Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Fat Sam’s Lounge and Bar

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Fat Sam’s Lounge and Bar

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Fat Sam’s Lounge and Bar
Posted by… suppressed (1) by the Post Ghost! 👻

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Monsant wanted to slap his forehead. Why hadn’t he thought of that? Although maybe there was some medical reason the Cardassian couldn’t be moved? That wasn’t certain, after all… still…

Karla smiled at Faye and tapped her combadge =/\= Dr Reyes to transporter room, two to be transported immediately to the infirmary. Lock onto my combadge and that of Dr Durnit. Energize =/\=

But nothing happened.

“Imirrhlhhse,” Faye muttered under her breath. Well that made things exceptionally more complicated.

“I’ll see if I can grab a sample,” he said, making his way to the bar and grabbing a shot glass and metal spoon, to collect a sample with.

–Kavox Monsant, Science Officer

“Careful there Monsant. We definitely don’t want a repeat or expansion. Who knows how much of that stuff is required and how it will affect you,” Faye said in a light tone that belied her vigilant surveying of the room around them and the now unconscious drunken patron with toxic vomit. He could just stay that way, but then again a nerve pinch wasn’t exactly a light stun. But Security and medical would arrive soon and deal with him.

~Faye Calloway

“That’s why I’m using the spoon and glass. If it eats through either, it’s officially Somebody Else’s Problem, at least until proper equipment arrives.”

-Kavox Monsant

Kavox successfully got his sample of the vomit, and apart from it spitting at him and seeming to glare balefully at the Ensign, it didn’t seem about to eat through the glass or spoon.

Faye’s face scrunched slightly as she watched Kavox and began extrapolating the extent of the risk of the substance. Obviously it wasn’t dangerous to the Lumerian’s physiology, but how many others would it injure and how?

Kaia stepped into the Lounge and looked around, and almost immediately regretted that decision. There was some obvious insanity going on here. She just stood in the doorway, staring.

Kaia, Eng

OOC; Moving this along a bit.

IC: The Command Staff arrived shortly after they had left the dinner. Cochrane led the way to the doors and put a hand gently on the Engineer’s shoulder. “Pardon me, Ensign.” and nudged her gently out of the way of the incoming officers. Walking up to the gathered onlookers, he said in a authoritative manner “Make a hole.” and approached the downed figure. Kneeling down next to the injured opposite the physician, he said”Doctor, what do you need?”. He wasn’t going to take charge, this was a medical situation. But he would make sure that all resources were available.

Cochrane, CO

Karla looked up as Cockrane knelt on the other side across the body of Durnit. She saw his pips that said he was a captain.
“Ideally another Doctor, Captain,” Karla replied, “failing that, a transporter that would work to get us both to the infirmary on Event Horizon, but the transporter doesn’t seem to work on this station, darn it. So, I guess its up to me, in this bar, less than ideal. Not only due to the location, but due to me and Durnit. He’s my boyfriend, and there’s the whole thing of not operating on a loved one.” Karla looked down at Durnit, “but in this, I have no choice. I’m currently his best hope. He was being himself, defending me, defending us, and now this has happened. He’s a Doctor, not a pugilist.”

“I have a lot of seemingly incongruous skills, but medicine is not one of them, sadly,” Faye said, feeling a strange mix of emotion. Was she actually feeling helplessly sad for a Cardassian? Huh. Then again, his open recognition of her reaction and apology even though it had nothing to do with him had unsettled her then and even more so now as she looked at his prone body.

“My fault on the transporter front, Captain Cochrane,” Commander Q.T. Pie said, “it was discovered during a routine scan of our transporter rooms on the station that the buffer patterns and the re materialisation processes were out of alignment and we decided to take them all offline to fully investigate the issue with them. Would you be able to transport him to the Manhattan’s sickbay? Is it even safe to transport him?”

“He’s got clammy skin, meaning excessive sweat,” Karla said, “I think the sooner we get him to medical facilities the better for him and the sooner we know what was in that stuff he was covered with, the better.”

“Science labs currently out of operation on Event Horizon, Captain,” Q.T. Pie, said, “we didn’t think anything like this would happen at this moment.”

• Dark Tribble
• Karla Reyes, Dr

It’s worth the shot, Faye thought as she glanced at Cochrane.

Cochrane didn’t take a moment to debate the fact, and he knew that his clearances were already on the Manhattan. Tapping his commbadge, he said =/\= Captain Cochrane to Manhattan Transporter room. Lock onto my signal and the two comm badges adjacent to me. Three to beam directly to Sickbay. One injured. Have medical team on standby for arrival of patient and attending medical staff. Security detail to Fat Sam’s Bar on the station to take statements and prepare incident report. Confirm lock and orders, Manhattan. =/\= While he waited for the response from the Transporter Room, Cochrane looked at the XO and CMO. “Commander, please ensure we get a full statement from all witnesses.” Looking to the CMO, he said “Lieutenant, get your team on Manhattan prepped and ready.”

Cochrane, CO

OOC: Post dropped the last part for some reason.

“Maybe also our Lumerian friend who did the vomiting?” Faye said, gesturing to the large drunken man on the floor. “Don’t worry, he’s okay, I checked. Just a little Vulcan nerve pinch. He’ll be fine in a bit,” Calloway said casually.

~Faye Calloway, Data Scientist

“In the mean time… uh, with your permission, sir, I’d like to get this sample to sickbay, before it spits at me again.” He glanced down at the glass, frowning a bit at it. In the process, it occurred to him that he was not remotely in uniform. And new to the ship. “Ah.. Ensign Kavox, science department, sir.”

-Kavox Monsant, Scientist with a terrible sense of fashion