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.]

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[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.]

[pompous_today]

It would be difficult for me to say you're stable without a thorough examination, but I'm going to say you're probably not. [Simon's tone indicates he's not buying her insistence at all.] Is there a reason you don't want to accept treatment?

[pallantias]

[There’s a stubborn pause before Athena speaks again.] On top of the fact that I don’t need it? It would be against regulations. [She gives no more detail than that and it’s clear she doesn’t want to.]

[pompous_today]

I can tell that you do just by looking at you. [But that second part gave him pause.] Regulations... here? Why would I be assigned to the medbay if I couldn't treat people?

[pallantias]

[She shakes her head.] I’m not referring to ship regulations. I mean the regulations from… [From where, exactly? “Atlas” makes it sounds like she’s indoctrinated. “Home,” even more so.]

Base. [And as much as Athena hates the people who had given her said regulations, they’ve kept her alive many times before and, thrown into a situation she doesn’t understand, she’ll stick to what she knows. Even if it means starving in the process.]

[pompous_today]

[Simon sighs, but tilts his head and says kindly:] Considering the circumstances and that none of us seem to be from our home universes any more, I am not sure those apply any more.

[pallantias]

[She thinks on this for a moment. The thing is, she understands why those regulations are there -- food from one’s captors could be poisoned or drugged, medical aid could just be a pretense to render one vulnerable. And Athena’s pretty sure those dangers are not confined to Pandora or even her “home universe.”

Which means she isn’t going to drop those regulations right off the bat just because there’s no one here to enforce them.]

Why should I trust you? Or anyone on this ship?

[pompous_today]

You have no reason to. [Simon shrugged, looking a little uncomfortable.] I hate to go straight for the negative answer, but it is also the truth. I could protest as to my own good character, or point out that it would make no sense for us to enter into some sort of contract to help people only for our captors to turn around and kill us all... but that may not make much of a difference to you, and I cannot say I would blame you.

[pallantias]

[Athena hesitates, then sighs.] Well. At least you’re honest.

I don’t believe they want to kill us. But they are taking us somewhere. And given the secrecy with which they treat the matter, I don’t think it’s somewhere we want to go.

The food could be drugged to ensure complacency. Or whatever’s in there. [She inclines her head towards the IV bag.] As you say, I don’t have reason to trust any of you.