ataraxion | ( 01 ) the facts and the figures they overwhelm and stifle everything that you thought you knew

[ so, tara's going to skip over how insane all this is, and how she's almost sure everyone and everything around her is a product of being drugged or knocked unconscious via blunt force trauma one time too many. it's-- not useful for one, and depressing for another.

trying to push down how utterly impossible this all is means the expression she turns to the network is her best approximation of the professional, slightly detached pleasantness needed at work. it's not perfect, but it is the best she can gather together over shredded nerves. ]

Does anyone have any acetaminophen-based painkillers? I know we have a medbay, but on the off-chance there's something more familiar I thought I'd ask.

[ and 'are these space drugs safe for fetuses' isn't a question she's necessarily going to leave up to hope and a prayer; it's also not one she'd like to ask out loud. and then, without warning: ]

...again? [ her smile breaks there, frustration and panic looming as she reaches up with slightly unsteady hands to brush at the thin line of blood trailing down and pooling on her upper lip. ] Fuck. [ that's muttered under her breath as she hunts for a towel. her frustration tempers a little as she composes herself, but space is clearly not her favorite thus far. ] And if someone could tell me that's going to stop soon, I'd appreciate it.

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["Trust". Yeah.... He huffs a laugh at that.]

Whoa, now--never said I trusted you. I'm not about t' let you practice surgery or anything on me, yeah? I just said you seemed like a decent enough doctor. But I'm willing to pretend I think otherwise, if that's what you want.

No, that actually... makes me feel better. I don't know why.

[ because trust is scary and suspicion isn't js ]

But it does.

Right. I'll remember that, for the future. Tara, decent doctor, might be a bit weird, don't trust her. Writing it down right now.

And you're Mitchell; hospital porter, likes arrogant doctor jokes and is looking for astronaut ice cream.

[ wait for it. ]

Writing it down now.

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[He laughs, despite himself.]

Yeah, that's it--very good. See, you're going to do just fine here. Don't worry.

Do you work in medical, here? They're pushing to recruit me.

[ with the vague tone of 'and you'd be a good colleague, that's a selling point' ]

Ah-- no.

[So not a good idea. He lapses into a slightly awkward silence.]

I've not actually-- done anything about working, here. I hear it's not a bad one, as they go.

They seem nice.

[ moving to cover that silence, nbd. ]

I'm not very good at doing nothing, I get... restless. I'll end up there before long, I think.

Yeah. Everybody here seems nice.

[Seem being the operative word, but he doesn't stress that point too much; it could almost seem like he was just agreeing. Not everyone needs secondhand paranoia.]

Wouldn't be bad if you did. There's worse jobs you could be doing aboard this ship. And here's where I'd say 'they'll be lucky t' have you', or something else encouraging, but since I'm being suspicious of you, I won't.

It'll give me something to prove.

[ mitchell you are a decent dude. ]

I do better with something to push against.

[wrong!!]

Ah, so you like a challenge. Good. Just don't give me any weekly status reports, or anything. I came t' space to get away from paperwork. A check-in every now and then is okay, but any memos I get are bein' shredded.

I'll keep it in mind.

[ BUT SERIOUSLY MITCHELL JOIN MEDICAL AND BITCH ABOUT LIFE WITH HER

welcome to women from charming, they're demanding as hell ]

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