Daily Logs 10-15-14

I. Retcon: Shir surprises Lev with his return
II. Rorin finds a private corner for Kelsey
III. Leslie finds Joe is having a bad, bad day
IV. Molly and Morgan agree to be movie buddies



I.



II.
Rorin: *wandering restlessly around the cargo bay after exiting an "emergency bathroom"; there was a mirror in there .___.* *his skin is covered with patches of scales: the sides of his face over ears cheeks and eyes, down his neck, all over his torso and down his arms and legs; his hands are mostly scaly already and his finger nails turned into sharp pointy claws; also the white parts of his eyes appear greenish (a bit like an icterus, only in green)* *what's worst for him aside from the horrid appearance is that his teeth are hurting badly, especially his canines, but it's actually just all of them*
Kelsey: *has taken to walking barefoot because her toenails have become claws and puncture her shoes anyway, so she can't really walk without making a "clack, clack" sound against the floor* *her entire back is covered in scales (not that anyone would notice), and her spine has begun to form bone spurs that poke bumps in her skin. Her neck is covered, as well, and her face will soon be like that, but at the moment is just showing patches of rough skin* *she keeps her arms folded across her chest protectively, and is walking carefully to find a place to curl up and be miserable by herself*
Rorin: *hears the “clack, clack” sound and looks around, welcoming the distraction* …! *notices Kelsey and walks towards her* Ah, hi. *doesn't even try to smile today, it wouldn't come to him anyway; doesn't feel sick, but stressed instead*
Kelsey: *!!!* *shies away from him, keeping her head down* Hi.
Rorin: Eh, apologies. Did I startle you? *stops where he is, doesn't come any closer*
Kelsey: Yes, no. *I'm hideous, stay away* You didn't.
Rorin: *nods slowly* Would you mind if I kept you company for a little while? *pause* Also, there's a niche over there, between the cargo. If you haven't seen it yet. *strangely, being alone in that niche and away from most everyone sounds incredibly tempting today...* *most of the cargo is probably gone, but there are still the supplies which are needed for the quarantine, I suppose*
Webb: *has claimed territory over a corner, moved a cot over there, and spends most of his time trying to work his PADD with claws and making swiping motions at anyone who approaches*
Kelsey: *looks, seeing the "over there"* How did you know?
Rorin: About the niche? Eh, I sat there for a while, it's quite nice. Then I got up in need for a mirror. *wasn't his wisest choice ever, but who says that was intended anyway*
Kelsey: I can sum that up for you: You look different. *she meant how did he know that was what she was looking for, but details*
Rorin: *that was the other option: he assumed it, because she cherishes her privacy* I do. *sighs* Very. *I don't like it* Eh, so would you like to come along? I could walk you over and then leave you alone. Today, I understand the need for privacy.
Kelsey: *nods* Yes, please. *that's about as much interaction as she can handle, anyway*
Rorin: You're welcome. *sounding polite all along, but a bit jittery* *starts walking* It's good to see you, the circumstances aside.
Kelsey: *keeps her distance, but walks with him* I do not know if I can say the same.
Rorin: *doesn't look at her, she hid her face earlier so perhaps she'd mind the look-- understandable; looking in that mirror was a bad idea but he'd do it again* Ah, because you'd prefer to not see anyone?
Kelsey: Yes. And prefer them not to see me. *so insecure*
Rorin: I see. *nods* Hmm. Perhaps you could have some sort of curtain around your bed. If you like, I could ask for a curtain, unspecifically. *not because she can't, but because he needs things to do; otherwise his teeth might kill him*
Kelsey: *glances up at him* Would you? That would be very nice.
Rorin: *smiles briefly, it's faint and quick but has a tiny bit of his normal self in it* Of course. I can go right away.
Kelsey: *yes* Eh, no, you can stay if you want. I do not mean to shove you away.
Rorin: Don't worry about it. Actually I am quite restless. Walking around and having something to do is good for me at the moment.
Kelsey: *sideglances* Are you well? *besides the part where you're covered in scales*
Rorin: Eh, well. No. *touches his mouth with his clawed fingertips* My teeth started aching and it's making me nervous. I suppose they're changing. *.__.*
Kelsey: Oh. *makes a face* I hope for you that they do not do so. That could not be pleasant.
Rorin: *nods * Thank you. *drops his arm* I don't even eat meat. You'd think my body is aware of that.
Kelsey: *slight grin, picks her head up* Your body disregards your desire for skin, why would it remember that you do not eat meat?
Rorin: *raises a brow, sort of amused* My mistake. Well, as long as the urge to eat it anyway doesn't occur, I'm okay enough. I might bite my tongue, though. *or pierce it o.O*
Kelsey: I cannot help with your tongue, but if I remember, I could maybe keep you from eating meat.
