Daily Logs 11-16-14

I. Kain comes to Leslie to make sure his organs are all right. Like as a medical professional thing
II. Molly apologizes to Zef for kicking him, and he actually tells her something about himself
III. Tony and Morgan roll around on the floor



I.
Leslie: *in Sickbay, being an actual doctor, in clothes that cover everything, and acting very professional, and all that fun stuff* *sitting at a console, going through all the incidents of the past week, and cataloging them*
Kain: *ducks into Sickbay before his shift, because now that he is Back To Normal he wants to make sure that he actually /is/ back to normal* *being a skeleton was not actually very comforting to him* *also he didn't manage to recruit /anyone/ into his skeleton army which just sucks*
Leslie: *looks up from her console when Kain comes in* Hi. Can I help you?
Kain: *looking like he's trying not to look anxious* Yeah, ah, I was just wondering if I could get a quick checkup. After the whole... the last few weeks. Kinda weird. Want to make sure all my organs are where they're supposed to be. *they were missing for a while and it was concerning*
Leslie: *raises an eyebrow* Is there a reason they wouldn't be?
Kain: I was a skeleton for the past few weeks. I'm pretty sure the skeleton part of me is okay, but the other parts only just showed up again. So I was thinking I might get them check out. And stuff. *shoves his hands in his pockets to keep from fidgeting*
Leslie: *makes an "O" with her mouth* That would be an excellent reason for concern. Would you like to take a biobed? *gestures at her free biobeds*
Kain: *nods and hops up to sit on one, leaving his feet hanging off the bed* Thanks.
Leslie: *comes back with a scanner* Have you been noticing anything out of the ordinary or concerning?
Kain: Not since turning back to normal, but I thought I'd get it checked out anyways. Ensign Kain, by the way. *figures he should probably introduce himself at some point*
Leslie: *nods and starts scanning him* Lieutenant Harrison.
Kain: *sits still while she scans* Pleasure.
Leslie: Likewise.
Kain: So, um, how long have you been a doctor? *feeling mildly chatty, probably a byproduct of his slight anxiety over the whole skeleton thing*
Leslie: Five to six months, depending on how you look at it. *shrugs* How long have you been in Security?
Kain: About five years, give or take. I've only been here for about a year, though.
Leslie: Long enough. Most people would call that veteran status.
Kain: *snorts, still trying to keep still* I don't know if I'd say /that/. I'm not even thirty yet. I feel like I have to have at least one midlife crisis before I can be called a veteran.
Leslie: *grimaces* Don't say that, you'll make me feel old.
Kain: *make an overly shocked expression* You? Thirty? You don't look a day over twenty-five.
Leslie: *gives him a /look/* I'm eighteen years old and I got my medical license online. I read a few articles and then printed out a certificate. Now, these readings are saying you have the internal organs of an octopus and we need to operate.
Kain: *seriously* I am prepared to put my life in your capable hands, Lieutenant. I trust nothing so much as I trust internet certification.
Leslie: Good answer.
Kain: *hums in agreement* How long do you think the surgery will take? Octopus organs sound like they'd be a bitch to remove.
Leslie: Oh, a long time. I'm pretty sure there's a whole octopus in there, doing all your breathing and digesting for you. It's very messy.
Kain: Surprisingly functional, though.
Leslie: Yeah, I'm just as surprised as you. Maybe I'll get a mention in the journals.
Kain: I'll have to donate my body to science.
Leslie: Probably. It's very regrettable, but we could make you very comfortable as an octopus here.
Kain: *nobly* It's for the greater good. I have no regrets. I only wish I was able to do more for the greater scientific community.
Leslie: If only you were a scientist, too.
Kain: You're right, then I could experiment on myself! Much more efficient. But instead I became a security officer. *shakes head sadly* What a waste.
Leslie: You were misguided.
Kain: The mistakes I've made.
Leslie: Better not to dwell on the past. I've learned that in my long eighteen years.
Kain: Your wisdom is much appreciated.
Leslie: Glad I could help. *perkily* *snaps the scanner off and steps back* Okay, it looks like all your octopus organs are all present and accounted for, and even functioning properly. Ensign Kain, I'm sorry but I'll have to give you a clean bill of health.
