Conversation with ussatlantis at 8/26/2008 9:55:47 PM on VAdm Blackthorne (aim)
(9:55:48 PM) VAdm Blackthorne entered the room.
(9:56:34 PM) TKirr entered the room.
(9:56:57 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: heya
(9:57:02 PM) TKirr: Hello.
(10:00:18 PM) MajDougMcKnight entered the room.
(10:00:22 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Evening.
(10:00:28 PM) TKirr: Good evening.
(10:00:33 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya Major
(10:00:43 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Rachel has informed me that she's letting a cake cool. She should be along within the next few minutes.
(10:01:05 PM) TKirr: Cool.
(10:01:10 PM) TKirr: ...no pun intended.
(10:01:21 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Bah, should be pie
(10:02:41 PM) DrRoxanneCarre entered the room.
(10:02:52 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Evening, doc.
(10:02:58 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Hiya
(10:03:12 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Sorry, my firewall decided to be a pain
(10:03:20 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya Doc
(10:03:28 PM) TKirr: Hello, Carre
(10:03:30 PM) LtCmdrBusard entered the room.
(10:03:36 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya Percy
(10:03:40 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Holy crap everyone's here!
(10:03:43 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Also, hey guys.
(10:03:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: OMG all of us here at 3 after!
(10:03:46 PM) TKirr: Par-TAY!
(10:03:48 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Is this a record?
(10:03:52 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Happy dance::
(10:03:57 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: It might be!
(10:04:17 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Woo!
(10:04:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Alrighty then
(10:05:20 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Tonight we've arrived at the planet Milyax, in response to a request for help figuring out a plague of unexplained deaths.
(10:06:06 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?
(10:06:18 PM) TKirr: Yes, lots. =X
(10:06:26 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Quiet you
(10:06:30 PM) TKirr: <_<
(10:06:47 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Are we going to get hurt a lot?
(10:06:48 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :-(
(10:06:58 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Maaaaaaaaaaaaaybe. Maaaaaaaaaaaaybe not.
(10:07:04 PM) TKirr: . . . !
(10:07:07 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Okay, so it is a disease of some sort?
(10:07:14 PM) MajDougMcKnight: That was never specified last time.
(10:07:20 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Yes, the request is medical in nature.
(10:07:25 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Okay.
(10:07:50 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Well, there goes my alien serial killer theory.
(10:07:57 PM) MajDougMcKnight: And that's all we know about it?
(10:08:03 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: That's about it, yes.
(10:08:06 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Not, say...whether or not it's airborne?
(10:08:34 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: It is a mystery!
(10:08:52 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Okay then.
(10:09:18 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, then.
(10:09:20 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:09:23 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:09:25 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:09:49 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::arrives on the bridge after being informed that they've arrived::
(10:10:06 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (( :: sings :: Dead people got no heartbeat, dead people got floppy lil arms and floppy lil legs. ))
(10:10:22 PM) TKirr: ::at Science, having put up the quarter-globe view of a dusty yellow planet on the main viewer::
(10:10:46 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Standard orbit. Commander, tell me about this planet.
(10:10:49 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (...Tell me that wasn't to Dead Puppies))
(10:11:02 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::And by this point, McKnight sits at tactical, as instructed, softly drumming a little beat on his console, which so far fails to bleep in alarm. Being vacuum sealed is a pretty good way to keep out diseases.::
(10:11:23 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: cleaning up Sickbay after the last exam, making sure all is prepared for the 'emergency' ::
(10:12:08 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: ((No no...I <3 puppies..it was to short people ))
(10:12:13 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::sitting at Helm, as good a place as any for the CAG NPC to be:: Standard orbit, sir.
(10:12:17 PM) TKirr: ::having been studying, launches into a description-mode:: Irren III, known as Milyax by its residents. L-Class, home of the Ren.
(10:12:35 PM) TKirr: Joined the Federation three years ago, after developing warp drive.
