Daily Logs 10-16-14

I. Leslie and T'Pah discuss the virus
II. Harmonie pats Zef
III. Brady and Naara aren't having the best of times with this



I.
Leslie: *has put on appropriate infection-guarding equipment, like a mask or something idk, and is going around the infected area of quarantine checking on people and stuff*
T’Pah: *has meditated a lot, or tried to, since they were contained in the cargo bay, and walked around, but mainly left people alone unless they wanted something or there was something for her to help out with* *there are others, infected and doctors, running around supporting suffering officers and emotional support is not exactly her area of expertise, anyway* *is walking around now, too, in a slow pace and with her scaly arms clasped behind her back and a few scales lining her neck and face like Trill spots* *approaches Leslie when she sees her, wearing her command uniform*
Leslie: *notices approach of dino Vulcan. That can only mean she wants to talk, so may as well give her attention* Lieutenant T'Pah.
T’Pah: *nods* Lieutenant Harrison. *de-clasps her hands, which show sturdier underarms and fingers that slowly turn short, knobbly and will eventually be unable to grab* Can I have a moment of your time? *not a minute. It is highly unlikely that it will be exactly one minute*
Leslie: *nods back*Certainly. What do you require?
T’Pah: I require your estimation as a doctor: I was contemplating to ask the medical stuff for nasal numbing agents *since hers are in her quarters, where she didn’t pass by before following the Chief Medical Officer’s announcement*. However, with the current rate of mutations in my body, I am uncertain as to if it would likely affect it negatively.
Leslie: *oh, yes, that problem* *takes in a breath, thinking* Well, it wouldn't hurt to try them. I don't know how they would react, given your condition, to be perfectly honest, but at this point I think that maybe comfort may trump what is normally medically correct. *runs a hand through her hair* If, perhaps you're uncomfortable with that assessment, maybe accommodations can be found for you separate from everyone else?
T’Pah: *thinks this over for a few seconds and nods, wondering if it is only her imagination or if her mind is turning slower somehow along with these mutations* I have been confined to an area with this crew in absence of my nasal numbing agents, before. I believe I will be able to proceed without them, it might even give us interesting results as to how the olfactory sense is affected. But I will keep your offer in mind. *just in case it becomes unbearable, also with the mind-clouding… is it even dizziness?... going on*
Leslie: *that answer was a lot...less decisive than usual from T'Pah?* So then you don't want the numbing agents?
T’Pah: *shakes her head* No.
Leslie: Then what do you want me to do? *what was the purpose of this interaction if you don't want your agents* *help me understand, dino Vulcan*
T’Pah: *blinks* I asked for your evaluation as a doctor. You said you were uncertain as to how they would react, and I decided not to take the risk of having them affecting me in a negative way. You have already done what I asked you for.
Leslie: Oh, I see. I'm sorry; I misunderstood.
T’Pah: *tilts her head a bit* I may be hard to understand. *puts one hand to her temple and presses her eyes together shortly* It appears to me as if my mind does not operate as smoothly as usual. I experience a certain dullness. It is hard to concentrate.
Leslie: *oh dear* That is something I should be aware of. When did you first notice this?
T’Pah: It is a slinking condition. *takes a moment to contemplate* I experienced slight apathy approximately since the rash appeared, and it has become increasingly harder to concentrate on my meditation exercises. It is, however, hard to compare my meditation success to my usual standards, seeing how my condition, physical and environmental, has drastically changed.
Leslie: I would say that is accurate. *wants to ask more questions but they border on personal how ask Vulcan deep important Vulcan questions*
T’Pah: *waits for a short moment, and when Leslie doesn’t proceed to talk, speaks* Are there any news or details about our condition that we have not yet made aware of?
Leslie: I think you've been informed of everything, but if you don't feel that way, I would be happy to answer any questions that you may have.
T’Pah: *nods, and tries to think of something that makes sense* Has there been any current progress towards a cure?
Leslie: As of yesterday, there was not. I have not yet received an update for today.
T’Pah: I understand.
Leslie: Is there anything else you would like to know?
T’Pah: Indeed, there is. Have science and medical made any progress in detecting the virus before, and independent of, a person showing symptoms?
Leslie: *sighs* I've been doing some work on it, as, I suspect, others have as well, though having our staff depleted by quarantine makes it difficult to do so. Our first priority is finding a cure, and then eradicating the virus.
T’Pah: I second your priorities.