Kain: *sighs forlornly* What a shame. I could have done so much for the world of science. *hops off the biobed* Thanks Doc. I am forever indebted.
Leslie: Any time.
Kain: I'll be sure to recommend you to my peers and leave positive reviews. *checks time* I am now going to be late to my shift and my excuse will be that I have the organs of an octopus. Thanks again Doc. *moonwalks out* *not literally but metaphorically it was a definite moonwalk*
Leslie: *goes back to computer stuff*



II.
Zef: *coming from the gym, headed for his quarters for a shower and to check on mails or calls (and probably to clean some things up because Hyde had a very careless (yet fascinatingly enthusiastic!) lifestyle...)* *isn't walking like he's in a hurry, that would seem awkward, but keeps reminding himself of “he's Zef, engineer, Legacy, 2276” o_o;*
Molly: *sometime during the long night checked to see where Zef is, and finding him in Terrence's quarters decided to wait until afternoon and try again* *gets lucky on her next try and catches him in the hallway, leaves the Comm center and goes to intercept him and will manage to do so shortly before he reaches his quarters*
Zef: *headed for his door, there, it's near and nothing happ-- seens Molly and stops, looking at her mostly surprised and insecure; is she here for a reason? Coincidence? Leslie? Is it him? They fought after all.*
Molly: *is not as prepared for this as she thought, has been up all night working and it's evident, and memories of the tussle with Zef are giving her trouble* *stands their silently for a second while she pulls herself together* I'm sorry for kicking you. *kind of blurts it out in a jumble of words*
Zef: *blinks* Erm. *pause, looks down for a second* Thanks. *no* I mean. I started it. You defended Joseph. Dover. Ensign Dover. *takes a deep but hasty breath Thanks for doing that. *hesitates* I wouldn't have stopped.
Molly: *shakes her head* You weren't yourself. It happens. And I didn't have to kick you that hard.
Zef: You weren't yourself either. And if you were, for what I was trying to do to Dover that kick was justified.
Molly: Well.. it all worked out, I guess. Since he's okay. And you don't seem to be hurt?
Zef: *nods agreeing, hesitates briefly, then shakes his head* No. Well, some bruises are left, but they aren't bad. And I could have been better much sooner, but apparently I wasn't up for a dermal regenerator. *plotting murder was more important*
Molly: Do you need to go to Sickbay? *why hasn't Terrence brought him to Sickbay*
Zef: *quick headshake* Oh no, I got treatment. So I'm better now, it's really just bruises. I would rather not go to sickbay.
Molly: Why not? *in her own experience it's usually because there's an injury she doesn't want on record, which makes her suspicious of Zef's aversion*
Zef: Because... *looks down, hesitating because how to say that?* Well. *looks at her* Going to Sickbay today would be worse for me than the remaining bruises are. I'd go if I had to, I mean, if the injuries were too bad. But they aren't. I got treatment, just not in sickbay.
Molly: What's wrong with Sickbay?
Zef: Erm. *apologetically* Nothing. Just, I'm still processing the past two weeks. A lot on my mind, you know? And then, sometimes, I don't like Sickbay because of December last year. I might need another day or two to sort that out. *I want to stay the current Zef for while o__o;*
Molly: *so lost* What happened last year?
Zef: Oh! Erm. Hatta? *it's no question, it was Hatta, the question mark is a lie*
Molly: So you don't like Sickbay... because of Hatta? *maybe because doctors and sickbay-type enviroments?*
Zef: *nods slowly, hesitatingly* Sometimes. Not all the time. Only sometimes. But yes.
Molly: I see. *attempts a smile* They're all really nice in Sickbay, I promise. And Leslie's there, you like Leslie.
Zef: *o_____o; Leslie! They were mind-altered and all but but there's still that sad “see you sometime” thing...* *sighs deeply, exhaling quietly with the ghost of a smile* Yeah, I do. I know they're nice. It's not about them. It's just about the location. It's medical, that's all. So... that's why I'd rather not go there today. I'm not really injured, anyway.
Molly: *frowns* I don't think it's healthy for you to run around with injuries, even minor ones. But I'm not going to force you to go. Just tell you that you should go.
