Don't call the doctors, 'cause they've seen it all before [semi-open]

[pallantias]

Who: Athena, Simon Tam, Meh Yewell, and anyone else who wants to join in
When: A couple days after the intro log
Where:The medbay
What:Tfw your hunger strike sends you to the medbay >:T
Warnings: Self-starvation


I might be catching so don’t touch [Closed to Simon Tam || Meh Yewell]
This is pointless. I’m not sick. I’m not injured. I have no reason to be here.

[These are the words you may hear floating into the main room as the doors to the medbay slide open. Athena’s been escorted there, obviously not entirely by her own free will, though thankfully she doesn’t have to be sedated and physically dragged there like she did upon arrival. For one, this uniform offers even less protection from sedative-filled needles than her armor did, and secondly, she doesn’t have near the energy for the evasive maneuvers she would otherwise use to compensate for this. So she lets herself be led, albeit grudgingly.

She glares over her shoulder as the doors slide shut behind her and she’s left alone in the main room. She’ll also glare at any uniformed person who tries approaching her.]

I do not need treatment, [she says shortly. Her appearance, however, would beg to differ. Her skin is sallow, her face gaunt, and her uniform seems to hang a bit too loosely about her. Doesn’t stop her from looking at you as if she’s imagining twisting your head off like a bottle cap and, against all odds, like she could succeed.]

You’ll start believing you’re immune to gravity and stuff [OTA]
[If you enter the medbay at any time afterwards, you might find yourself being stared at very intently. For once, Athena’s intentions aren’t confrontational. She’s just bored. Oh my god, she is so bored. At least when bandits had taken her prisoner, they had provided her with interesting conversation every once and awhile. This “IV drip” is not nearly as diverting. The only reason she hasn’t ripped it out of her wrist and stormed off is because she’s been told if she stays on it for a day and then starts eating actual food, she’ll be able to leave the medbay and that is currently her top priority.

Feel free to talk to her. Or shoot at her. Or spontaneously combust. Honestly, she’s so bored she’d take anything at this point.]

Comments

ooc: handwaved interactions

[pallantias]

((This is where you comment if you want a certain interaction with Athena that's too minor to warrant its own thread. For example, giving her a sympathetic smile or a dirty look. Feel free to comment either ICly or OOCly!))

[hohnkai]

Thán would probably come through the medbay to see what the fuss is, but won't hang around for long. It's not his area. haha. We can thread or handwave it?

[pallantias]

I actually just recently got back from a trip to Seattle and I'm a bit overloaded, so handwaving would be more convenient for me! Is he wearing a particular uniform denoting his rank as captain? If so, he'll likely come under some increased scrutiny from Athena and she'll probably remember his face.

[hohnkai]

We'll handwave it! He'll be wearing a uniform that's all black that doesn't have any colored trimming. No one else wears one like that, but she might not recognize that he's the captain unless she asks. We can just say she overheard someone calling him captain? He'll wonder around for a bit and then leave.

[pallantias]

That works! She's going to be verrrry suspicious of him after learning he's a captain >:T

[imaginary_wife]

So you look haggard and half dead when you're the picture of health. Good to know. I'll put it in your file as a sign of no need for concern.

[She wasn't beating around the bush, certainly. Meh Yewll had been in a prison camp herself, a lovely place called "Camp Reverie". It's where the ERep sent their most unwanted.]

I guess you can also ask the captains permission to starve to death, but I don't think they're going to let us get away with not treating you. [Despite the sharp glare, Meh doesn't look phased. Oh, undoubtedly Athena could hurt her- Meh heals quick, but she's soft and squishy and not particularly good at fighting. In fact, everyone can lay into Meh and that's why she isn't particularly compelled to hold her tongue. But, for the moment, she's just talking and going about the MedBay business that doesn't deal with Athena yet. Boring, monotonous, repetitive business.]

What do you think this will accomplish? You're not Ghandi.

[pallantias]

[Athena’s only response to the other woman’s sarcasm is sullen silence. She knows she’s in bad shape -- she had already gone several days without eating before she arrived on this ship and she can feel herself losing strength as the pattern persists. But in a battle between her hunger and her will, it’s her stubbornness that ultimately wins out.]

