Posted Aug. 9, 2020, 8:58 p.m. by Commander Dira Myqian (Executive Officer) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Chief Petty Officer Oscar Cameron Cascarrabias Demalia (Engineer (Grouch)) in SB 157, Merchant Area- Main Sim
Posted by Lieutenant Robert Mason (Chief Engineer) in SB 157, Merchant Area- Main Sim
Posted by Civilian Cai Taylor (Captain’s Brother) in SB 157, Merchant Area- Main Sim
Posted by… suppressed (2) by the Post Ghost! 👻
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Right, fantastic. Well, at least they knew approximately how this… affliction was passed along so she was going to keep her distance. “It’s great that you could join us, Chief. We’re about to head out elsewhere and you should come with me, so perhaps the… Walrus would like to host a party in their quarters? Perhaps others will join?” she suggested lightly, as it if were the best suggestion yet! If they could just make it to the Infirmary without coming into contact with anyone, they might end up okay.
Commander Myqian, XO
Oscar considered the situation, but if he could remove himself from the Walrus even temporarily, it would do a lot for his morale. Then again, the Grouch’s morale was always on the stable side of tetchy, as a former English Starfleet Academy cadet had described him.
“I can try to suggest it to him, but he seems set upon having an oyster feast with The Carpenter - and I’m the Carpenter as far as he’s concerned.”
Bob still didn’t know what to think of Cascarrabias, but couldn’t help that the man’s eccentricities were unusually perfect for the current situation.
“Well, the situation does require some… ingenuity and we need you to be able to move freely,” the XO said.
A new voice came over the comm to Mason as Jenyfer tapped on her comm. Her voice was calm but there was an edge of urgency to it. =^=This is Lieutenant JG Lyset, the station’s virologist. Chief Engineer,=^= there was a pause as she glanced to the nearby nurse for the name she was seeking, =^=Chief Mason, the infected seem to have caught something from spores that are in the air circulation system. We recommend and sweep of the station to clear the affected areas and cordon off the worst sections for decom and to monitor and contain infected. Those with severe hallucinations can be escorted to sick bay. Protocols are already set here. And we recommend respirators and as much skin coverage as possible till bio suits can be obtained. Acknowledged?=^=
Jenyfer
VirologistHow the hell am I supposed to do that? Bob thought somewhat snidely. I’ve got a team of 5 people, tops, on a good day, and none of them are here except The Grouch…
=/\= This is Lieutenant Mason. Message understood. We will come up with a plan to do that, somehow. Out.=/\=
Outwardly, Myqian was calm. Inside she about wanted to scream in frustration. This situation was developing so fast and she felt like they were two steps behind. In short, there was little she could do but make sure the crew didn’t get up to anything dangerous. And she had no idea if she would succumb to this hallucinatory state herself. The odds seemed to be getting higher by the minute.
OOC: Not sure if Oscar overheard this or not, but just in case..
IC:
Oscar couldn’t help but laugh out loud. The situation was getting more and more ludicrous by the second, as far as the Grouch could tell. If he had heard the station virologist correctly, Oscar was currently the only person in the immediate vicinity who was wearing an isolation suit, even though it seemed that everybody should be wearing one. Even more ridiculous was the fact that, given the nature of the infection, Oscar was possibly the one person on the whole station - well, maybe Oscar and the kid, given what they’d both had for dinner the previous night - who was completely immune to the disease. He’d never really been happy about his childhood, but his acquired immunity to fungal diseases never seemed so sweet.Oscar, of course, being himself, and used to talking out loud to himself to bide the time, actually said, “Well, I guess I’m one of the people on this station with no worries at all - other than a fat guy who wants to eat some Ensigns.”
Oscar Cascarrabias
EngineeringDira looked at Oscar and half shrugged, thought she stepped a half step back from the ‘Walrus’. “You’re probably right. Which means I’ve got a potentially limited time here to accomplish anything that we need to sort out. We need to get to the Infirmary, ASAP, and just hope those of us not in suits make it. Let’s find some emergency compartments and track some respirators.” She looked around their corner of the merchant deck. “There has to be one around here somewhere.” It was yet another frustration of working at a place that you weren’t actually assigned to.
Commander Myqian, XO
“Chief, since you are the one person who isn’t in immediate danger of losing their mind,” Bob said. “Do you think you could actually find the central air circulation system of the station? If we have a cure or something we might just want to pump it straight in there.”
Oscar mindlessly tapped his legs for a second, considering the possibilities. He could probably go through the Jeffries of the station with relative ease, but lugging around the tools he would need to pop open the central life support systems once he got to life support control might be a problem. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that, even though he could do it, given enough time, it would keep him on the job for a really long and boring amount of time. Finally, Chief Cascarrabias lifted his hands to his sides.
“I think I’ll have to take off the trash can in order to do it fast, but there isn’t a fungus in the galaxy that can touch me - not since I was a teenager, at any rate. Okay, actually, I hate the taste of mushrooms if they’re not cooked right, but I’m immune to fungal infections, so, yeah, I can do it. How fast do you want it done?”
Cai meanwhile seemed confused. ”How the hell did they get infected with spores on the station?” he asked and looking up added. ”uhh question is it likely that any other ships docked or you know…trying to leave are infected too?”
Cai
“Oh, right…” Bob said aloud. He slapped his commbadge.
=/\= Mason to Chen. If you are still on the ship, stay there. There is something in the air on the station that is driving everyone crazy. If you’re still on the ship, close all airlocks and disconnect any support umbilicals until we can figure out what is going on. =/\=
Hopefully she was still on the ship.
– Robert Mason, CE
When Oscar thought about the USS Ogawa, he shook his head. One little crisis, and nobody noticed his work. Well, somebody was probably going to notice that he’d rechristened the ship the King Grouch II eventually. It probably wasn’t going to be Chen, considering that you needed to be outside the ship to see it, but one could hope for the best.
Oscar Cascarrabias
Engineering
“The alert should have locked down all incoming and outgoing traffic, but precautions are never a bad thing,” Dira said before exhaling. “Alright, I need to get to the Infirmary and its best if anyone who doesn’t have gear find some fast. So…” stepping away from the group, Myqian’s gaze swept the Merchant Area for any possible emergency storage lockers. There had to be some here, but that didn’t mean they would have what they needed. She could hope though.
OOC: Oh GM, can she find any or should she take her chances getting to the Infirmary?
Commander Myqian, XO
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