Rorin: *looks at her, small smile, sounding relieved* That'd be very helpful, thank you. *stops when they arrive at the niche he meant to show her*
Kelsey: Of course. If you would do the same for me, though? *looks at the niche* Ah, this is very nice. Thank you, Rorin.
Rorin: *nods* I would and you're welcome. If you need anything else, just let me know. *turns slightly, indicating that he's about to leave*
Kelsey:*nods* I will, thank you. *niche!*
Rorin: Thank you, too. *heads off, intending to find Kelsey a curtain for her cot*



III.
Leslie: *excessively frustrated with being in quarantine--she's not sick so /why/--is pacing around the area of not-yet-infected individuals restlessly*
Joseph: *is washing his face in the bathroom that was set up in the quarantine area, exhausted and a bit bored since he's been stuck in quarantine as well* *pauses when he sees something that /should not be there/ on his wrist* *Oh shit...* *looks in one of the mirrors and sees that there are greenish-brown scales just starting to creep up the right side his face, and sneaking around his right eye, which is turning yellow* Oh no.... *panic starts to set in* Oh SHIT! *voice goes up a few octaves*
Leslie: *Well, she's not going to go into a bathroom to see what the yelling's about because it can only be for like three things and she doesn't want to know until the yeller comes out* *so she stops pacing and waits patiently, watching the door from which the loud sounds are emanating*
Joseph: *exits the bathroom, checking his forearms over* *panic panic panic ohshitthisisnotgoodscared* *doesn't realize that people may be (and probably are) staring* *is scared*
Leslie: *new person* *this will be fun* *steps over, hands behind her back* Ensign, what is so disturbing that you have to alert the entire ship?
Joseph: *jumps* *craaap* *looks up* S-sorry... *voice is a tad higher-pitched than usual* I think...I'm turning into a lizard. *holds up his hand, where the scales can be seen* Er...Ma'am.
Leslie: It's Sir. Roll up your sleeve, if you please.
Joseph: S-sorry, Sir. *does so, and there's patches of scales going up along his arm*
Leslie: *looks at his arm* Congratulations, Dover, you've been infected.
Joseph: *yeah, got that* Well...that's bad. *Captain Obvious, right here*
Leslie: I would say that's an astute assessment. You should probably move to the other area of quarantine. Do you require assistance?
Joseph: I...I should be fine, Sir. *is still scared, though the initial panic attack has subsided* *under his breath* Dammit....
Leslie: *raises an eyebrow* Is there something you wanted to say, Ensign?
Joseph: *oops* Nothing, Sir. Sorry.... *looks off to the side, sheepish and a bit nervous*
Leslie: *new people* *so easy to intimidate* Look at me, Ensign.
Joseph: *looks up* Er...yes? Sir? *yes, is intimidated*
Leslie: You're going to be fine, understood? There's no need to panic, especially in the other area. You're a doctor and a panicking doctor is bad for morale. Is that clear?
Joseph: *knows she's right, being stupid* *nods, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes to calm down* *okay, calmer, reopens eyes* Understood, Sir. *still has a hand on the scaly arm*
Leslie: Are you all right?
Joseph: Well, I'd be lying if I said I was 100% okay....
Leslie: *resists rolling her eyes* Sense of impending doom due to your mutated arm aside, are you all right?
Joseph: *hesitant nod* Yes, I'm fine. I don't feel like puking *much* at the moment, at least.
Leslie: *that was not what she meant* Okay. Your symptoms aren't that progressed, so you've probably only been infected for a day or two. Try not to worry; you'll just have a shorter recovery time when we find the cure. *smiles encouragingly at him*
Joseph: *nervous smile in return* Yeah, I...guess... *remembers even more what Gyles is turning into* *suppresses a shudder*
Leslie: Good. You had probably better get moving.
Joseph: Right. *nod* *still a bit nervous, but not as much as when he initially saw the scales* *goes to get his things from the cot he's been using*
Leslie: *watches him, keeping an eye for any remaining signs of panic or other ''oh shit'' moments* *stupid ensigns always panicking at bad times*
Joseph: *has gathered his things* *as he's heading to the full quarantine area* Um...Sir...? Are you sure we'll find a cure for this soon? *even though he was telling that same thing to Gyles yesterday, but yesterday he was only itchy and feeling weird* *I don't want to be a lizard!*
Leslie: Ensign, we've had Sciences working on it for two days now. Of course we'll find a cure soon. We've dealt with much worse, I assure you.
Joseph: *small smile* Right. *nods* *And so I've heard....* I'll be looking forward to...not being scaly. Sir.
Leslie: *smiles back at him* *doesn't quite reach her eyes but she's trying to be encouraging, not honest here* I am sure you will, Ensign.