Zef: Thanks. *slight hesitant smile* I'm really taken care of. If it was bad enough, I'd have been taken to Sickbay despite my dislike. *pause* But nothing was broken. I was scanned and treated and it's much better now, I promise.
Molly: Alright. *folds her arms, still uncomfortable* Well. Just wanted to make sure you weren't limping around with broken ribs or something.
Zef: *nods, smile widens slightly* I appreciate that. *sobers* Well, I'd ask if I hurt you badly or apologize for any injuries, but I guess... I didn't get to harm you much? I still didn't want to cause so much trouble, beat people up, run away, erm, I don't know, whatever I did. I guess I shouldn't dress up as a villain anymore, just in case.
Molly: *shakes her head* No, I'm fine. *besides anxiety attacks but he doesn't know about those, unless Terrence told him, so maybe he does* Maybe stick to something nice next time. We probably all should.
Zef: *nods* Yeah, true. Unless all good gets turned into evil.
Molly: *another attempted smile, but this one is actually a little more sincere* We'll deal with that if it happens.
Zef: Sure, we will. But I really don't need it too soon. I'd rather stay myself for a while. *slight smile, relaxing a little*
Molly: I think we all would.
Zef: Well, most of us at least.
Molly: If you find someone who thinks otherwise, point them towards me.
Zef: *nods* But I wasn't thinking of anyone, really. Just, some of us had interesting abilities. Magic, martial arts, you know. *o_O; is Roca real? Or was she a costume? No she's real, isn't she? She's real. Just no Officer, but she can still be real.*
Molly: Yeah I know. *has just about reached her limit on casual conversation for the moment, and searches for an escape route* So... sorry for interrupting you. Bye.
Zef: Oh, erm. Yeah, thanks for coming. *nodnod* Bye.
Molly: *won't say "see you later" because it's probably not true* *just nods and heads back to the Comm center*
Zef: *that was... interesting* *waits until she's going, then disappears in his room to shower; tries not to think too much about what could or couldn't be real, but it still happens*



III.
Morgan: *on the Observation Deck, looking at the program that Molly had shown her last time, just looking up random stuff* *mourning the loss of her cool magical powers and drinking tea*
Tony: *woah he hasn't seen Morgan in like two weeks actually probably longer however long the length it's too long* *stalks with computer and bounds onto the Observation deck* Ohhh Moooorrgaaaan~
Morgan: *turns off the program as soon as she hears someone come in, turning around to see who it is* Oh! Hey Tony. *grins widely at him* Long time no see.
Tony: *picks Morgan up by her waist and swings her around in a circle before putting her back down* I've been incredibly busy with very important things, as I'm sure you have too.
Morgan: *laughs as he spins her, brushing her hair back into place once he sets her down* Not important enough. How are you?
Tony: Oh excellent, as always. I see you found the Albedo program.
Morgan: *oh good no reason to keep sekrit* Yeah, Commander McAdam's showed it to me. I was browsing.
Tony: Cool, right? But I don't have the patience to use it.
Morgan: *smiles* I think it's fascinating, but I see where it might be tedious. *decides to sit, backing up to flop onto a couch and patting the space beside her* What've you been up to, then? I haven't seen you in at least a month.
Tony: *sprawls out next to her* Well for the past two weeks I ran around in a long black wig and made Commander Taylor chase me because I thought I was supposed to be creepily murdering people. That was fun.
Morgan: *concerned expression* You didn't actually actually hurt anyone, right? I mean if you did it's not your fault, you were basically possessed, but... no one got hurt? Did you get hurt? *looks him over like she's about to demand he strip down for a full medical inspection* *worries about people excessively*
Tony: *so sprawled out that he's basically lying on the couch* Oh yeah, Taylor kicked my ass a few times but I deserved it. Remind me never to get on her bad side again, it was scary as hell. *.__.*
Morgan: *reaches out to pat his knee as long as he allows it* Sorry, that must have sucked. I was a witch, which, not gonna lie, was pretty sweet. Magical powers and all that. *still hasn't managed to get the sigils off her wall*
Tony: *chortles* Yeah you /are/ a witch sometimes, but sometimes you're in a good mood.