(10:12:41 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::As per usual, Percy is wriggled between various metal and plastic electronic bits, doing close diagnostics. She couldn't do much about curing any diseases,
(10:12:41 PM) LtCmdrBusard: but she was going to make damned sure that the air filters were working as fast as possible.::
(10:12:50 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: L-Class, that'll require precautions for the away team.
(10:13:18 PM) TKirr: ::nods:: Agreed. I'll arrange for Dr. Carre to be informed.
(10:14:09 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Hail them.
(10:14:25 PM) TKirr: ::makes it so::
(10:14:43 PM) TKirr: Planet responding.
(10:15:43 PM) TKirr: ACTION> A tough-skinned man appears on the screen, his skin rough as if scaled, but exhibits no other reptilian similarities. His expression is grim.
(10:16:08 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::stands and faces the viewer::
(10:16:58 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: This is Admiral Ian Blackthorne of the USS Atlantis, responding to your request for medical help.
(10:17:39 PM) TKirr: Uiren> ::his face brightens:: Greetings, Federation vessel! I am Uiren, Overseer of the Milyax Mecca.
(10:18:16 PM) TKirr: Uiren> We've got a place all set up for your research team! We're standing by, whenever you're ready.
(10:18:50 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Overseer. I'll be sending my Chief Medical Officer along with a few other officers, but if you were expecting a research vessel, I'm afraid that's not us.
(10:19:22 PM) TKirr: Uiren> ::brow furrows, appearing confused:: Oh, well then... when will it arrive?
(10:20:04 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I'm unaware of any, but rest assured, the medical facilities and staff aboard this ship are top notch.
(10:20:31 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Quinn> ::And somewhere off to the right, looking down at a somewhat tidier console, Rodney assists in monitoring the environmental controls.::
(10:20:48 PM) TKirr: Uiren> ::reaches a hand back to scratch at the exotic tufts of hair on the back of his head, frowning and mumbling:: Well, this isn't right... mm... I don't know if that will do...
(10:20:50 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Frowns at an apparent flaw, consulting a PADD before reaching her hand out from under the mass of coils:: Quinn, hand me a microwrench, will you? Nothing bigger than a 200ths, please.
(10:21:28 PM) TKirr: Uiren> ::seems to decide something and cheers somewhat:: Of course, we're grateful for your help, yes. Please, come to these coordinates. We'll meet you with the utmost hospitality.
(10:21:46 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::smiles:: Alright then, my team will be down shortly.
(10:22:11 PM) TKirr: Uiren> ::turns away from the screen before it abruptly cuts short::
(10:22:49 PM) TKirr: ::perks a brow::
(10:23:08 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I love being a disappointment when we've come to help. Commander, assemble an away team.
(10:23:25 PM) TKirr: ::nods and looks to McKnight:: You're with me.
(10:23:45 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Quinn> ::Hands down the required tool:: I hadn't noticed the air getting stuffy.
(10:24:22 PM) TKirr: +Carre+ T'Kirr to Dr. Carre.
(10:24:25 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Looks up:: Okay, but my layman's assessment is that whatever this is, it's not the kind of thing you can shoot.
(10:24:34 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: straps on her medi-belt, double checks supply stacks ::
(10:24:36 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Environmental precautions and whatever medical precautions the doctor sees fit.
(10:24:50 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: +TKirr+ Carre here.
(10:25:42 PM) TKirr: +Carre+ Doctor, we're preparing to beam down. Please bring whatever you need to Transporter Room One. It's an L-Class planet--the specs are at your station.
(10:26:29 PM) LtCmdrBusard: It isn't really noticeable, but there's a slight kink in the converter cable just here. Not much to worry about initially, but it can
(10:26:33 PM) MajDougMcKnight: (I assume Class L means space suits?)
(10:26:40 PM) TKirr: (No.)
(10:27:03 PM) LtCmdrBusard: cause blockages and feedbacks in the long run. ::Takes the microwrench, fastening it to the cable and twisting lightly with the cable's natural curve to remove the kink::
(10:28:05 PM) TKirr: ::moves to the lift, waiting for McKnight::
(10:29:35 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: racks her brain :: L-class...L-class...think Carre! Right! :: Adds a pack of portable breathing tubes to supplies ::
(10:29:57 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Falls in behind her:: I DID have my guys prepare a couple of HAZMAT suits, just in case the available detail about what we're walking into amounts to...zip.