Leslie: I'm pleased you agree. *maybe a touch of sarcasm there* Do you think your diminished mental capabilities will affect your control? *there she said it*
T’Pah: *shrugs* I do not know. It is possible. It is possible as well, depending on how this virus affects and/or mutates my brain, that my Vulcan characteristics which are responsible for the need of my enhanced mental control will decrease. *short pause* I do not experience any strong emotions or aggressive urges or instincts to suppress at the moment.
Leslie: That is what I wanted to know, thank you.
T’Pah: *nods* Thank you for your time, doctor.
Leslie: Any time, Lieutenant.
T’Pah: *acknowledges with a nod, but doesn’t respond verbally and will go after a few more seconds unless held back*
Leslie: *doesn't hold her back* *has shit to do*



II.
Zef: *by now his iris has turned into a green/yellow color and he's almost color blind; on his chest larger scales started to form a V-like structure from his collar bones to belly; skin color is turning grayish all over his body (except for parts of his face, neck, arms and legs); since yesterday he's got a fever and chills* *convinces himself to get up from his cot (probably while Terry's still gone doing that "check people" thing); wrapped in a blanket, walks around looking for an unoccupied "emergency bathroom"*
Harmonie: *Also walking around, cocking her head as she tries to get used to her own reptilian eyes. The infection has left her completely bald, her head now covered by a spiky mess of half-formed red and orange feathers, with rust-coloured scales developing from her "hairline" down,* *Spots Zef and slinks over* Hey! You alright? *A blackening and thinning tongue peeks out between her thankfully normal teeth as she talks, seeming slightly forked*
Zef: Erm. *takes a moment, yes, this is Harmonie... weird* Well. Aside from the obvious, I'm looking for the bathroom. I swear, I won't break it. *unsmiling, but joking anyway*
Harmonie: *Raises hands, still mostly normal, but a few scales* Didn't suggest you would. *Soft smile* Not feeling too good?
Zef: *slight headshake, raises a brow, ghost of a smile* Not really. I mean, are you feeling okay? *is anyone?*
Harmonie: *Awkward* Well... Yeah. But I don't have it nearly as bad as you do.
Zef: *life's so hard* I'm feeling sick, but that's better than all the itching. That stopped. *nodnod* Did you have that, too?
Harmonie: *Raises eyebrow, which she still has, thankfully* Zef, all my hair fell out and feathers erupted from my head. /Of course/ I had the itching. *Shrugs* Kinda glad the feathers grew in the end; hides all the scratch marks.
Zef: Oh. *pause* 'Of course', well, I thought it's different for everyone? *though he got most of the information from medical personnel, not from other patients because well, he hasn't talked with many other patients at all*
Harmonie: *Laughs, coughs, then continues to laugh* Well, you are turning into a Cardassian, and i'm turning into a hummingbird. I think "different" miiiiiight be an understatement!
Zef: *tired brief grin* A hummingbird. So are you... colorful? *strangely curious about the thing with the colors, but feeling like it should shock him or at least worry him some more*
Harmonie: Nope. I'm a little ball of feathers and I cant' sit still^^ *Doesn't realise he can't see colours, thinks he's just asking "How're you like a hummingbird"?*
Zef: While I basically sleep all day. Well, not now, obviously. *noo really!... blame it on the tired brain* Because of that free shower. Want to walk around with me? *and go on the long difficult journey together*
Harmonie: *Fails to control tongue* Ssssssssure!
Zef: *can't help it but looks at her tongue if he can see it; moves his own briefly inside his mouth to make sure that it's still normal* Okay. *sluggishly starts walking* Can you... eat with that tongue? Or taste?
Harmonie: *Saddened, follows* Not really. It just makes me say things stupidly and look like i'm being posessed by Satan.
Zef: *pulls his blanket some more over his shoulders* That's what we're all looking like, actually. My eyes are changing, I mean, that doesn't make me say things stupidly but if I go blind, I'm probably going to /do/ stupid things soon. *o_o*
Harmonie: *Sympathetic* Aww... Don't worry, that's what friends are for.
Zef: *slight smile, nodnods* Well, I'd still rather see what's going on. And I'd have to touch everything...  Unless I gain some kind of, I don't know, echolocation?
Harmonie: *Amazed* Dinosaurs could do that? *Yep, really is that silly*
Zef: *slight shrug and headshake* No idea, really. It's not as if anyone /really/ knows what's going on. *pause* Mhh, maybe, before I go back to my cot, I could ask someone for news. Maybe they have news.
