[4]ish video & text TL;DR OH MY GOD

[dogbane]

Aye aye, ship. This is William from Medbay. [William from Medbay waves at the camera. From the view behind him, it's evident that he's reporting from his department; the backdrop is quiet, sterile, shows rows of cabinets and a generic holo model of a human body rotating dreamily in the background. He's holding a tablet, cuing himself from it.] A few things.

First, Engineering's representatives and our own tech expert, Natasi, are looking into the emergency lights. You know, the ones that was on when we came out of stasis to find our gravcouches defaced. All equipment is operating normally and conclusions are pending.

Second, said spraypaint has defied conventional analyses, where 'convention' includes imaging science and some magic. This phenomenon has previously been seen once before. If you've some sort of analytical magic, equipment, or otherwise salient skills, please inform myself and-or Xenobiology and Genetics immediately.

Third, we're seeking volunteers to undergo physical examinations. [He pauses for a split second, considering mentioning this is Erik Lehnsherr's idea, then opting not to.] These exams ain't invasive in nature. These will include: brain scans, running on a treadmill, and blood tests; we might also develop a magical battery. The purpose of this is to establish a baseline of healthy neurological and physiological activity. We will then compare it to how we're doing if shit happens later. Over the past few years, forces aboard this fucking ship have exhibited the power and intent to alter us. Some of these alterations have been obvious: evisceration by manticore, nanite plagues, [he loops his hand around a gesture that means et cetera et cetera.] Others have been much more etiologically uncertain. Psychic shit? Hallucinations? Who fucking knows. Understanding the physical and functional differences between us at different stages may be important to determining what the fuck is going on.

It's extremely unlikely any of the information we acquire can be used to harm you. Likewise the testing procedures themselves are low risk, if possibly bloody boring. If you prefer, we can lock the results to specific medical personnel.

Number four, several passengers have started crapping together some notes about the history of the ship based on archival research of the network. We're aware there been other archival projects, so moving or copying this shit around is good with me. As far as I'm concerned, it's imperative to perpetuate what records we've got. We've lose much of what we known, which is exceptionally shitty when we know sweet fuck-all. Contributions are also welcome.

Five, uhh. [Wiliam's face blanks an instant. His eyes cut to his tablet. Back again.] Medbay's still hiring. If you've got experience with medicine, healing, or salient arts, please apply because it's going to be like five fucking minutes before the next maiming.

Finally, it's my understanding that the last undesirable effects of the nanite plague two cycles ago have been corrected. If that ain't the case, please see Dr. Keller or Dr. Tam for surgical solutions. Ms. Weatherwax, Dr. Gallo, Ms. Amell, and Ms. Lúthien may have magical interventions available. We've also got a few away on recon, but we'll see to you if we can. Also, if that wee bint Cora tries to help you, you probably ought to tell her to get some fucking kip.

[He jostles the comm device as he reaches to end the transmission, saying,] Cheers.

[Attachment: ARCHIVAL-TIMELINE.8888]

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Filtered to Xenogen and Cassandra Anderson

re: spraypaint

More of this shit again but we can scratch my initial hypothesis. With Ms. Anderson's assist (she may elucidate) (it was very fucking impressive), I've determined even creatures haven't got nanites perceive and react to the red. The latter hypothesis is gaining traction. I'll hand this over to you lot unless I think of anything else, and I've got samples for you if you'd rather not collect your own off the glass.

Due warning, its likelier than not to disappear next Jump. Good luck.

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Filtered to Medbay

Hello lads. And lasses. And those ain't neither, [William expands on the available options fast, then leans toward the lens slightly.] By now, some of you will know that those of us who went on recon a few cycles ago have started experiencing etiologically mysterious symptoms. I been keeping it on the down-low in the interest of patient confidentiality, and it's important still nobody's particulars is shared without their consent. Nonetheless, I think you all need to know the gist of it, especially in light of the possibility I could up and vanish any fucking Jump.

No two individuals have got the same symptoms. Far as I can tell, they've ranged from: sleep disturbance, impairment with communication, fucked up emotional processing, and physical problems. Fortunately, nothing's looked lethal or dangerous to others yet. I've opened several files for your interest and future investigation.

[He rubs his forehead, his whole face wrinkling up with distaste.] Honestly, I ain't sure there's much to be found by establishing a neurological and physiological baseline. However, it's-- possible that it might be able to help us figure out interventions. Or at least teach us more about how the ship interacts with or brains. I'd appreciate your help in administering the exams, however. And any notions on how magical perception might be used to suss what the fuck's going on would be grand. Thanks.

Please also be aware that I've nominated Granny Weatherwax to at least temporarily take over my responsibilities if some shit happens to me. I defer to her judgment if she'd sooner defer to someone else. You need anything else, you know where to find me. [William smiles at the camera, encouragingly. Another wobble of perspective, and the transmission cuts.]

[Attachment: recon-syndrome.2155]

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Locked to Heather Mason | 80% encryption or you're Seraphim Dias

where the fuck r u lets talk boffing


OOC reminder: Medical Bay department page, if you haven't. Also in the case I do drop or am ICly merked/whatever, I will make the HTML code available to Medbay players.

Also OOC: Unless you want to RP out the physical examination (let me know), we can handwave it. Just have your character note volunteering/consent somewhere on this network!

Comments

video;

[nutsaboutscans]

Sure, why the hell not? If it'll help, I'll do your test... things.

...This is going to be a weird question, but it's just brain scans, right? You wouldn't scan anything else? I don't have anything to hide, but my partner kind of invaded my privacy with scans once.

[Dorian scanned his balls. It was awkward. He doesn't want to go through that again.]

[milagros]

The brain scan is one part of a series of tests to establish, as mentioned, a full neurological and physiological baseline for you. What sort of privacy invasion are you concerned about?