(10:30:31 PM) TKirr: We shouldn't need them.
(10:30:45 PM) TKirr: +Busard+ T'Kirr to Busard. ::riding lift::
(10:30:52 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Let me know as soon as you know anything.
(10:31:18 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Finishes with the fixing:: There, thats- +T'Kirr+ Busard here.
(10:31:26 PM) TKirr: ::nods to Ian before she leaves::
(10:31:41 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Quinn> ::Looks over the system once again:: Okay, every sensor we've got indicates optimum efficiency. About all we can do otherwise is release a bit of hydrogen sulfide into the mix, and see if we all wind up
(10:31:51 PM) MajDougMcKnight: needing to point a finger at the guy to our left.
(10:32:07 PM) TKirr: +Busard+ Commander, please join the Away Team in Transporter Room One. We'll be departing shortly.
(10:32:48 PM) LtCmdrBusard: +T'Kirr+ Acknowledged, ma'am. I'll be right there.
(10:32:56 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Harper can you make sure these supplies join us on the planet? :: snags a couple of hypos from the shelf and heads out the door to TL ::
(10:32:56 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Enjoying alpha shift, Commander? ::to Harper::
(10:33:17 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Now that my clock has adjusted to being awake in the daytime, yes, very much so.
(10:34:07 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Gets her tool belt together, complete with sonic screwdriver, and calls back to Quinn as she's leaving:: Got a party to go to. Take care of the wheels while I'm gone, and if I see so much
(10:34:08 PM) LtCmdrBusard: as a scratch in her paint...::-Door closed behind her::
(10:34:23 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Frowns silently, but simply leans back against the wall as the lift descends::
(10:34:41 PM) TKirr: ((waiwait, where's Harper, Bridge or Sickbay?))
(10:34:47 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ((Bridge!))
(10:35:20 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Notes that Harper is out :: Ensign, you're going to get these down to the planet. ((My first red shirt kill! WOOT))
(10:35:27 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> The Operations part of this console takes some getting used to.
(10:36:19 PM) TKirr: ::exits the lift after the doors swish open and walks with McKnight to TR1::
(10:36:20 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I recall making that adjustment myself.
(10:36:46 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: ((Okay...since SOMEONE doesnt have my reference site up...i was talking to NOLAN not Harper....just substitute. ))
(10:37:02 PM) TKirr: ((Noted!))
(10:37:03 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ((It might be back up next week!))
(10:37:21 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Meets the rest of the group in TR1 shortly after T'Kirr and McKnight arrive::
(10:38:06 PM) TKirr: Nolan> Yes, Doctor.
(10:38:37 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ((I am going to have to start listing the constant NPCs on the website, they're reproducing))
(10:39:17 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (Heh, I think we've all got one at this point :-P)
(10:39:27 PM) TKirr: ::runs a passing glance at the ensign upon entering the TR and steps up onto the pad::
(10:39:38 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Goes to a storage locker as soon as he enters, offering T'Kirr a breathing apparatus as he gets one for himself, unaware that Carre's packing extra.::
(10:39:43 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::watches the planet go by on the viewer and does whatever COs do when there's an away team down and they're off camera::
(10:40:12 PM) TKirr: TRGuy> Coordinates received and set, Commander.
(10:40:20 PM) TKirr: ((No, YOU are off camera.))
(10:40:26 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Enters the Transporter Room, noting the breathing masks and grabbing one quick::
(10:40:27 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: (( :( ))
(10:40:55 PM) TKirr: ((We don't have breathing masks, Carre will inject us))
(10:41:25 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (Ah, scratch that, then.)
(10:42:20 PM) TKirr: ::nods to TRGuy and notes the assembled party:: The doctor should be here shortly.
(10:42:27 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::wants to barrel roll the ship, very badly::
(10:42:46 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (Bad Harper! Bad!)
