Posted by Lieutenant Commander Pilar O’Keefe (Head Nurse) in Primary Sickbay- Main Sim
Posted by Lieutenant Anastasia Darren (Chief of Psychiatry) in Primary Sickbay- Main Sim
Posted by Captain Willow Taylor (Commanding Officer) in Primary Sickbay- Main Sim
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Willow nodded. “Contact Doctor Darren, if I could talk with you both a moment.” She said and also indicating for McNairn to follow moved out of ear shot of the others.
“We think we may be trapped in some sort of soap opera. These beings are characters, they think this is a Hospital Starbase and that we are part of their story line. While we work out what happened to Hart we need to figure out what the point of this whole thing is. Doctor Walker is currently doing an autopsy, we will know more about the killer then, it seems very coincidental and I don’t like coincidence.”
She looked at the people. “I’m sure all of them will register the same as the cadet. For now we need to play along with them and try to find out what the plot of this is. That was we will work out what’s happened and how we can stop it.” Looking at each one she added. “I hope none of you have a twin.”
Before anyone could contact Ana, the Sickbay doors parted and she entered, accompanied by the mysterious visitor that she had found chasing a cat in the corridor. She gently cleared her throat, hoping to inconspicuously gain Taylor’s attention to the guest.
Gordon brought up the rear of the little party, his eyes quickly taking in the room. He noted the number of ranking officers in the room and braced up slightly, too much gold on collars in one place for his liking…
Pilar looked up “Speak of the devil and they appear.” She muttered “Counselor, welcome to the insanity. We have a young lady over here that needs someone to talk to after losing a very dear friend. And that is just the beginning.” She said and turned back to Willow “So how do we tell if we are in some sort of a soap opera or whatever and how do we get out of it?”
“We play it out and see what happens. Things aren’t black and white…” she said, this was starting to give her a headache.
Ana’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and she opened her mouth to question the nurse’s use of the word devil, but correctly identified that this might not be the time to enquire into human idioms. She followed the nurse’s gaze to the group of people. It was relatively easy to catalogue the crew on a ship the size of the Ogawa, so she quickly realized that they did not belong. “Are they all…” her voice trailed off as she left the question to Pilar or Willow unspoken but hopefully understood.
Willow nodded at Ana as she arrived and raised her eyebrows at the ‘guest’ they brought with them.
Gordon blinked, his brain slowly clunked through the information he overheard. “Hang on…did she say soap opera?” He mentally asked himself, this day was getting weirder by the second.
He stepped away from the various groups and did his best to blend into the background, letting his eyes wander around the rooms occupants.
He didn’t know many of the crew, being a new member himself, but he did notice a sense of “otherness” from the way the crew he did know acted towards the group that Lieutenant Darren wandered towards. They obviously didn’t “belong” but if they weren’t part of the crew…who were they?
The sickbay seemed to be its usual hustle and bustle but didn’t seem to need a discreet fist to the face or phaser blast to the chest so at least he could relax a little. He was silently thankful that the crazy head of surgery wasn’t kicking around....
Crewman Gordon Muir, Sec
Willow watched Gordon as he looked around, she again turned to speak to Ana. “The cadet is some sort of recurring cast character and friends with the killed Ensign Hart who she thinks is another person. I believe she found the body and as you can imagine she is rather upset.” Willow took a step and winced as her ankle twinged from her earlier fall.
Gordon braced up slightly as Willows eyes passed over him, last thing he needed was the boss woman catching him snoozing against the bulkhead…
Ana had been about to let out a slightly exasperated sigh, but the twinge of pain she felt from Taylor stopped her short as it got past her carefully constructed blocks. Her gaze snapped to the CO briefly to evaluate the source of the pain and noted her impaired gait as she walked. She filed that information away to follow up on when she wasn’t having to deal with distraught apparitions. She trailed Taylor over to the cadet and offered a slow “… Cadet?” to see if she could get her attention.
Gordon’s head snapped round at Darrens own quick movement, he’d seen the Captain in pain but the reaction from the Lieutenant made him pause. She hadn’t been looking at the Captain, how did she know the Captain had been in pain.
Then the penny mentally dropped, she was either telepathic or empathic. Neither really boded well for Gordon if he had to blag his way out of anymore counselling sessions…
Pilar also picked up on the Captain’s limp “Captain. Let me check your foot. You took quite a fall earlier.” She said leaving no room for argument. Pilar took a look around the room to ensure that everyone was being cared for.
Gordon watched the way the Bajoran officer brooked no refusal from the Captain, he had recognised the accent before seeing the tell tale facial identifiers of a Bajorian heritage. She seemed confident and competent, not getting bogged down in the current task but keeping one eye on her surroundings.
The way she moved reminded him of his security training on Bajor, if she’d changed her uniform colour he’d probably mistaken her for a Militia Doctor with the way she acted and talked.
Crewman Gordon Muir
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