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[4]ish video & text TL;DR OH MY GOD
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]
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.
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]
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!
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]
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.
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]
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!
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[Because it's totally accurate.]
forever texts til stated otherwise
no subject
[Because her brother makes her.]
I'm fine.
no subject
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it also makes people irritable
also arent you like fuckin 16 years old and still growing
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[Tech...nic...ally...]
I know my body. If you have a problem with my performance then you can just say it.
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you could be performing better
esp if you are interested in learning some more procedures
which would be valuable
more work more sleep, shore up our deficits. its not bullshit. you've got more potential than washing linens and sterilizing equipment. what do you think?
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