(10:43:03 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Enters the TR room, pulls out hypo, runs around hypo-ing the team :: That should hold us.
(10:43:24 PM) TKirr: ::is hypo-d and notes Carre's backup-bag with tubing sticking out::
(10:43:41 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: (If Harper scratches the paint, will your engineering staff get blamed?)
(10:43:44 PM) TKirr: ::nods to TRGuy when everyone's ready::
(10:43:49 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Looks at the hypo:: Whats that got in it?
(10:43:54 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (...Probably)
(10:44:50 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: It will help you process the available oxygen more efficiently, planetside.
(10:44:56 PM) TKirr: ACTION> The Away Team is beamed down. It's a sunny day, nothing out of the ordinary, except the air holds a healthy yellowish tint. An impressive facility looms at the edge of a courtyard.
(10:44:57 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Oh good!
(10:46:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> ::another of the Ren approaches the team, rough skinned and grim-faced:: I am Jesren, welcome to Milyax.
(10:47:16 PM) TKirr: ::nods to Jesren:: T'Kirr of Atlantis. ::introduces the others by name and pointing::
(10:47:49 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Nods in greeting when she is named and pointed at::
(10:47:57 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> ::his eyes linger on Carre:: The Overseer has assured me that your facilities and doctor can help us.
(10:48:14 PM) TKirr: ::motions to Carre to step forward::
(10:49:05 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Nods curtly before he goes back to looking over the facility::
(10:49:06 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: moves up :: We'll need to know anything you or your medical staff can tell us about your problem.
(10:52:57 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> ::nods:: Right this way. ::starts to walk:: Our people have been turning up dead, apparently from some condition that has caused severe respiratory distress.
(10:53:30 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Is it gradual or sudden?
(10:54:00 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> Sudden, we believe.
(10:54:29 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> ::enters the facility with the team::
(10:54:35 PM) TKirr: ::walks with the others, letting Jesren and Carre take the lead and talk medical, keeping an ear on the conversation while she looks around::
(10:54:44 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Do you know how it's spread?
(10:55:22 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> Not as of yet. We've yet to even find a living victim.
(10:55:44 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Sets his jaw:: Lovely.
(10:55:51 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Examining her PADD, which is taking in readings of the air:: Um, question.
(10:56:00 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Why is the air yellow?
(10:56:13 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: fiddles with her medicorder, test scans Jesren when hes not looking ::
(10:56:23 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> Your air is not yellow?
(10:56:53 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Not...as such, no. Is it naturally this way, or is it a side effect of the building up there?
(10:57:19 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> It is naturally this way. I have never been offworld, myself, and find it... normal.
(10:57:21 PM) TKirr: ACTION> The clandestine scan turns up as normal as one can tell for a Ren.
(10:57:44 PM) LtCmdrBusard: I see.
(10:57:52 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Goes back to reading her scans.::
(10:57:59 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Do you have any victims here?
(10:58:08 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> ::leads them into a lab, with everything a doctor might want, complete with a victim on a table::
(10:58:13 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> Right here, doctor.
(10:58:51 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: does a medi scan ::
(10:59:29 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> The medical equipment on hand is, compared to Atlantis's, primitive. On par with 22nd century Earth technology, at least.
(11:00:12 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Victim> ::is dead::
(11:00:16 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Nothing conclusive here,except they are dead.
(11:00:33 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> ::sardonically:: That much we knew.
(11:00:45 PM) TKirr: ::peers at the equipment curiously::
(11:01:14 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: prepares to take some samples :: I may have to move back to our lab for further studies.
(11:02:06 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> Please, remain here if possible. Our doctors would love to observe your work.
(11:02:37 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Does your culture have any rules against me studying this victim?
(11:02:45 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Examines the equipment from afar. Maybe she can make some modifications::
(11:02:52 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> Not at all.
(11:03:25 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Good, good. :: looks for a likely place to do 'things' ::
(11:03:39 PM) MajDougMcKnight: I'd definitely have to recommend personally stay down here for now. Without knowing how this is spread, we have no way of knowing whether or not we've already been exposed. As of this moment, we're all security hazards.
