Posted Dec. 6, 2019, 5:53 a.m. by Captain Alexxander Ryley (Chief Medical Officer) (Calé Reilly)
Posted by Gamemaster Deus Ex Machina (Gamemaster) in Deck 8 - Crew Lounge 2242 hours (et orders out)
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Simon sensed her concern, both for the ship, and also for his own well being. “I’m hanging in there,” He said aloud, trudging along in the procession through the Jeffries tube. The pain was manageable for now.
As always, his telepathic senses were on high alert, in case he was able to pick up any thoughts or feelings from other crew members aside from those he was with.
-Counselor Simon Arbogist
The telepathic individuals picked up many known and indeterminate minds. Perhaps as many as twice as many minds as they would expect given the decks they were moving through.
“Good to hear counselor,” Heather smirked reaching for the next hatch. if she wasn’t mistaken it should lead them out onto the deck outside of Sickbay so that they could get their wounded tended to and she could head down to the Engineering section to see what had happened and why.
Heather Argeneau, CE
After taking about twenty minutes to cover a distance that should have taken less than five. The group would find themselves in a fairly crowded sick bay. Those who somehow found their way there didn’t have much of an idea what to do now that they were ‘healed’. There were a few medical personnel available for the team to fix what ailed them.
GM
Ooc: Luke I assume they are in Alpha Sickbay and went up from deck 8 to 3 rather than down to 26? If not I can change the post.
In the hubbub of noise and clearly confused people, injured, groans and the general sickbay clamour that comes from medical people at work came a loud and somewhat piercing whistle noise. The crowds moved slightly to reveal an older man in a black T-shirt and jeans which looked rumpled, dusty and mildly torn. He was sporting a half healed cut over his right eyebrow and was leaning on a cane which held a communicator badge and pips embedded in it.
Now that he had the crowds attention Ryley lowered the hand he had just used to amplify his whistle and looked around,
“Ok listen up. This isn’t a Sunday picnic, for all intents and purposes we are going to assume somethings happened and are in combat procedures. This means that sickbay is operating on triage system delta. Medics will treat green-level patients, nurses tend to yellow-level patients, and doctors work on red-level patients. If you have received treatment or fall into a ‘I’m not injured just really confused and or shaken up’ I’m not interested in you, you are white level and this is a red zone.” He indicated the area of beds and equipment. “Red zone is for the dropping off and collection of red level patents only. White zone will be the recovery ward…” he indicated the area further up sickbay. “… make your way there, you will have to share the 47 beds and the floor space till we can access Beta Sickbay. Someone will bring you water and whatever else you need but it won’t be me. Am I clear?” He looked around the collective faces. “Then move people.” He bellowed.
As the people hopefully began organising themselves with some help from the staff Ryley made his way over to the group that had just arrive and gave them a glance over. “You lot look like you had fun getting here.” He said grimly.
Ryley
MD
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