Morgan: *rolls her eyes* Oh wow you're hilarious. What have I ever done to deserve that joke? Harsh. I'd curse you but my powers are gone. *won't get over it*
Tony: *delighted* Oh my god I'm so funny. I should have been a comedian.
Morgan: *groans* You know what? I didn't even miss you. I don't know why we ever hung out in the first place.
Tony: Oh you missed me so much. You cried at night because I wasn't there to tell you awesome jokes.
Morgan: That did not happen. I was very busy being turned into a witch and studying dinosaurs and closing up time rifts after that whole apocalyptic future thing. I have been very busy and have not missed you at all.
Tony: Ok geez I'll just leave. *slides off the couch until he's on his back on the floor and then starts to roll away*
Morgan: *immediately jumps down from the couch and sits on top of him to prevent further movement* I wouldn't say that's strictly necessary.
Tony: *squawks* Nooooooo you're squashing meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee *fake weeping noises*
Morgan: I shall release you when you agree to stay.
Tony: You realize releasing me and me agreeing to stay are opposite things, right?
Morgan: I'm not releasing you from the room, I'm just saying I'll get off of you. You don't get to have total freedom of movement, that would be ridiculous.
Tony: *high pitched whining noise*
Morgan: Do you agree to the terms?
Tony: You'll never take me alive. *tries to roll*
Morgan: It's too late man, I already have you. *shifts to sit more firmly on his stomach*
Tony: *wheezes and flails his arms* For such a slim girl.... you're very dense.... *pretends to gasp for breath*
Morgan: *flips pony tail* I don't know whether that was an insult or not so I'm going to take it as one. *crosses her legs where she's sitting* You can give in at any time.
Tony: I think I'll just die here thanks.
Morgan: Note that you would not even have your pride due to the fact that you'd have died from my butt squashing you.
Tony: *SUDDEN PLAN* *gives her a :> face and then raises his arms and wiggles his fingers towards her butt* I'm gonna touch it.
Morgan: *sniffs hastily and sticks her nose in the air* I don't care.
Tony: *hovers his fingers near her and then lets his arms fall to the sides* I can't do it. I'm not dastardly enough.
Morgan: *smirk* I know. Give in now or forever hold your peace.
Tony: I swear I'll have my reveeeeeeeeeeeengee *voice trails off and he closes his eyes and goes limp*
Morgan: *can't decide whether or not to move to tickling or if she should try to crush his airway first* *tickling seems like the first logical step* *moves to poke his side experimentally*
Tony: *whispers* Joke's on you I'm not ticklish.
Morgan: *flops over backwards, keeping her legs over his stomach* We are at an impasse, then. I call for a ceasefire.
Tony: No, clearly my charm has won you over.
Morgan: Ceasefire. The war is still on, nerd. I'll beat you someday.
Tony: Excuse me, /nerd?/ You're the one who spends all day in the science lab having a meltdown over dinosaurs.
Morgan: And you're telling me that you didn't get excited over the dinosaurs. *very doubtful*
Tony: That's- that's besides the point!
Morgan: *smirk* If I'm a nerd you're as much a nerd as me.
Tony: You're at least ten times more nerd shut up.
Morgan: Doubtful. *puts her hands behind her head* Are you really not ticklish? That's so weird. Nearly 80% of humans are ticklish.
Tony: I have a lot of siblings. I trained myself not to be ticklish.
Morgan: Do you? *slightly surprised* I didn't know that.
Tony: Oh yeah, loads. Heaps. A whole bushel of siblings. Honestly I'm not even sure how many, since the cousins say they count.
Morgan: *snort* I don't think cousins count as siblings. Though I guess I wouldn't know.
Tony: It does in my house.
Morgan: Did your extended family live near you, then?
Tony: Yeah we all live on a giant ranch thing. So many of them. Everywhere.
Morgan: That sounds nice, actually. I grew up with my sister and younger brother, but when I was in high school they moved off planet with Da, so it was just me and Mom during the school year. Might've been nice to have more kids around. *yawns* *lying on the floor makes her sleepy*
Tony: *pokes her* Don't fall asleep. We're sharing childhood stories. If you fall asleep I'll be insulted.
Morgan: I'm not falling asleep. I'm relaxed. *flaps a hand at him*
Tony: If you fall asleep I'm gonna pinch your nose until you wake up.
