Posted by Gamemaster Wookius Furrius (Senior Gamemaster) in Officer’s Mess - The Next Day
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Zef Rollo (Counselor) in Officer’s Mess - The Next Day
Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Officer’s Mess - The Next Day
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The night, apart from the idea of disembodied spirits wandering the ship, was quiet. Tov’s vitals stabilized and a transfusion from Second Minister Maree helped. It was not particularly any ‘clock’ time that could be discerned or looked to for when the Gravenians might awaken, but they came awake quite normally, if a little eerily being within seconds of one another. All but Tov who was still recovering. Hone, the doctor, shook his head and rolled slowly off the biobed, blinking to get his bearings again.
“How is Tov?” he asked, shuffling over to where he was and trying to make sense of the readings above on the console.
Meanwhile, elsewhere on the ship, Faye was gathering supplies for a return to the surface. Too many pieces to puzzle out, but there was a thread of excitement coursing through her. Planetside and a mystery? It was like a perfect day. So long as no one tried to take over her body or some such nonsense.
~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist
OOC: Topic change to be more focused.
Maree shifted and rose a couple of minutes after Hone did, to find him bent over Tov.
“How is he?” she asked, her morning voice sharper and a bit gravely.
Hone grunted. “Stable, I think.”
“You think?” Maree retorted. “I need better than that.” She swung her legs over the edge of the biobed. “Can’t say much for the comfort of the bed,” she muttered.
Hone looked around. “Can someone translate the readings for me?” he called.
“And breakfast,” Maree added quietly.
“Breakfast I can definitely help out with,” Walker said as he made his way into sickbay. “As for the readings, it depends. What readings are you looking at?”
Maree stretched and caught herself being just a tad off balance before she slid off the biobed. “Did he need much blood?” she asked.
“Well let me take a look here…”
The transfusion was, for Maree, substantial with three units taken. While it was not overwhelming for her it likely explained why she was not quite balanced just yet and not about to do a half marathon that day.
Making his way over towards where Maree and Hone were, he took a look over at the console they were looking at.
WO Darach - COO
Hone replied, a stubby finger pointing to the medical readout. “This here. I gather from the images that there is a focus on the primary injury on your scans, but in a translation I don’t know if the reading is good or not.” He glanced at the recovering engineer. “Tov looks like he is resting and he has some color now,” he added, though visually for a person whose hue was purple, it likely took one to know that.
OOC: Tov was stable and his more serviceable injuries had been attended to. The region around the surgery was still being observed with some swelling and an increase in temperature there.
Flipping through the screens briefly, Walker looked over the information in the computer. “It says he is stable at the moment. It looks like the surgery went well, but they are wanting to continue to observe him for a bit longer. Just to make sure the swelling goes down and there is no risk of a secondary infection…” Walker trailed off as he flipped to the next screen on the chart.
“It looks like his temperature is still elevated slightly. That’s why they are wanting to make sure he is alright.”
A frown formed on Hone’s fleshy face. “Tricky. It has both a dual possibility. It may mean infection, however that is too soon to flare up. Right now that would mean that the region is swollen and tender and healing. For an injury like this I count it to be a good thing but something to watch. Can someone instruct me on this display?” He asked, pointing to the overhead status screen.
Cochrane followed closely behind and said “Good morning. I have taken the liberty of having breakfast set up in the Officer’s Mess. I invite everyone to join me after any of your questions regarding Mr. Tov are answered. There is much we have to discuss.” Cochrane’s tone was polite, professional, and diplomatic. To those who were familiar with him, however, there ewas a definite edge. And those who picked up on it also knew that the ‘invitation’ was far from actually being one.
“I’ll stay with Tov,” the doctor said.
Maree evidently did catch the tone and replied, “I’ll be happy to join you, Captain.” She glanced at Hone and then to Tov. “It is a new day and with light comes knowledge.”
Walker raised an eyebrow at the Captain’s ‘invite.’
“Well I’m sure that will be a better breakfast then I could whip up here. But what questions do you have?”
WO Darach - COO
“So, no questions then? Because I could really use a cup of coffee, if you don’t have any,” Walker said as he gestured towards the door.
WO Darach - COO
Kaia wandered into Sickbay, looking around at those assembled. “How is Tov?” she asked, looking worried. She blamed herself partly for his condition, since she had been the one to notice the phantom girl, and subsequently the crash. She rubbed her left arm, just over where the break had been.
“It looks like he is still recovering Ensign. Though I couldn’t say much for how his exact condition is, my forte is not in medicine. Give me a basic med kit and I can help in the field. But this is definitely beyond my normal skill,” he said with a chuckle.
WO Darach - COO
Maree was joined by the doctor, Hone’s intern, whom Baht had beamed up with him. “I’ll go in Dr Hone’s stead,” he said, then, “And send something back for him.”
Maree, as they moved along, inquired, “I have heard that some people ‘dream’ that their minds are alert or something as they sleep and that images run about. Do you, Captain?” She sounded in tone like she had lost something she felt she’d have liked. “We don’t.”
Walker followed the group out of sickbay as they headed for the Officer’s Mess.
“I can’t speak for the Captain, but I would say most humans tend to dream. Though I wouldn’t say that our minds are alert. Most people don’t have control over their dreams, it really is more of a manifestation of our subconscious mind. You know, playing out different scenarios and such like that.”
WO Darach - COO
“Some of our mystics go into a meditative state and speak of visions. Often they are chaotic nonsense.” By Maree’s tone she evidently didn’t put any stock into them. “Perhaps it is something similar.”
Cochrane listened to Darach’s reply and nodded as they made their way to the Mess. As the doors opened and they walked in, Cochrane said “It has been my experience that most sentient species dream. Perhaps a commonality most of us share. And in that vein…” and he gestured to a table set for six. He stood next to the single chair at one end and waited for everyone to seat themselves.
Maree took a seat and, without waiting, took a drink of water.
Once seated, Cochrane sat himself and said “I have a theory about why you say you do not dream. If I may, what can you tell me about the symbiotic energy-based lifeforms that you coexist with?” Cochrane’s question was direct, but polite.
OOC: I don’t think Zef is with the people heading to the mess, so I’m going to have her already there. I need a place to write, so hope that is okay.
Zef watched the others enter the officer’s mess and seated herself when the others did. The comment about the Gravinians not dreaming piqued her curiosity. There were many reasons that species dreamed. The fact that the people they were interacting with did not—that opened the door on new questions and hypotheses.
Maree sighed and set the almost empty glass down. “Little.” Her frown was hard to read, but then her character did presuppose little else for a response. “It is as though it is night and day. We know we have a dual spirit as it were and that at night it is as though it is released and wanders. They can travel far and quickly and as we sleep, inasmuch before all these murders, essentially protected us in that time. It was only recently that we found there were .. blanks .. those who were spiritless. Yet it is our understanding that we all have them. Where are they? We as a people who carry them when we are awake and they are loose when we are asleep.” She shrugged. “Up until meeting others we thought that was normal.”
Cochrane then asked “Have you established any kind of communication with them?”
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