Joseph: *as will probably everyone who's got scales by now* *nod* I'll keep doing what I can, even sick. For as long as possible, at least. Sir. *if he's allowed*
Leslie: That would be appreciated, Dover.
Joseph: *nods* Sir. *heads over to the full quarantine area* *Oh, this is going to be fun....*
Leslie: *lets out a sigh and resumes pacing* *Sick Ensign just made her day worse* *wants to pull a Zef and curl up somewhere* *maybe make The Noise*
Joseph: *his day isn't much better* *but has tissue and blood samples to get done, on himself*



IV.
Molly: *using the computer program on the Observation Deck, reading up on information from the planet they were just at, looking for any clues to their current situation since there's not much else she can do at the moment*
Morgan: *wanders into the O-Deck, looking down at a PADD in her hands and looking for somewhere quiet to work where there's not a bunch of people fretting about* *trying to analyze the dinosaur dna from the samples they have to see how it compares to the virus and whether or not the virus was transmitted from the animals*
Molly: *puts the program on mute with a swipe of her hand and turns* Morgan, hey.
Morgan: *looks up, startled, and then gives Molly a weary smile* Hey Molly. Sorry, am I interrupting you?
Molly: No, just doing some research. I can keep it on mute if you'd like to work here.
Morgan: *waves a hand vaguely* Nah, it won't bother me. Thanks though. You're not sick then? *peers at her, giving her a once over*
Molly: *shakes her head* I'm not showing any symptoms and I've been checked over.
Morgan: *looks relieved* Good. This thing is nasty. *shakes head wearily* I hate sicknesses. *makes a bleh face*
Molly: We've had our fair share here. *mostly thinking of the replicator poison one that led to the alien pirate takeover of the ship* *good times* I'm sure Medical and Sciences will figure it out.
Morgan: We're making headway, so far as I know, but it's slow going. I just hope it's a progressive symbiotic mutation and not something that will be, er, fatal. *winces*
Molly: How bad does everyone look? *doesn't think she'd be allowed anywhere near quarantine so isn't even going to try, despite morbid curiosity*
Morgan: *has been in and out to take samples, since she's a biologist and knows enough about the stuff to help at least do that* Uh, not... great? They're kind of scaly.
Molly: What do you think? Mutation, or fatal?
Morgan: So far it looks like a mutation, though it kind of depends on how long it takes the virus to mutate the autoimmune system and tells the body to stop attacking the viral cells. If it takes too long the fever could kill, but so far it seems to be self sustaining. *shrug* Hopefully we'll have a cure before we have to find out.
Molly: *lets out a long breath, looking a little worried, and then glances back at the screen where the planet's information still glows faintly* Hopefully.
Morgan: *shrugs again, optimism kicking in* We'll be fine. The docs are brilliant, they'll figure it out soon. But you've been alright then? I haven't seen you in a while.
Molly: Contrary to popular belief, we actually do more than forward messages in Comms. *only a half-smile because that's a stereotype that plagues her* So I've been keeping busy.
Morgan: *laughs, looking less tired for it* I doubt they'd need an entire complex department for just forwarding messages. *curious* So what do you do, on a regular day? I mean I know the general stuff that Comms does, but what's the most interesting to you?
Molly: I like doing the administrative stuff, which is good because I have a lot of it. But besides that I'd have to say working with software, and trying to learn as much as I can about hardware. There was a lot that I learned as a kid and in the Academy that I could /do/ but I never really learned /how./ I just sort of did it. And it's nice to be able to solidify knowledge.
Morgan: *looks pleased with this information* That's cool! I have zero skills with hardware. Or software really. It's cool that you get to work with that kind of stuff. *very different from anomalies and biology*
Molly: *leaves the program paused and retreats to a couch to sit, leaning back* Well, it's not like I would have any idea what to do in a lab. Everybody's got their thing.
Morgan: I just think it's neat, s'all. *sits as well* Do you need me to stop bothering you? Work things?
Molly: No, I don't mind the company. Actually it's good. I've been kind of solitary lately.
Morgan: *nods* Yeah, me too, actually. Work's been keeping me too busy for social things. Dinosaurs involved a lot of sample analysis. *makes a face as if she didn't enjoy every minute of it*
Molly: *glances over at Morgan* Do you like movies by any chance?
Morgan: *grins* I love them! Anything but horror, I'm a total baby when it comes to horror movies.
Molly: I feel like movies are better when they're shared, and I haven't had anyone to watch movies with lately. Do you want to be my movie buddy?
Morgan: *oh that's exciting! movie friend!* Sure! What kinda movies do you like?
Molly: *looks faintly embarrassed* I kind of like action movies where you don't have to think about anything for a couple hours and the good guys always win.
