Posted by Cadet Javal (Doctor) in Main Sim - Sickbay

Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Sickbay
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=/\= Keep me informed, Doctor. =/\=
- Jacobs, CO (crosspost)

Some moments pass…
=^= Rodier to Ven. We’ve located a sample of Grapok sauce - retrieving now. =^=

OOC: Why thank you!

~ Lt. jr. gr. Rodier - CoS

=^= That’s excellent! Take all necessary precautions, please. We’ll have a team waiting to secure the sample - Ven out! =^=

Thrilled by Rodier’s message, Miya hurried off to alert the remaining Sickbay staff to the incoming officers. A quarantine area, protected by forcefields, was set up near a neutron microscope and equipment laid out for the tests that would be needed to examine whether grapok sauce truly was the cause of the mysterious illness. Miya, now wearing protective gear like the other staff, waited intently for Rodier and the ensign to arrive. She seized the moment of calm to contact the cadets and ensigns who were scattered to different parts of the ship dealing with sick crew members.

=^= Ven here - report, please. What condition are your patients in? =^=

[Lieutenant JG Ven Miya, CMO]

=^= “Cadet Javal here. I have completed a diagnostic examination of one of the affected engineers in the cargo bay. My scans indicate high-grade pyrexia, psychosomatic disturbance, and, most notably, a viral infection with sequences not readily indicative of most common communicable strains. I have uploaded the results of my scan to the Sickbay library computer.” =^=

Miya nodded to one of the nearby NCs, who scurried to the nearest LCARS terminal and downloaded Javal’s results, sending them to the CMO’s PADD.

=^= ....Granted that the causative agent of these disturbances is viral in origin, I must assume that both I and the security and medical personnel that accompanied me to the cargo bay have been exposed to the virus. Unless otherwise indicated, we may need to undertake quarantine procedures to prevent further spread of the contagion. =^=

OOC: Just like you did with me, go ahead and crosspost this wherever works best for you, Claire!

[Crosspost: Cadet Javal - doctor]>>>>>

(OOC: thanks, Stephen - that worked perfectly!)

The Bajoran frowned as she scrolled through the results from the crew members who had been sequestered in the auxiliary cargo bay. They mirrored the virus isolated from Ensigns Chekhov and MacGuffin. Kosst! Miya cursed silently to herself, then tapped her commbadge to reply to Javal. =^= I think you’re right, Cadet. Take all precautions possible until we know for sure - I’m hoping to have more information about the infection vector soon. Do any of your crew members need beamed to sickbay or are you able to deal with them for now? =^=

OOC: I don’t want to rush any replies, but also didn’t want to hold up the sim for anyone. Feel free to wait to respond to this and/or move it down as necessary :)

IC:
A couple of minutes passed before Henry arrived back in Sickbay, his NE partner in toe. One hand was wrapped in what appeared to be some sort of towel or bandage, and it clutched a small flask of brownish liquid. Walking very slowly into the room, he said, “Anyone order some poison?” His reddish cheeks indicated a certain level of satisfaction, but no smile entered his face. A small joke in a serious situation could be good, but the declined vitals on the monitors in the back of the room made clear to the Chief that the situation itself was no joke.

He could only hope he’d been quick enough this time.

~ Lt. jr. gr. Rodier - CoS

(OOC: That’s not a problem! When Javal replies, we’ll just head back up to Miya’s previous comm message and keep the RP going there. The joys of fuzzy time! Again, with a view to keeping the sim going, I hope you don’t mind if I gloss over the actual transfer of the grapok sauce?)

Wrapped in full personal protective equipment, her heart thudding at the seriousness of the situation, Miya held out a metal bowl for Rodier to place the innocuous-looking container. “Thank you - both of you,” she said, deep sincerity in her voice. “Hopefully this’ll help us work out what’s happening to them.” She spared a second to glance at the two ensigns, sedated and restrained on the biobeds, before returning her attention to the waiting Nurse Cadell.

“Please examine the Lieutenant and the Ensign to make sure they haven’t been contaminated in any way.” And, as the nurse raised her medical tricorder to begin the examination, Miya gave the ghost of a wink to Rodier, then turned to make her way to the neutron microscope.

The quarantine field fizzled into place behind her as she started to prepare a sample of grapok sauce for testing. Though she’d done this hundreds of times during her medical training, she had to take a deep breath and will her hands to stop shaking. Prophets, help me be calm! There are lives at risk! she prayed silently as she fed the sample into the neutron microscope, then sealed the remaining sauce into a secure container to keep it safe. Decontaminating her gloved hands, she returned to the scope to wait for the results to appear.

[Lieutenant JG Ven Miya, CMO]

• Jacobs, CO (crosspost)

Sure enough the same viral parts that were found in MacGuffin and Chekhov were found in the sauce. Whether or not that was the source of the illness wasn’t clear, but what was is that the spicy Kilingon condiment had served as an infection vector, making the jump from the bottle to the cadets, and then from the cadets to the rest of the crew.

GM Wombat

Again, Miya cursed silently to herself as she straightened from looking into the neutron microscope. She issued a few brief orders to the sickbay personnel before initiating a comm message.

=^= Ven to Captain Jacobs. We can confirm that grapok sauce found in an ensign’s quarters was one vector of infection, but the fact that the illness has spread from person to person probably means there’s another process involved. Unfortunately, we don’t know what that is yet, though my team is working on it. Until we find that out, we won’t know how the virus spreads, so anyone could become infected. I’d recommend tightening the shipboard quarantine until we have a clearer idea of what we’re dealing with, Captain. =^=

As she waited for the Captain’s response, she looked around the sickbay, proud of the way her team was working together to try to trace how people were becoming infected. If it was airborne, we’d all be coming down with it by now. If it was passed on through touch, I’d be showing symptoms as I helped Chekhov across to the biobed. Her cheek throbbed as she remembered the inadvertent punch which had sent her flying. So what’s going on here?

[Lieutenant JG Ven Miya, CMO]