Morgan: *laughs* Deal. Tell me something else about your childhood to keep me awake.
Tony: I'm immune to tickling.
Morgan: Something /new/, loser.
Tony: I'm very sensitive to hurtful nicknames.
Morgan: Something I care about, /darling/.
Tony: Well first you have to tell me what you care about.
Morgan: I dunno. Fun childhood memories? What'd you do with so many siblings?
Tony: Played outside a lot. Lots of imaginative games. Lots of wrestling. Lots of getting beaten up by my sisters. *sigh*
Morgan: Doesn't sound too bad. I read a lot. Pretty boring honestly.
Tony: Hey reading is pretty cool, so I hear.
Morgan: Summers were better, honestly. I love France, but I preferred having actual people to talk to. I made some friends in high school, but I was always pretty busy at home during the year.
Tony: Busy doing.... what?
Morgan: School work, work-work. Helping Mom out, sometimes. She had *waves hand vaguely* stuff. Anxiety which sometimes led to minor substance abuse. Still does, actually, but she's gotten a lot better. It was rough for a while after Dad died. She didn't deal with that very well. But anyways, there wasn't a ton of time for socializing when I was on-planet.
Tony: *pokes her again* You miss your dad?
Morgan: *shrugs* Yeah, I mean. Sure. Of course. It's been a couple of years now, so it's not like... a huge thing. But yeah, I do.
Tony: Tell me about him?
Morgan: *taps her fingers against the floor in a combination of nervousness and thought* I dunno. He was a good person, mostly. Like, really good. He thought about other people all the time, you know? He liked helping people. And he liked poetry, he used to read Poe to me all the time. When we still lived in France together we'd go out to the beach and read at night, because we lived way out from the city so there were tons of stars. He always tried to come back to Earth for my graduations and stuff. *clears her throat* I dunno. He was just my dad.
Tony: I would have loved to meet him.
Morgan: *smiles* He would have liked you. You're energetic like he was. He liked happy people. Apparently he "didn't have time for pessimists".
Tony: Well yeah, pessimism just weighs you down.
Morgan: *chuckles* His point exactly. I guess he's kind of why I try to be optimistic about things. It was drilled in from a young age.
Tony: I like that about you. So many people on this ship are all doom and gloom all the time.
Morgan: *laughs a little* Not without reason, you have to admit. We tend to have bad luck here. I mean I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else, but we do. I'm not sure if I want to stay because of that or in spite of it.
Tony: Yeah but it's exciting. You never know what you'll see next. Like dinosaurs!
Morgan: The dinosaurs were very important to me. Scientifically.
Tony: Just scientifically?
Morgan: *wrinkles her nose* Maybe just slightly unscientifically.
Tony: A lot unscientifically, I know you.
Morgan: Okay maybe a significant amount of unscientific interest, you happy?
Tony: I'm always happy when I'm with you.
Morgan: Awwww how sweet. I'm touched. *throws a hand up to her heart dramatically*
Tony: I practiced that in my head like four times.
Morgan: *v seriously* I have a deep regard for you as well. I am touched.
Tony: *poke poke* Touched.
Morgan: You are without a doubt the funniest person I know.
Tony: See? Should have been a comedian. *pokes her again* You're really going to have to set me free though, I have the early shift tomorrow.
Morgan: *sighs elaborately and rolls off him* Same, actually. *yawns again* It was good to see you though. We should meet up more frequently than once every eight years.
Tony: *bounces to his feet and offers her a hand* Since there's a puzzling and frankly frightening amount of people on this ship obsessed with tea, shall we meet up for alcohol sometime?
Morgan: *laughs and accepts his hand* Sure. Alcohol yields more interesting results than tea anyways.
Tony: *pulls her to her feet* Who knows, maybe you'll get tipsy and reveal all your deepest darkest secrets. That's certainly not my ulterior motive. *lifts her hand to his mouth for a smooch* Goodnight, beautiful.
Morgan: Night handsome. *pats him on the cheek gleefully as long as he allows it and heads off to bed*
Tony: *pretends to bite her fingers when she does and then goes to play with the Albedo program to snoop on what she was studying*
Morgan: *it was witches*