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We wouldn't happen to have a veterinarian on board, would we?

[Fortescue appears to be in her room, looking tired — exhausted, even — and rubbing at her forehead. Adding to the tired motif is the fact that her accent is downright aggressive. Her mother would have been scandalized. An Imperian accent is supposed to be light and graceful, after all.

Jazz is, for once, nowhere in the frame. That might be a first while on the Tranquility.]

I have a sick cat who could use some help.

[And nothing from her world is here, which means she's out of her depth as to how to help.]

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What happened to him?

I don't know. He spent a lot of the night vomiting. And not the hairball kind, either.

Where has he been?

Nowhere I haven't been.
Sometimes he eats a weird thing and spends some time doing this, but he recovers faster.

Weird things here might not be as simple. Someone from medical might be able to look at him.
Has he been sick before? Like this?

Someone's coming out to have a look, I think.
He's never been like this, no. Once he had a cold and laid around for a bit, but there was no vomiting for that.
It's the weird possibilities that are worrying me.

[If Jazz dies? That's potentially very bad for her, too, depending on how damaged her soul actually is. There's no way to tell until it's back home and she's either "eccentric" or "completely bonkers".]

Space and cats don't mix.

( Or people with the crap they've all been through. Or maybe just this ship )

They've fixed worse on us. He probably just ate something he shouldn't have.

I hope you're right.
Probably ate a space cockroach and got more than he planned for.
That would be rather like him.

Probably a big one.
You going to be alright till they get there?

We'll be fine.
I won't tempt fate by listing what /could/ happen.
But he's lasted this long, he can wait for someone to walk here.
He's a tough little monster. No amount of shrapnel kept him down during the war.

I'm glad to hear it. Let me know if that changes, or you need something?

You can count on it. Keep safe, love.

Wait, are all the animals sick?

[Fortescue furrows a brow. That's a good question.]

I heard about the chickens not being well. Are any more sick?

And the rabbits. I don't know, could it be an illness only animals get?

It's not really my area, but...

[Full disclaimer, she has no medical background other than stitching herself up, and she knows it.]

It seems odd to me that avians, cats and rabbits are getting it, and not us. [She rubs, hard, at her eyes with her free hand.] We do share a few sicknesses with domesticated animals, I think. Not many, but a few.

Well, already, you know more than me.

If we all get sick again, I swear, it was bad enough last time.

[Fortescue frowns at that.]

Last time?

[That doesn't sound good.]

Well it wasn't all that long ago, was it? Everyone was terribly ill, and then it ended up being related to the nanites somehow, I'm not entirely sure of how that worked-

Hm.

[She's still frowning as she turns that over in her head.]

Our animals don't have the nanites, do they?

I don't think so.

Perhaps it's something we would have gotten, without them.

[Except that's slightly more worrying for Jazz, and her frown deepens.]

I'm not a veterinarian, but I should be able to assist. I'll make housecalls.

[Fortescue's smile is weary, but 1000% sincere.]

That would be amazing, if you would. He's been throwing up.

[And acting rather pathetic, which is all the more heartbreaking considering how macho he tries to act, most of the time.]

( mila looks more resigned than surprised, but then, she's already been with netherlands and his animals, by this stage. )

I'll do what I can.

It's stopped, now.

[For now, maybe. Hard to tell for sure. She furrows a brow, glancing off-screen at her cat, as concerned as she is exhausted.]

He's much more lethargic than usual.

[THe face of a very worried young boy appears on screen.]

Your cat's sick too?

[She tries to summon up a brighter expression, but really, it just makes her look all the more tired. It's the effort that counts, right?]

Yes, I'm afraid he is. Quite sick. Do you have a cat, too, love?

[He nods]

A kitten. He's only little.

[Hence the worry]

[Fortescue nods. Illnesses in younger creatures is even more worrying.]

I'm sorry to hear it. What's his name?

[She turns her comm slightly to show the sleek black cat, lying on his side on the bed, lethargic, eyes closed.]

This is Jazz.

Lamarque.

[The screen also moves to a lethargic looking kitten. A few months old and clearly carefully cared for.]

Carolyn gave him to me, after I took care of all of them when she went to the halls.

[And Carolyn is gone now so he can't ask her for help like he would]

[She frowns.]

He's very cute. Tell you what, I have a few people coming to check on Jazz. Why don't I direct them to you, after, so they can have a look at Lamarque?

[If they'd be so kind. But she doesn't imagine most people would fuss too much. This is a boy and his kitten, after all.]

Please.

[Let it never be said he's not learned manners. Though it might be a bit of a mystery where he's managed it.]

I don't want anything to happen to him.

[Fortescue knows she can't promise anything, about either of their cats, and that hurts.]

The people on this ship are very clever. Try not to worry too much. Where's your room, love?

Room 17 and deck 6.

Have you found any doctors for animals yet?

No doctors specifically for animals, no.

[Her smile is something between a smile and a cringe, because it would be really nice to have a veterinarian right about now.]

But apparently we have some people with broad experience. I'll be sure to let them know where you are. We've got all that fancy equipment in medical, if it comes to that.

We do.

Coufeyrac's a doctor, but we don't have anything even a little bit like that at home.

[He considers the option]

This doesn't really seem like a problem leeches would fix.

[Fortescue hesitates. Leeches have one good use, as far as she knows, and that's microsurgery.]

Leeches don't fix many problems, love. I don't think we have any aboard the ship, anyway. And if we do, I wouldn't want to meet them.

[Space leeches... or grav couch leeches? That's a terrifying thought...]

Combferre has a jar in his locker. A lot of doctors use them at home.

I think.

[He doesn't actually know. It's not like he ever went to one.]

That's how it was done in my world, a very long time ago, but it's since been proven nonsense. Losing blood doesn't do a person much good. In fact, it tends to make problems worse.

[Just, you know. For the boy's general information.]

But it doesn't surprise me that the ship would give him some. The ship gives people all sorts of awful things.

[It's a bit beside the point, but he has to wonder]

Did they ever find a way to deal with cholera?

[He's still worried about Lamarque, but he can't help being curious]

[Fortescue nods.]

Yes. That was one of the first things we developed a cure for, I think. [Then again, her world isn't exactly like others.] Where I'm from, children don't catch many viruses or diseases.

That's amazing.

[To live in such a world]

A lot of people were dying of cholera, in Paris.

I'm sorry to hear it. Cholera was nasty stuff. [As she recalls from her history books.] You shouldn't have any trouble with it here, I would imagine. For any culture to build a ship like this, guarding against basic health problems is a must.

[It's certainly not cholera that has a grip on their animals. ...although maybe cholera doesn't exist in this universe and there's no cure for it, as a result, but those are things better left unsaid to the boy.]

It hasn't happened yet, anyway...

Last time the problem was nanites, but our animals don't have any, so it can't be that...

My current thought is that the lack of nanites is the problem.

[From what she's gleaning about the previous issue, as well as the nature of the ship itself.]

Perhaps the nanites are why we aren't also puking our guts out.

[ Jemma recognizes this woman from her first day on the ship. She'd found the cat odd at the time, though now she wishes she had something like that of her own. Perhaps Skye is close. ]

Usually, I practice on people, but even then I have to stretch my skillset to suit the situation.

[ She smiles gently. ]

Would you like me to take a look?

[Fortescue returns the smile, though it's a weary expression due to what's going on.]

I wouldn't mind, if you don't. He's past the disgusting bit. Or seems to be. But now he's just... lethargic.

[I.e. the part where he was throwing up a lot.]

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Please pretend that said Combferre and I didn't mix up my own castmate's names.

Your secret's safe with me.

Eeeexcellent

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