I know that. [Especially since she doesn’t know what a “Ghandi” even is.]

It’s against regs to eat food provided by captors. And I have even less interest in eating food provided by bounty hunters.

[Seems her paranoia from the first day is still alive and well. And why shouldn’t it be? It’s served her well enough in the past.]

[imaginary_wife]

Whoever wrote your 'regs' apparently was more obsessed with security than the lives of its workers. [She says shortly, but considered the latter part of the statement. ] "Bounty hunters?"

[She doesn't know what the ship was for, and who on the ship provides what.]

[pallantias]

Probably. [Atlas may be a bunch of murderous assholes, but at least some of what they taught her was useful, and ensured her survival on many a mission. There was also a lot of it that was bullshit, of course. Figuring out which is which can be difficult, to say the least.]

Yes. Perhaps the entire crew isn’t in on their operations, but someone on board has to be. Likely it’s whoever is controlling the Ingress.

[pompous_today]

Mmm. You certainly do look healthy enough to me. [Simon's response is filled with dry sarcasm and he looks the woman over- from a fairly safe distance, of course, as she looks less than pleased to be here.] Undernourished, and it seems you were brought here against your will. You are the picture of health.

[pallantias]

[Athena crosses her arms, undaunted by his observations.] If I wanted to eat, I’d go to the mess hall. A medbay is for treating the wounded and sick, and since I am neither, my presence here isn’t necessary.

It isn’t like there’s a med hypo for “undernourishment” anyways. [Clearly, her home-planet had some different ideas about medical treatment than they have here on the Moira.]

[pompous_today]

No, but we can still give intravenous liquids until you are more hydrated and stable. [Because he hated to send someone away when they were obviously not well, but there was also the matter of ethics. He wasn't going to mention that she could refuse to consent to treatment until he knew what the problem was, though.] You must have been brought here for a reason other than that, so what is it?

SORRY FOR DELAY i was in seattle for a bit

[pallantias]

That’s the only reason as far as I know. [She isn’t going to mention that the “problem” at hand started days before arriving on the Moira. As far as she’s concerned, if he didn’t ask, she doesn’t have to answer.]

I already am stable. [Tired, weakened, and clearly still mistrustful to the point of paranoia, yes. But she hasn’t passed out yet, so she’ll count that as some semblance of stability.]

[seeingscarlet]

[And eventually there will be a Wanda at the foot of her bed. Her arms are crossed and she does not look pleased.]

And what was this supposed to do?

[pallantias]

[As much as Athena wanted a diversion, her roommate’s chagrinned face at the end of her bed isn’t really what she was hoping for. She does her best to give an indifferent look in return.]

You’re my bunkmate, not my XO. It’s none of your concern.

[seeingscarlet]

[Staring intensifies. She's touched the Hulk's mind; this is nothing.]

You expect me to not care when you starve yourself into the hospital? [Or medbay or whatever this place is called.]

[pallantias]

[Athena stares back wordlessly as if she’s been asked a trick question. When it becomes clear that Wanda is waiting for an answer, she speaks, albeit dubiously.]

Yes?

medbay

[heliakal]

[ Clark doesn't have a particular direction in mind when he goes wandering. He's seen most of the ship by now, and it's easy to let himself get lost in thought, moving through quiet corridors.

He hasn't been to medbay since his arrival; he's never had a need of it. Even back home, his parents had kept him as far from doctors and hospitals as they could manage. He hesitates in the doorway, but curiosity wins out. There might still be a few people here who were injured from the last event, and he hasn't been able to check on everyone he'd like to ask after.

He does find a solitary figure, but she isn't a familiar face. Clark meets her gaze. He's unafraid, and utterly guileless in the face of that stare.

Still, between the dark-rimmed glasses and the way he slouches in his uniform, he's relatively unintimidating in comparison. ]

Sorry, miss. I didn't mean to... intrude.

[pallantias]

[Her expression when the man enters is wary, but not overtly hostile. Truth be told, she’s not interested in scaring off any visitors to the medbay -- it’s dull enough as it without being entirely depopulated of people.