Harmonie: *Sighs* Don't think there's any news.
Zef: Well. *brief humorless smile* If they had found a cure, we'd know about it. But, I don't know, if there's no cure I'd kinda want to know how this might, erm, end. Or when. And stuff. *and the more they find out about virus and disease, the more accurate assumptions can be made...*
Harmonie: *Awkward* Well, it's a disease. We... *Doesn't want to say this* We either get better, or we... don't.
Zef: *glances at her* Well, yeah. *looks down, only halfway paying attention to where he's going* But maybe there isn't only one possible ending if we don't...
Harmonie: Y-yeah, I guess... *Don't be down, look to the bright side, don't be down*
Zef: Anyway, I don't mind any news, I think. It's still better than no news at all. *usually just goes by what the doctors say and doesn't ask may questions, but this situations is different and knowing as much as possible about it is Very Important; maybe he'd snap if he wasn't told anything*
Harmonie: *Fake smiles, because darn it dark thoughts go away!* Yeah, I guess...
Zef: *eyes her* Ermm, sorry. Guess I'm just really no optimist. *hesitatingly* You okay? *-ish*
Harmonie: *Sighs* I... I guess... *Pinches the bridge if her nose* No. No i'm not and I hate not being ok.
Zef: *sighs quietly* Yeah, it sucks. Like, really. *nodnods, pulls his blanket a little tighter around his partly scaly neck*
Harmonie: *A little frustrated* I mean i'm me! I don't do "not okay"! I do "Happy", "Fun" several shades of "Pretty Awesome", but "Not okay?" Bleh!
Zef: *ruefully* Oh... okay, sorry. I didn't mean to interfere with your 'no not okay'. *o__o;* Well, if that's what I did...
Harmonie: *Sighs, goes to pat him on the back* It's ok Zef, i'm just being whiny.
Zef: *is okay with being patted* Still, I'd talk about something else, but I can't think of anything. Y'know, not very creative right now. *if ever*
Harmonie: *Grins* You could compliment me on my lovely new hair^^
Zef: Well, I haven't seen anyone else with feathers. *perfect compliment*  And I guess they're even colorful, because I can actually see that they're colored. *not much better, if at all* *blame it all on his tired brain*
Harmonie: *Eyes widen* You can't see...? *Sympathy overload*
Zef: *ghost of a smile* I can see, just no colors. Well, not really. They're faded.
Harmonie: *Further patting is attempted*
Zef: *further patting is accepted* It's okay, I guess. Weird, but okay. I mean, it's just colors. *decreased eye/sight/ would be worse*
Harmonie: *Small smile* They're orange and red, by the way. I look like i'm in some kind of mardi gras parade!
Zef: Carnival, yeah? Well. *faint grin* That does sound like 'fun' or 'happy'.
Harmonie: *Grins* I guess. But I could do without the demon tongue and the scales.
Zef: Yeaahh, me too. We should have just left that virus on the planet where it belonged. *maybe, probably*
Harmonie: Definetly!
Zef: … do you think those dinosaurs were, I mean, you think they evolved because of that virus? *from whatever else lived there originally*
Harmonie: *Ok, that's deep...* I... I think the universe is a weird wacky place and it's best to just accept it sometimes.
Zef: I don't know. *rubs neck, clears throat* Just came to my mind. *spots a free 'emergency shower cabinet' nearby and speeds up a little, but just a little, feeling to exhausted to really hurry*
Harmonie: Maybe we can ask Science when this is all over?
Zef: Yeah, why not. If you know someone who'd want to explain. *stops at said shower* Okay, that's mine. *there, successfully claimed it*
Harmonie: *Grins* And this is the part where I go away?
Zef: Well. *slight grin* Yeah. *coughs* But I'll see you around, erm, probably. *though maybe in black and white next time*
Harmonie: Definetly. *Harmonie AWAY!*
Zef: *takes a long shower... which is weird with the scales, also gets lost in thoughts about pseudo-science and leaving Commanders, kinda, but is eventually done, goes find someone who he can ask for news and finally drops dead on his cot*



III.
Brady: *as it turns out probably should have had that persistent itch on her neck checked out sooner maybe than she wouldn't have found her self being locked down in quarantine*. *sitting all by her lonesome she runs her hand over the smooth plate like scales that began forming on various parts of her body*.