( MILA CASUALLY BUTTING IN because magical equivalents of the medical tests may involve her and it's hard to block out tiny details.

if u kno wat i mean. )

medbay filter.

[milagros]

Give me a few minutes with someone willing to be non-invasively examined by a mage and I can know everything about them physically without contact or tools required.

( and that was dr gallo ~coming out~ to medical, it only took a couple of months working there to cough up the "witch" thing. )

Given what you've just told us, I'd actually like to start with you.

[dogbane]

Oh wow, [says William, big-eyed. He should probably stop being so impressed by the availability and scope of magic aboard the Tranquility someday, but that day is not today.] Yes, sure.

[The momentary silence, squinty-- and not just in a Chinesey-faced way-- is William's realization he probably should have started on this earlier. Oh well. Confidentiality, you know. He had good intentions. Anyway, self-recrimination and rueful considerations subside fairly quickly and his eyes get big again the next moment, immensely curious.]

Is it aura-reading or something like that?

piggybacking on dat lock

[sweetmotherofgod]

YES

HELLO

I AM HERE talk to me

[dogbane]

lets get some fuckin dranks


once your bf stops publically trollin my hard works i mean




can you twat him one for me

voice;

[handelaar]

[JESUS CHRIST WILLIAM]

Jesus Christ, kid.

text and voice;

[handelaar]

[Ten minute pause, and then:]

Here's what he said, [Ned mutters, before switching to text and sending his minutes off:]

Medical and Engineering are investigating the creepy shit at the jump. Help if you can
Get a physical so we know what is normal. Confidential
Ship history archive
Join Medbay if you're not an idiot
Nanite problems still find Keller and Tam. Wetherwax Gallo Amel Loothien also. Cora needs sleep

same filter | xenogen

[mindtricks]

It wasn't that impressive.

[dogbane]

weren't it? Im sure I wasnt the only person who been wondering how much of this is nanite bullshit, you singlehandedly ruled it out

private.

[fullmoon]

I'm no good for establishing physical baselines, but if you do magical ones later I'll sign up.
Unless you need both from the same person.
That would make sense.

private;

[dogbane]

Yeah it would be intraperson, so comparing you-now vs you-at a later state. although i guess general stats might be relevant sometimes. Would you be onboard mr. Remus

text;

[strayed]

I'm fine. And don't call me little.

text;

[dogbane]

Glad to hear. do you prefer a different descriptor or none at all

video;

[de_void]

[hey look it's the kid you got adderall for last month, and he's looking amused.] And I thought I talked too much sometimes.

The attachment is awesome though, I'll definitely be keeping hold of that.

video;

[dogbane]

Despite the absence of any kind of ethical review on this shitheap, I do strive to be comprehensive in my medical disclosures, [William retorts. He looks cross for like two seconds before creasing a smile, and shrugging. Adds,] I am also a wordy motherfucker, ain't going to deny it.

As for the attachment-- keep hold, update, do what you like. You're very welcome to all of it.

text, medbay lock

[forsometimenow]

I can take a closer look at the subjects' brains if need be- I had some neurosurgery training.

lockety lock

[dogbane]

You mean exploratory surgery?

video.

[regulatingpressure]

Still looking for volunteers?

video;

[dogbane]

Yes. [William recognizes her by face though he hit the button without looking at her contact information.] We've got some reason to believe that it'll shake out to be useful, though I also hope you never get in the shit.

Xenogen lock, 4 days later

[dogbane]

I have changed my mind

lets set it on fire

and every other goddamn test we can think of

xenogen lock.

[forgodssake]

well crowding the storage locker in the science department certainly hasn't produced any results thus far
do elaborate

video; I can't believe I still haven't signed her up, oops

[inafadingcrown]

I am healer, trained in much the same manner as the Lady Lúthien- largely by her mother, in fact- and I have lent my aid to medbay before. I would be glad to join in a more official manner.

video; omg

[dogbane]

We'd be honored to have you, [William says, before it occurs to him that 'honored' is probably a bigger word than he attributed to anybody else joining Medbay. It's just that Galadriel is so. You know.

So.] Swing by anytime, it's a very informal process. Your nanite tattoo will move around to fill in the first block.

video.

[longaevus]

I may be able to assist you in multiple respects, if you still require volunteers.

( The idea made sense, particularly if it could be expanded to everyone at a later point - or sooner )

I'm also a doctor.

video;

[dogbane]

Absolutely. I take it you're referring to the physical exam-- I hope so. [He certainly thinks so, otherwise he probably would have mentioned Erik and let the man's reputation weaken the pitch somewhat.]

As for the other, you're looking for a department to join as well?

video » medbay lock.

[spellmight]

There is.. a certain brand of magic I might eventually use to examine the blood samples of these patients. But I need to work on it, because I've no practical experience with it yet.

( and it can easily, easily be misused for other things. but given the circumstances, it could be both necessary as well as useful. )

I also have some blood I need tested, while we're on the subject. It's on a towel, because I was covered in it when I first got here—and I can't stress enough that it needs to be handled with every precaution we've got. Contact with it is always fatal, if not immediately, then eventually. Darkspawn are nasty buggers.

video; medical bay lock

[dogbane]

[William's face brightens slightly upon recognizing Samara's, but he looks as serious as due when she explains.] You can certainly practice on the other samples we've got on-board. We'll compare what you discern with the results of medical analyses, which should provide you with a rudimentary understanding of what you can do.

[A beat.]

I'm going to page Dr. Gallo too. Seems like she's got a knack for magical medical analysis too, even if she hasn't used it much on the ship yet. I don't know how much you two will have in common, but another point of reference can't hurt. Do you feel good about letting her as well as the machines have a look at that blood sample?