The man appears to be human and utterly unremarkable. But after hours of nothing to listen to but the constant drip of the IV, she’s somewhat more conversational than usual.]

Who are you?

[“The usual” is generally just silence, for reference.]

[heliakal]

[ The woman shows no obvious injures, just a bored look and an IV. Clark wanders closer since she doesn't seem opposed to company. ]

Clark Kent. And you?

[pallantias]

[Her gaze tracks him as he enters the room, alert as ever despite her boredom.]

Athena.

[He doesn’t have the same uniform as the other medics, Athena notices that much.]

Are you injured?

[The unspoken second question being ’And if not, why are you in here?’]

medbay for the med bae

[robotmom]

[ If anyone were really paying attention, they'd know one inimitable truth about Rhys: that he is the comms tech the Moira needs, but doesn't deserve. No soul an iota less selfsacrificing would sit on the bridge day in and day out (or, y'know, they're in spaceawesome hacking skills to hypothetically sate his curiosity about what's behind one of the mysteriously locked doors (seriously, it's not fooling anyone guys) and less hypothetically lose... consciousness in a manner which suggests a captain was not pleased with his actions and chose to temporarily relocate Rhys for his health.

And, like, whatever they did to him or whatever they're giving him is Strong because right now he's looking around the med bay and having the weirdest case of deja vu. ]

Hey - hey you, with the... staring. [ The metal exam table they've got him on while he shakes off the - did they drug him? Or pull a cybernetic jack? He doesn't even know, Rhys just knows his head's swimming and he's seeing people that are not supposed to be there. ]

You look crazily like someone I know. But you can't be Athena, she's. Well for one, she's captured, and for another helmet hair and Athena are not things I could picture together in the same universe.

aw shucks

[pallantias]

[She’s ignored her one other fellow patient in the medbay for the most part. For one, he’s been unconscious for the past few hours and secondly, he doesn’t even have any interesting-looking injuries. In short, he’s not really worth her attention. She does, however, spare him a sidelong glance when he starts to come to and tries talking to her.]

What?

[It isn’t until she hears her name that he really gets her attention, her gaze snapping away from the medbay door and towards her fellow patient. How does he know who she is? How did he find out she was captured? Her eyes narrow as she scrutinizes his features. She’s definitely never seen him before. So how does he know all this?]

Who are you?

[Her tone right now is somewhere between “menacing” and “murderous,” so Rhys might want to answer fast. Then again, lying in the medbay with an IV in her wrist, she's not exactly as threatening as she used to be. Is going to be. Whatever.]

uwu

[robotmom]

[ Aw come on, "not worth her attention"? Rhys isn't a peach but that bruises the ego somewhat, all right. Going unnoticed, that's one thing and also some kind of superhuman feet considering his height, but being not worth the effort of being noticed is a new kind of low. So thanks, thanks for that. ]

You're even mad like her. Nothing's making you mad you just are. It's HR report fodder and a huge bummer, for the record.

[ He sounds positively despondent about it too. Or it could be the slurring. This medical bed is uncomfortable. ]

Rhys - not "reez" or anything to do with peanut butter cups. People're obsessed with telling me about them and I am both confused and interested.

[pallantias]

[Athena is not a patient person by nature. Putting up with the man’s stalling would be difficult enough if it did make sense, and it’s near impossible when he’s babbling on about nothing like this.]

Look, I don’t care about-- [She furrows her brow at the unfamiliar combination of words.] peanut butter cups. Tell me how you know who I am.

[Working theories so far: A) he’s with Atlas. To be fair, that’s been her working theory about potentially everyone on the ship until recently, but the fact that this man actually knows her name and most recent status on Pandora gives it extra weight in this case. Or, B) he’s with the Vault Hunters. There’s also the slightest chance that he’s with Mr. Shank, but he really does not look like bandit material, so that theory is shelved for now. Other than those three groups, she can’t think of anyone who could claim to know her or her whereabouts before she was taken aboard the Moira.

Which means, if he gives her any reason to believe Theory A, there’s a good chance she’ll kill him, IV be damned. Choose your words carefully, Rhys.]