Naara: *Is, as usual for when she's confined to a sickbay, bored and prowling around. Said prowling is sadly literal as her back is  curved from the weight of flat plates that errupted from her spine a few days ago, and there's a small bump somewhere low down where a tail is forming. That, plus the claw-like hands and the reptilian teeth, doesn't exactly give her the most friendly of appearances* *Her wanderings bring her to where Brady is sat* Hey. You ok?
Brady: *has to resist the urge to recoil some as Naara comes in to her field of vision. aside from the fact the lot of them have made the transition to walking side sow. she has yet to get the hang of the hazy detail lacking vision that's comes with the offputting mutation package* Wh-Oh..I-I'm fine *She's lying through her now much sharper teeth, having spit out her molars sometime yesterday*.
Naara: Brady, right? *Has only seen her around vaguely... and normally Brady doesn't have scales*
Brady: Yeah *she doesn't feel like brady right now but she's not gonna be rude*.
Naara: Naara. I'd of- *Coughs into her hand* Offer you an handshake, but... well... *flexes claws* No hands. D'you mind if I sit down? *Spines + Virus = BACK PAIN LIKE YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE!*
Brady: Don't think it'd be a good idea on either front *gives a weak laugh* but uh... sure go ahead *she lisps some, you'd be surprised how many proper alphabet sounds rely on flat teeth*
Naara: *Winces* Well, I say "Sit"... *Awkwardly kneels, then sort of leans sideways against the nearest wall* Who knew tails and back spines were so sensitive to being touched?
Brady: I know the feeling *is currently sitting on a pillow she managed to procure thanks tot he elongation of her spinal cord* I giggled a bit when my uncle got hemorrhoids, maybe this is a horrible case of karma *Tries to hide her extreme unease with this situation with some light humor*.
Naara: *Covers her mouth to try not to chuckle, but fails* Maybe. Though I don't remember mocking anyone for back problems, so I don't know what's going on with me. * Is also trying to hide the ache and nausia and everything with humor*
Brady: *shrugs some* can't say i have the answer for that one. *scratches some at the sides of her head, lamenting the lose of her hair*
Naara: What's it like? *...God damnit Naara, stop being tactless!*
Brady: *looks at Naara* whats what like?
Naara: *Yeah, well done dummy* Losing... Well, losing hair? *Runs hand over head* Sorry, akward question, I just never had any to lose in the first place...
Brady: *mood instantly sours while still idly rubbing the sharper scales that now stick out from her scalp* not exactly a joyride especially when you go to itch and you end up removing an entire braid *gives a not very stable laugh*.
Naara: *Sighs* Sorry, tactless of me.
Brady: *just shrugs* *doesn't respond because yeah it was a bit tactless but curiosity was curiosity*.
Naara: *Rubs face* It's just... What the hell is there to do? I'm stuck here and there's literally nothing I can do to help sort this out. It just gets so frustrating sometimies.
Brady: well whining about it sure as hell isn't a solution. *that came off as a little aggravated*.
Naara: *Just kinda looks across at her for a second* ...Yeah, you're right. *More enthusiastic* Thanks. So, is this your first asignment after graduating, or were you on another ship before the Legacy?
Brady: *sighs* yeah...this is my first assignment..is it obvious?
Naara: Nope. If it was obvious, I wouldn't have asked.
Brady: what about you?
Naara: First, yeah. Been here... I have actually lost count how long.
Brady: It is hard to keep track of time when your out here.
Naara: That and nearly dying every week.
Brady: well at least your still here to loose track of that count.
Naara: Yeah. Kinda makes life threatening situations lose their sting though.
Brady: it hasn't become that redundant has it?
Naara: No, but it does lessen the tension somewhat.
Brady: *shifts in her seat some*...if we're looking on the bright side here...least this isn't nearly as awkward as going through puberty.
Naara: *Really fails to supress a giggle at that* Oh do /not/ get me started on /that/!
Brady: this tail is really nothing compared to the growing pains I had, i felt like an rusted tin man sometimes.
Naara: *Nods* I'd pick these spines over Smooth Skin any day.
Brady: I guess losing your hair isn't as bad as growing it in awkward places.
Naara: I really wouldn't know about that.
Brady: from what I gathered from my brothers it's more than a minor annoyance.
Naara: *Grins* Yeah, but brothers themselves are more than a minor annoyance.
Brady: Aaah true but they come in handy if you have any heavy lifting you need to get done.
Naara: *Frowns* Nope. Mine made me do all the heavy lifting.
[And they talked some more about things, then they split up to do other things]