(11:04:17 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I'll do what I can here.
(11:04:43 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> Thank you, doctor.
(11:04:53 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: You all going to hang around and watch? Its probably not going to be pretty.
(11:05:24 PM) TKirr: ::looks to McKnight, then Carre:: We can wait outside.
(11:05:27 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ren doctors> ::looking on with interest::
(11:06:04 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Yeah...I'm not much of an organs person anyway. ::Looks to Jesren:: Maybe you can show us where the outbreak first showed up?
(11:06:42 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> That is a bit of a distance from here, and I prefer to observe Dr. Carre's work myself. You all may wait outside if you wish.
(11:07:31 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Shrugs:: I'm obviously no doctor, doctor. But I DO have field medic training with a fair bit of practical experience if you need someone to...stick around and hand you stuff.
(11:07:57 PM) MajDougMcKnight: That, and I'm a couple wars too late to avoid seeing exposed organs.
(11:08:06 PM) TKirr: McKnight, come with me.
(11:08:32 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: sets up the portable bio-shield ::
(11:08:43 PM) TKirr: ::glances at the victim:: We'll take a look around, if that's all right?
(11:09:12 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Looks at the two:: Should...I stick around here, then, ma'am?
(11:09:27 PM) TKirr: Both of you. I wish to speak with you.
(11:09:33 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Oh. Right.
(11:09:40 PM) TKirr: ::to Carre:: Keep me informed of any progress.
(11:09:58 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> ::looking on with interest::
(11:10:02 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Will do.
(11:10:10 PM) TKirr: ::walks out with McKnight and Busard::
(11:10:20 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Walking out with T'Kirr::
(11:10:43 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pulls out her medical tray with equipment ::
(11:11:01 PM) TKirr: ::now in the sunlight, looking around:: Perhaps we can scan from Atlantis for any abnormal readings nearby.
(11:11:02 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> Some fascinating technology you have there.
(11:12:02 PM) MajDougMcKnight: You didn't pick anything up when we got here?
(11:12:09 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: You're sure you want to watch? Hes not related or anything?
(11:12:27 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: lifts her exoscalpel ::
(11:12:28 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> No, never met the man.
(11:13:04 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Alright. :: makes the first pass with the LS ::
(11:13:04 PM) TKirr: No, but I wasn't doing a full battery of detailed scans. I had no reason to.
(11:13:50 PM) TKirr: ::to McKnight:: Have you detected anything suspicious, Major?
(11:14:01 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> ::looks on::
(11:14:27 PM) MajDougMcKnight: That Jesren guy kinda gives me the creeps.
(11:14:51 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: opens things up ::
(11:15:06 PM) TKirr: ::nods:: What about Uiren? They are somewhat... reptilian. It could just be the way of their species.
(11:15:21 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> ::points:: Those are our species' lungs.
(11:16:33 PM) TKirr: ::pops open her tricorder and looks around::
(11:16:34 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: glances at Jesren :: you have some medical knowledge then?
(11:16:35 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ...Actually, I was more referring to how eager he seemed to keep Carre down here. And professional curiosity is one thing, but especially given that she'd just told him she hadn't found anything, I've never seen anyone that eager
(11:16:48 PM) MajDougMcKnight: to watch an autopsy.
(11:16:49 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> I am a doctor as well.
(11:17:26 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Uses the medi-scan to evaluate organ samples ::
(11:18:00 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Yes, I'd noticed that as well. I mean, he MIGHT just be a little obsessed with his occupation, but he also seemed slightly unwilling to actually help us, which seems odd with the whole plague thing.
(11:18:02 PM) TKirr: Doctors are doctors. Perhaps he's xenophobic and doesn't want a Ren beamed off his planet.
(11:18:31 PM) MajDougMcKnight: A xenophobe who wants to keep an offworlder alien close at hand on his planet?
(11:18:35 PM) TKirr: They also were expecting a research team. Perhaps they are just disappointed with the Federation in general.
