Time to kick Medical butt

[starfleetcleaner]

WHO: D'vana Tendi
WHERE: The Infirmary
WHAT: Trying not to panic, and setting up her Medbay
WHEN: Early June


Tendi is having a bit of a day. She's woke up somewhere that was not where she went to sleep, had a mustering that was vaguely threatening, and now is set free to roam on this sea ship with noone she recognizes, and in addition, seems to be in the distant past. However, she's resourceful and determined, so first things first.

The map of the ship has indicated there is a infirmary, and that seems a good a place as any to begin. She still has her medical kit, even if it's low on supplies, but from the look of this place, they seem to still be in the knives and string level of medicine, she's sure that her skills will be greatly appreciated.

She arrives in the infirmary, and begins to take stock, seeing what medicines they have, other supplies. After all her hypospray only has a few doses left, and best to save that for an emergency.

Comments

[nostradamnit]

"What manner of person are you? Green is healthy for plants. And some birds. And lizards. Not for people." He seems confused, looking her over uncertainly.

[starfleetcleaner]

"Um...I'm a doctor. Well, in training. And a Starfleet officer. Also in training to be fair. Also, I said, I'm an Orion. From the planet Orion. What manner of person are you?"

Tendi looks a bit annoyed, she had to deal with a lot of this kind of stuff on her path to Starfleet, wasn't really expecting it to happen here.

[nostradamnit]

"I'm a doctor as well. Court physician at the Chateau de Fountainbleau, and an advisor to Queen Catharine. I...have never heard of Starfleet, and I know Orion as a constellation, not a planet."

He seems confused by everything that's going on here. "You are a woman, studying to become a doctor? I've met ladies who were midwives, but none who were allowed to study medicine formally."

[starfleetcleaner]

"Wait, what year are you from? I need to know how annoyed I should be. I'm from 2380, and Orion is a planet, in the Beta quadrant."

Tendi crosses her arms, narrowing her eyes at the person who hasn't even introduced himself. "And who exactly is going to stop me from studying medicine? You? You haven't even told me your name, which is rather rude, I told you mine, but you were distracted by the fact that my skin was a different color than yours."

[nostradamnit]

"You're from Anno Domini 2380?" He gapes at her in awe. "And I would not stop a woman from studying. It's just that they're usually not welcomed by the universities."

He steps forward slowly. "My name is Michel de Nostredame, and I'm from Anno Domini 1558. Please, forgive me for not knowing what a person from your time would. I am still adjusting to many things on this ship."

[starfleetcleaner]

"Oooh, you're from 1558? OK, no worries on that front then, you still think that mercury is a cure-all. By the way, just so you know, it's not, it's an insanely toxic heavy metal that drives people insane."

Tend seems to calm down, relaxing. "Ok, so I'm not from Earth, I'm from the Planet Orion, you would call me an alien, but it's kinda racist to say, I mean, you're the alien from my perspective. So what can I do for you? Do you need some medical help? I can give you a checkup if you like."

[nostradamnit]

"Toxins and medicines are something I specialize in, in my time. While my level of knowledge may seem primitive, even barbaric to you, I would like to offer my assistance as a physician here, as well. If the stories one hears are true, the more of us there are, the better."

He seems perhaps a little defensive.

[starfleetcleaner]

"Well, if you'd like to help, I mean, I'm sure we can use it, this place does seem like it has some potential to be a bit violent. Are you alright with some crash courses in modern medical science?"

[nostradamnit]

"If you have the knowledge to impart, Lady Tendi, I would be glad to learn it. The body fascinates me, so if there is more to learn on the matter, I would wish to learn it, even if you weren't intending to accept my help."

He brightens at the very thought.

[starfleetcleaner]

"Well sure, I'll take all the help I can get! Is there a library on this ship? We should get some anatomy books...but otherwise, I guess we just wait for someone to get hurt, which from what I've been hearing is a rather common occurrence on this ship. Then we can get into the practicals, luckily, most of the tools here are a bit simple to use, so that's good."

[nostradamnit]

"There is a library, but I'm afraid the books it contains are unlikely to be of use in our endeavor. There are only story-books, no tomes containing practical knowledge." Which is disappointing, but Nostradamus isn't sure how surprised he can find it in himself to be.

[starfleetcleaner]

"Drat. Well, those can be useful, but not for now. I have some very basic reference on my PADD, but well, it may just be easier to show you how to use the tools, they're not super complex. Here, let me show you. Do you have any scars or wounds you'd like to get healed up?"

[nostradamnit]

"No, I bear no recent wounds, and no scars I would want to lose." It's a bit of a personal matter, that. He's never thought he could have his scars healed, but he wouldn't give them up without great thought.

[starfleetcleaner]

"You too huh? My friend Mariner is the same way, I don't really get it myself. I mean, I guess I can understand like...trophies, but well, some things I'd personal like to forget, and if I still had the scars, It'd always be there."