He suffers from aviophobia.

( Collapse )

[Warden Filter]

Mark Hoffman's been brought down to Zero after he attacked Jesse and Capa. I had to stun him, but otherwise, he's fine.

Anyone know about anyone else he might've attacked, don't keep it to yourself.

[Private to George]

Something about him seemed kinda off, outside of the whole beating the crap out of people thing. He said he wanted to teach us "pathetic primitive people" a lesson and show us all what he was capable of.

I did a couple scans, but everything came up normal. Just figured you should know, in case it means anything to you.

[ooc: Crossposting to LJ for anyone who's still checking their LJ flists, but comments should go here on DW.]

[Bones clicks on the video to show him sitting in his room with about five other fake, cooing tribbles sitting on his desk, in several different colors. The one you all saw a few days ago he handed off to Jane, but he got a couple more of them over the course of the flood.

But, at least he's an adult again, back in clothes that fit, and that's sort of good enough for him. Besides, the cooing is kind of pleasant.]

I've got more of these fake tribbles than anyone could ever want, thanks to that flood. If anyone feels like adopting one of 'em, I'd be happy to hand one over.

And Cat, I think we'd better talk.

[Bones has set up shop in the infirmary just like usual, despite being a cranky fifteen year old, and has managed to get his hands on some blue scrubs that... kind of fit. He does not look pleased to be several inches shorter and going through puberty again, but let's be real here people, Bones rarely looks particularly pleased about anything.]

The infirmary's still open. I don't care if I'm a kid, I can still operate a tricorder and administer hypos, so if anyone gets hurt, don't keep it to yourself. There're still people around who can help you out.

Jim, Arya- [Whatever he was going to say is getting interrupted by unhappy screeching, and McCoy picks up a plush tribble, opens up the velcro pouch where the controls are, clicks the switch over and the screeching is replaced with cooing instead.

That's right, he got a toy tribble for Christmas. And he just rolls his eyes and sets it aside. The cooing can still be heard off screen.]

Just tell me if you need anything.

[ooc: I will be replying with damnitjocelyn again. <3]

[Private to Santa]

( Collapse )

As interesting a history lesson as that flood was, I could've done without turning into a chain smoker. Anyone have any suggestions on how to get the smell out of stuff?

For any of you new people, I'm Doctor Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer of the starship Enterprise and head of the infirmary here. We're kinda short staffed at the moment, so if there's anyone who wants to lend a hand, let me know and we'll try to work something out. Inmates'll need to get permission from their warden before they're allowed on staff.

Any new arrivals should come down to the infirmary whenever they're able for a medical exam. It takes five minutes, is no touch and the results are confidential. We use them to create a medical baseline in case something happens while you're on board.

[Private to Spock]

You've been awful quiet lately.

[Private to T'Pol]

You alright? [Dat flood man. :|]

[Private to Arya]

How're you doing, kid?

[Warden Filter, backdated to right after this log.]

Raistlin poisoned Richie Gecko while he was in the infirmary. I've booted him off of support care indefinitely. Anyone has a problem with that, I'd be happy to explain the logic behind it.

[Public, present dated to Fourth Wall Day]

Dr. Leonard McCoy, Chief medical officer of the USS Enterprise. In case anyone out there feels like saying hello.

[Private to Arya]

Cat, where are you?

[McCoy sounds slightly out of breath, and is trying to get this out of the way as fast as possible, because the crew members are eying those sharp things, and Bones doesn't want to be distracted when they start coming at him again. He's stunned two of them with his phaser by now. His accent is much more pronounced, and he's talking much faster than usual.]

Caesares was right, these things are trying to kick us out of the infirmary. If anyone can come help grab supplies before they - goddammit -

[There's a blast of phaser fire before the feed cuts.]

[Private to Jim]

You had better not be dead.

[Private to Sloth]

Where are you?

[Friends Filter - if you think you're on it, you are.]

Sound off,

[ooc: And feel free to spam in the infirmary as the horrible monsters decide to start kicking us all out.]

( Collapse )

[And Public, a while after the Spam:]

The Doctor's right, the deck isn't safe. It felt like something was trying to pull us over.