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[imaginary_wife]

Who: Doc Yewll | Various
When: Throughout the month
Where: In Med Bay | All over
What: General OTA Starter, other things later
Warnings: Will update as necessary

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[imaginary_wife]

☄ MED BAY | OTA
[Just another day in Med Bay, and like every other day in Med Bay Doctor Meh Yewll is working her ass off as if everyone's life depends on it. Oh wait. It very well might. Because her logs are full of potentially contagious diseases and unhappy plagues and god help her now STDs among potentially horny as hell souls meandering around this ship.]

[Not to mention people got a hard on for murder, grievous injury, and general stupidity that turns the safety and well-being of themselves and others into a giant pile of laughable shtak.]

[Right now she's picking through genes of what looks like it could be a potentially horrible contagious virus if she doesn't gently prod it the right way. And if she could look through a microscope and strangle a fucking contagion into doing what she wants she absolutely would this in a heartbeat.]

[Anyone that comes into Med Bay would find a lizardish looking woman staring into a petri dish through a high tech microscope, a pair of goggles pushed up on her head from where she was fiddling with something in VR earlier.] What do you want? [She asks bluntly without even looking away from what she's up to.]

[ersatzeverything]

I want a pony, world peace, and treatment for minor radiation poisoning.

[imaginary_wife]

I'm going to get up and find that cure and throw it at your head for both the joke and somehow getting radiation poisoning.

[High quality medical care in the Moira's infirmary, right here. She leaves a monitor to record changes and strolls over to a table and pats it.]

Sit down and tell me what you did. [In the tone that comes with an exhausted mother whose children regularly fall out of trees and come back with skinned knees. Or, in this case? Radiation poisoning.]

[ersatzeverything]

I'm not sure about those experimental treatments. I think I'd rather go for the traditional method of IVing the cure.

[He hops up on the infirmary table and swings his legs back and forth.]

It happened a couple weeks ago, back when we found that other Ingress, you know? I was bitten by a radroach. Not a big deal, really, but I figured I should get the rads taken care of. [Now. Finally. After weeks of not taking care of it. Because walking around with rad poisoning is NBD.] And I don't want to use a RadAway if I can help it. I'm trying to save those for, like, real emergencies. "The engines have exploded and the ship's hot with radiation!" kind of emergency.

CW: Needles

[imaginary_wife]

Radroach, huh?

[Doc Yewll walked over with her scanner and, surprisingly, a RadAway with an IV.]

As it turns out, we had a field medic with some expertise in radiation poisoning and had exactly what it is you're requesting. Must be your lucky day. You know. For a guy with radiation poisoning. Sure know how to have a good time don'tcha?

[She then goes to get an IV bag. Sorry, Deacon. Gotta take this normal IV style.]

[asafepairofhands]

To pick up a couple of shifts, if there's space in the rotation. With a ship this size, I didn't figure you lot for being overstaffed.

[Ratchet is here in his holomatter avatar, which turns one palm out in an offering gesture.]

I was assigned as a field medic, but that's not taking up too much of my time so I thought I'd offer.

[imaginary_wife]

No no. That's fine. [She gestures over her shoulder. Sure, whatever, she'll work with it.]

What skills can you bring to the table? [Doc Yewll doesn't even look up. Whatever the woman has going, she's completely engrossed. Which could be a fault or a bonus. At least there's not shortage of dedication there.]

[asafepairofhands]

[Ratchet doesn't look offended in the slightest when she doesn't stop what she's doing, just nods and continues.]

My specialty is inorganics, but I can treat organic species, I've done it before. Been a combat surgeon for four million years, and a regular GP before that. I was Chief Medical Officer of the Autobot army for that four million years, even if I didn't let them wedge me behind a desk and leave me there--I was in the field. [He half-shrugs--he hasn't done a job interview in about five million years, he's a bit rusty.]

I'm fast, careful, and a quick learner. I'll get up to speed on the crew's differing physiology as I go--I already have data on most of the new Cybertronians that got dumped here this month.

[imaginary_wife]

Oh, good. We could use one of you. [She stands and comes over to face him, arms crossed in front of her. At least her attention is pulled away.]

Let me guess. Cybertronian. Holoform.

Could be wrong, but don't know a lot of inorganics that live for a few million years and there seems to be a trend. I'm Doc Yewll.

[backsassin]

Medical advice. [The face and voice that accompany the request likely aren’t familiar to the good doctor. The disguise gives Zam an extra bit of bravado in coming here -- with the questions he has, he isn’t sure he would’ve showed up otherwise.]

You busy?

[imaginary_wife]

I'm always busy. [Because she chooses to be. A personal life has never been her strong suit. This? This is what she has going for her.]

[She stands up, and at first, doesn't recognize Zam.]

Come hop on a table and we'll have a chat about it.

[backsassin]

[Zam does nothing to clarify his identity for Yewll. He walks up to a table and leans on it, though he doesn’t take a seat.]

I don’t think it’s going to require a physical. I just need some information. [A beat.] And maybe some advice.

