide us for food. That said --

[And she crosses her arms over her chest before she starts speaking again,] -- I believe that needing your assistance in the future is extremely likely. My name is Tali'zorah, and my people -- the quarian people -- are born with depressed immune systems. As you can see, I have my own protection in the form of this environment suit -- but if I have any suit tears, I will at the very least become ill. Let's not talk about what will happen if I'm injured.

[It's complicated.]

I'd like to have access to an emergency supply of antibiotics at all times, if possible. Immuno-boosters as well, but that doesn't seem -- likely here.

Not non-human, sir.

Aged up.

Quite alright, John. I am high functioning after all.

((OOC: I'll suppose this happens one or two days after our current thread.))

[Stats looks quite unwell: he hasn't slept since you've last seen him and his nose still hurts despite the painkillers. At least, he can have painkillers now; there's none for ships.]

Hello. I'm afraid the painkillers you gave me the other day aren't working quite as well as I'd hoped. They do work, but only a little and they make me feel sleepy and a little weird during the day. Not that I can sleep, anyway.
Anyway, I'll be coming for the checkup. [Stats manages a little humour despite this.]

[ The army doctor perks a little, though it's as subtle a gesture as the one-sided curl of his lips. ]

I trust you're putting your higher functions into finding more about what's going on.

[ And he trusts you'll let him know about it whenever you're able to meet up with him again. ]

[ Yes, you certainly are. John's eyes briefly meander to Ratchet, who he thinks might be more versed in matters of mechanical men.

How did this one survive the transfer, anyway? He looked completely robotic. Maybe the rule was just... human-sized and shaped? ]

Hello! Would you mind telling us a little more about yourself? Have you ever seen medical attention or repairs in the past?

Looks-wise, I see that you've got, um, appendages. [ Indicating the air on top of his own head, where Asato's ears are. ]

Any more of those, that are different from a human's?

That's the idea, Spock, yes.

[ He knew who you were quickly enough. He's also curious as to whether you're going to add in. ]

Do you mean that you're not human now, or that you used to be something else?

Hello Wheatley.

What'd you have for supper last night? [ He sounds like he's only having a chat with the problematic ex-core, but he's looking the other over by use of the video feed. The last thing he made Wheatley eat was soup, and that was days ago. ]

[YOUR FAVORITE PATIENT YAAAAY]

Do you--do you know how many different things you can put on toast? It's amazing! It's like...toast was invented for this kind of thing. I thought the peanut butter stuff was okay right out of the jar, but it's so much more convenient on toast. Take it anywhere. [Spoilers: he just really likes putting things in the toaster.]

Also, I can work the can opener now. Figured that out. So, yes. Perfectly fine, no need for any subsequent visits to medical. We are all fine. How...how are you?

Dr. Watson?

[ Cambridge beams; a smile full of knives, especially reserved for times when she is going to be extra-dickish. ]

I do believe I own you.

[He nods and waves his tail around so it can come into view.] But that's it.

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