(11:18:52 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: compares the data to what is in the federation database ::
(11:19:34 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: You just keep stumbling onto bodies? No clue what is causing this?
(11:19:39 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Perhaps. In any case, perhaps we should try to talk to other locals? And scan the environment, obviously.
(11:20:26 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> Aside from some of them clutching at their throats like they're trying to breathe, no..
(11:21:11 PM) TKirr: Agreed. I'm also picking up a cave system to the northwest. Jesren said it wasn't too far from here, the origin point. Maybe the scans had trouble penetrating them.
(11:21:43 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Their throats?
(11:21:45 PM) LtCmdrBusard: It's certainly possible
(11:22:03 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: thinks thats a bit odd and ponders ::
(11:22:28 PM) TKirr: ::to McKnight:: What do you want to do?
(11:23:00 PM) MajDougMcKnight: We should really try to find out first if these deaths have any one particular region in common. This could be...I dunno, contamination of a local water source, maybe even some kind of exotic alien food poisoning.
(11:23:23 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Shrugs:: Hell, it's not like they've given us any figures. We don't even have enough data to rule out murder.
(11:23:49 PM) TKirr: ::nods:: Let's get the data from Jesren and get to work.
(11:24:21 PM) TKirr: ::leads them back in::
(11:24:29 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Had they been eating or drinking anything unusual?
(11:24:32 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Follows::
(11:25:10 PM) TKirr: ::approaches Jesren::
(11:25:25 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> Not that we can tell. ::looks at T'Kirr:: What can I do for you?
(11:26:04 PM) TKirr: May we have access to all of your files concerning these deaths? Locations, numbers, symptoms?
(11:26:15 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Oh, certainly. ::gestures to an assistant:: He'll get it for you.
(11:26:30 PM) TKirr: Assistant> ::runs off and returns shortly with a prepared packet::
(11:26:51 PM) TKirr: ::takes the folder:: Thank you.
(11:26:59 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: examines the mouth/throat, doesnt notice anything unusual ::
(11:27:08 PM) TKirr: ::opens it up and passes some to Busard and McKnight::
(11:27:29 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Takes her section and examines it closely, eyes narrowed::
(11:27:52 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: How long has this victim been deceased?
(11:28:09 PM) TKirr: ACTION> The information includes locations of bodies found, including the cave system nearby among many planetwide, a listing of names of the dead, and symptoms so far described by Jesren to Carre.
(11:28:11 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> ::scans the body with a tool that looks like a playskool version of a tricorder:: About a week.
(11:29:26 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Glances over some of his sheets briefly before shooting a look up to Jesren:: By the way, I doubt you need to feel disappointed that we didn't have a research ship in range. Atlantis is the flag ship of the Federation presence in
(11:29:29 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I'm not seeing anything unusual, not that I'm that familiar with your physiology.
(11:29:52 PM) MajDougMcKnight: this region of the galaxy. That makes our medical staff some of the most sought after in the quadrant.
(11:30:09 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> Is that a fact? Well, thank you, that is good to know.
(11:30:35 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Maintains his gaze a moment longer before simply nodding and going back to the reports::
(11:30:46 PM) MajDougMcKnight: (BRB)
(11:31:13 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: attaches a probe to the medi-corder and examines the throat area internally ::
(11:31:22 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Notes the bit about the cave systems, and gestures to it as she looks to T'Kirr:: Perhaps we should start there, then?
(11:31:49 PM) TKirr: I want to do a more detailed scan with Atlantis' sensors. ::to Busard:: Do you and McKnight want to check into the cave system? Perhaps take a beacon with you to enhance my scans.
(11:32:28 PM) LtCmdrBusard: ::Nods:: Of course.
(11:32:46 PM) TKirr: ::looks to McKnight::
(11:35:31 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Jesren I'm not finding anything unusual here, samples are fine, no contusions, abrasions as far as i can tell he shouldnt be dead.
(11:35:48 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Jesren> It would appear that he disagrees.