[imaginary_wife]

That should be simple enough. [She pulls out the scanner, and starts to run it slowly over Zam. With a soft "oh" with her mouth.]

Nice face, toots. Like the cheekbones.

[Then she keeps talking as she looks over him.] Got a reason for the change?

[prorenataa]

[ Adrien didn't bother to look up from the chart he'd grabbed and was pursuing. ]

To be left the fuck alone. [ Was his response, digging into a drawer and looking for a stylus. ] And given the way you were glaring into that microscope I'd assumed the feeling was mutual.

[imaginary_wife]

Oh. New guy.

[Hi, new guy. About the best greeting he could hope to get out of this one. But at least an understanding is easy to come to.]

Yeah. A couple of our boys, mostly identical twins, came in with a loving little lethal virus patched into them. And on top of that, someone made 'em to hyper age when they reach a certain point.

So to fix one I gotta get rid of this designer bullshit in here. Even better, if I don't get rid of it looks like this puppy could mutate into something worse. [Ah, those days when she worked on plagues for the Votan races. At least her adventures in genocide are paying off to save people. Hopefully.]

[prorenataa]

[ Adrien didn't even look up from where he was reading, reaching to make taps on the chart with the stylus. ]

So. A day ending in Y?

[imaginary_wife]

This one is actually pretty new. Usually we get people losing limbs or coming in without them.

I've been a war doctor and I swear to Christ- [not that she believes in him but the human lingo, she can work with it] -that I have never seen as many amputees as this ship brings in.

Luckily we got a good prosthesis team but we got a lady that needs a whole full body even. Guess I should fill you in on some of the other fun stuff if you want to join the party. It's BYOB. You're gonna need it.

[fight4theusers]

[Tron watches her work for a moment, staying out of the way.]

Just dropping by. If you're busy, I can come back later.

[imaginary_wife]

[She does push away immediately, leaving her research because this is more important.]

Not heard from you in a little while. [She stands up and walks over to him, arms crossed in front of herself.]

So how did talking with the old man go? You never filled me in.

[fight4theusers]

It's been rather busy around here lately. But I'm sorry I haven't come to see you sooner.

[He frowns at the mention of Alan, the memory still painful and fresh.] It was... difficult. I think Alan understands now what was wrong in what he tried to do. It wasn't his intent.

[devilofohara]

Just to say hi.

[The reply comes in the form of Robin's voice, the girl standing in the Medbay's doorframe holding an old-looking book in her arms. It' a thick, reference tome, but her arm is obscuring the title for now.]

And I wanted to say I'm sorry for worrying you the other day.

[She is, of course, referring to the distress message she sent out over the network. Robin knows that the doctor's a busy woman, and one that she's come to respect in her time on the Moira, so she feels a little bad for crying for help when it all turned out to be just a couple of robots fighting.]

[meyneth]

[Fiora has not been looking forward to her regular check-up at the Med Bay. Last time she was here, it was because Rinzler had cut her open with his disk. Meh Yewll had told her off, in no uncertain terms, for poking the bee's nest, and Fiora had stormed out once the repairs were done like a little kid being scolded for fighting on the playground. Which, in hindsight, wasn't that inaccurate.

A lot has happened since then, and now, Fiora is burdened with the knowledge that Meh was right. At least a little bit. And in either case, didn't deserve to be treated with disrespect, especially when she was helping her and never announced her misconduct to the ship.

But required, scheduled check-ups are required, scheduled check-ups. When Fiora finally wanders into the Med Bay, a few minutes late due to her dread, it's empty except for the familiar silhouette towards the back. She wants to hope the privacy is intentional.]

Um... sorry I'm late, doctor.

[Her voice is meek and sheepish. She lingers by the door, already embarrassed to be here.]

[imaginary_wife]

[And then, as if Doc Yewll hadn't insulted her intelligence, as if Fiora hadn't contributed to some severe difficulties, the woman turns towards the familiar voice.]

Get in here. I need to talk to you about something else, too. Hop up on a table for a scan first.

[Not even questioning anything. At least the Indogene is ruthlessly goal directed. She moves toward the front to grab her equipment, make quick work of checking her over.]

[meyneth]

-- A-Alright.

[Blinking to herself, Fiora does as she's told, walking directly to an examination table to take a seat. The doctor is upon her almost as quickly to wave that mysterious device of hers around her arms and legs.

Meh is standing so close to her now, and still with no mention of what happened last time Fiora was here. Fiora's hands grip the table anxiously until she finally blurts -]

I'm sorry for last time.

[imaginary_wife]

I don't care. It's taken care of. [She's either not insulted, or not upset she insulted Fiora, or the matter is so low on her priorities now that she placed the issue in Tron's hands she's mostly removed herself from it. At least for now.]

[With Clu around, who knows. She'll have to keep an eye on her friend, at least.]

So I'm going to have to do more than a check up. I got a basic structure for that body we were thinking about. But I'd like to know how "normal" do you want it. You want it do all the important lady things or do you just want a great pair of legs for a dress again?

[That's her priority now. Anything else can wait.]