Morgan: *laughs* Sounds like the easy version of our life. I like those too. *blushes* Along with, y'know, rom coms and stuff. But we don't have to watch those. *blushes harder* *such a sap* *predictably*
Molly: *wrinkles her nose* Not such a big fan of romances at the moment. Sorry.
Morgan: *sympathetic grimace* Totally understandable. Action movies are good though.
Molly: I'll message you, then. I usually watch them in a rec room.
Morgan: *smiles widely* Awesome! I'm excited now, I haven't done anything relaxing and not work related in at least decades.
Molly: It probably won't be this week, but as soon as we're not in the midst of a crisis I'll pick something out.
Morgan: Works for me. Until I get all this data analyzed I won't have time for anything, so.
Molly: Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to distract you.
Morgan: No, no, it's good for me to take a break. Besides, I'm the one that came in and distracted /you/.
Molly: Have you gotten to play with this program yet? *gestures to the Albedo program still up on the viewscreen*
Morgan: *shakes head, curious* What's it do?
Molly: *steps back up to the program and un-mutes it, so it continues reading off the information on their most recent planet in a slow, soothing voice* For studying or viewing data. *swipes a few screens across and brings up a ship's-eye view of the planet, zooming in and around so Morgan can watch*
Morgan: *staaars in her eyes* Oh my gooood this is amazing.
Molly: Seriously no one's showed you this before? Erik did half his dissertation up here. Want to try? *steps back*
Morgan: *steps forward immediately and begins trying everything* Noo I didn't know this existed. It's amazing. **
Molly: *goes back to the couch to watch her have fun* I guess it's not exactly something we tell everyone on the ship exists. It got installed a few years ago.
Morgan: *looks briefly betrayed before going back to delight* This has been here the whole time? It's amazing.
Molly: Well, maybe it's good not everyone knows about it. I'd hate to come up here to use it and have tons of people in line already. Our secret, okay?
Morgan: Scout's honor. What're the Comm applications for this? It seems obvious to use it as a science reference or maybe for tactical or something, but I'm sure it can be useful for anyone...
Molly: *joins her at the window* Do you mind? *if she takes over*
Morgan: *shakes head, stepping back* Go for it. You were here first, after all. *grin*
Molly: *swipes them out of that area and takes them into a languages section, opening up a file of Xindi, an insectoid language that's extremely difficult to pronounce with the human tongue* *taps something and the voice starts working through pronunciations, explaining mouth movements, and showing the language and translations and related biological and cultural information all at once*
Morgan: *watches with wide eyes* I can see how that might be helpful. *so amaze*
Molly: *takes them back to the languages main menu and pulls up a different language, the voice starts to explain grammar rules and the screen follows along* And that's just xenolinguistics, it also has information on all of our software and hardware stuff, cultural information on everything we'd ever need for diplomatic processes, *pauses to swipe the mute* so in short, we can use it for almost everything.
Morgan: *awed* Who /designed/ this? It's incredible! It's like a digital, interactive encyclopedia on everything. *wide eyes*
Molly: *gets back to the main menu and steps back* You know, I don't remember.
Morgan: I bet it could tell me. I bet it's smarter than I am.
Molly: I bet it's smarter than everyone.
Morgan: Motion to overthrow Starfleet and elect this program as our new leader.
Molly: I don't think electing a computer program would be the best plan ever.
Morgan: I bet it could run the probability on how great a plan it is. Which is 100% by the way. It is the best plan.
Molly: You didn't even run that probability you just made that up.
Morgan: *grinning* Shhhhh no I'm right.
Molly: *rolls her eyes* Okay Morgan, whatever you say.
Morgan: Heh. *messes with the program for a few minutes more* I guess I should let you keep using it to work and stuff.
Molly: *shakes her head* I wasn't doing work, it's fine.
Morgan: Oh. Research stuff?
Molly: Just reading up on the planet to see if there's any details that stuck out. Probably useless, I don't know anything about diseases.
Morgan: Not a bad idea actually. Could have something useful in it.
Molly: Not that I'd see it even if it was there. You're better off checking out the information. *couch time*
Morgan: I can take a look at it later, but I'm no disease expert either. *shrugs* But I can try.
Molly: Well, someone should utilize this resource in /some/ way. *rubs her eyes* I think I'm gonna go try to get some sleep.
Morgan: *smiles at her* Sounds like a good idea. I'll hang out here and look over this info for a while, see if I can find anything. Thanks for telling me about it. *^^*
Molly: Remember, our secret. I don't want a bunch of ensigns tromping up here to gawk.
Morgan: Of course. I'll keep quiet about it, no worries. Have a good night, Molly. *smile*
Molly: Goodnight Morgan. *picks herself up from the couch one last time and heads out*
Morgan: *turns back to the program and starts looking through the data on the planet for anything that might be relevant*