(11:37:25 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:37:27 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:37:28 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:37:30 PM) MajDougMcKnight: I've already gone on record with my recommendation regarding...never mind.
(11:37:39 PM) TKirr: Lol... there he is.
(11:37:43 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Hi honey!
(11:37:45 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :-P
(11:37:47 PM) MajDougMcKnight: I DID say BRB.
(11:37:55 PM) TKirr: Aye. =/
(11:37:56 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Bwhahaha...you guys are going to da caves!
(11:38:08 PM) TKirr: Log it. =P Percy's got the details.
(11:38:21 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Hooray details. And stuff.
(11:38:28 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Stuff!
(11:38:29 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Details!
(11:38:33 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Pants?
(11:38:36 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Sheeps?
(11:40:01 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Good exposition to the plot at hand tonight.
(11:40:16 PM) TKirr: What... sheeps?
(11:40:29 PM) LtCmdrBusard: I knew it! The sheeps made everyone sick.
(11:40:35 PM) TKirr: O_O
(11:40:35 PM) LtCmdrBusard: CASE SOLVED
(11:40:49 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Contaminated wool!
(11:41:28 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I got to use the laser scalpel, but I had to play with dead guy guts.
(11:41:53 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Isn't that all the fun, though?
(11:42:07 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: You guys sure do get a lot of dead people. ::vows to change professions to mortician ::
(11:42:38 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: At least they're guts of a species you've never seen before!
(11:43:05 PM) TKirr: lol... ew.
(11:43:07 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: True. But if I was a mortician Nolan could do make-up!
(11:43:16 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Which makes it fun AND educational.
(11:43:29 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Also, now I'm picturing a reptilian humanoid with clown makeup.
(11:43:37 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Hahaha
(11:43:49 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: ...but its a REALLY nice casket.
(11:44:22 PM) TKirr: >_>
(11:44:38 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Okay now I have to go scrub reptile guts off my hands. *shudders*
(11:44:53 PM) TKirr: They don't look THAT reptilian, lol
(11:45:12 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: You didnt see what he'd been eating!
(11:45:27 PM) TKirr: ....big fat lab mice?
(11:45:29 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Careful, is that instestine on your forehead?
(11:45:31 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Was it babies? I'll bet it was babies.
(11:45:39 PM) LtCmdrBusard: CANCEROUS babies.
(11:46:15 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: You'll have to wait and see wont you? :: nods ::
(11:47:00 PM) LtCmdrBusard: OH
(11:47:03 PM) LtCmdrBusard: And announcement.
(11:47:30 PM) LtCmdrBusard: I'm moving on Monday, so there's a possibility that I might either not be there for game next week or be mooching off of Mike's computer.
(11:47:45 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Hey, there's that same chance I might not make it, but I should. Also moving on Friday.
(11:48:01 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Woohoo! Go team Moving!
(11:48:04 PM) TKirr: That's okay, you're useless next sim anyways.
(11:48:11 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Gypsies!
(11:48:12 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: :(
(11:48:29 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I think I've lived here for 25 years.
(11:48:34 PM) TKirr: Oh not you, Busard. =P
(11:48:41 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Yeah...I was gonna say...
(11:48:50 PM) LtCmdrBusard: And by say, I mean cry...
(11:49:18 PM) TKirr: Congrats on moving, it sucks though doesn't it =/
(11:49:28 PM) TKirr: Sucks until you're done, then you're like, YAY!
(11:49:29 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Yeah :(
(11:49:31 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Right, I think I'm gonna go find a movie or something. Night, folks.
(11:49:37 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Night
(11:49:43 PM) LtCmdrBusard: 'Night!
(11:49:44 PM) TKirr: Night, thanks for simmin'. =)
(11:49:59 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I'm going to go wash my hands for reals now.
(11:49:59 PM) MajDougMcKnight left the room.
(11:50:00 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Night!
(11:50:10 PM) DrRoxanneCarre left the room.
(11:50:14 PM) LtCmdrBusard: I'm going to go finish frosting a cake. :-D
(11:50:22 PM) TKirr left the room.
(11:50:51 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Night!