sixthiterationlogs | i'm not calling you a liar

WHO: Beverly Crusher
WHERE: Starting outside House 20, Inn, hospital, and anywhere outside in both villages
WHEN: March 4-10
OPEN TO: All!
WARNINGS: To be determined. Will update as needed

March 4th

Mist isn't usually a bad thing on most planets Beverly has been to. On her home planet, Caldos, it's usually very lovely, especially in the mornings. But if there's anything that exploring the galaxy, and especially being trapped here for so long, has taught her it's that mist is an unknown. Mist can be bad.

So one morning, when she first spots it rolling through the area, she watches it from the front porch of the house with no small amount of wariness. She's suspicious of it and now on high alert. With any luck, it will prove to be simply the good doctor developing a sense of paranoia after all these months of being stuck here.

She makes her normal rounds through the Inn to make sure nothing's amiss and then heads out to the hospital for her normal shift.

March 5-10

It may have taken her over a year to figure it out, but she's definitely avoiding the Inn for a while. At least until she can tell that the effects have worn off. The last thing she wants is to be stuck in there again while she's like this, spewing out the actual truth for all to hear and shattering the Prime Directive while she does. She's got enough trouble trying to juggle it as is; she doesn't need this.

For all that she isn't normally the type of person to keep herself isolated, she's been trying to avoid the vast majority of people. She does still show up for her time in the hospital mostly because she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't make herself available and someone needed her. But she tries to keep to herself and doesn't say much unless prompted. There are far too many ways this could go terribly wrong.

Eventually, she starts avoiding people in the mornings, keeping herself inside House 20 and eventually taking walks around both villages, in an effort to see where the mist has permeated and whether or not she's the only one who's been affected. She still mostly keeps to herself, her arms wrapped tightly around her body and a frown of concentration and worry on her face. If anyone tries to catch her attention like normal, she won't turn them away, but they might find that she has some... interesting things to say.

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Well, that's a good sign. Beverly doesn't really want to know what would happen if she walked in on one of those experiments, especially with her being unable to say anything but the absolute truth. It's hard enough having to explain polywater intoxication.

Speaking of which, she sighs heavily. "It was an affliction caused by polywater molecules in space and it completely suppressed the infected person's inhibitions. It was spread through contact with bodily fluid, so you can imagine how well that went. Not fun to have to come up with a cure on the fly while intoxicated yourself."

Which implies that she did just that. Not that she's exactly the bragging sort, but she's having a system failure, as far as her brain-to-mouth filter goes. She will, however, move to find him a bandage and something to clean his injury with, because that's a lot easier than dealing with the fact that she's still spewing enough facts to land her in a permanent court martial.

Ravi lifts his brow, settling the rat back in the cage as he works his way towards one of the little first aid kits so he can fetch a bandage. "All bodily fluids?" he checks, because with the zombie virus, there were only certain points of contact between people that really and truly took.

"I mean, to be fair, that also does sound like a very cost-effective way to get drunk," he admits, "if you could somehow strip away the whole 'contagious' aspect. I'm sure everyone in Seattle would've happily started to vape that, unfortunately."

"I would assume so," Beverly answers with a shrug. "We know perspiration and blood worked. I would assume saliva did-" There were questionable activities that would lead one to assume that. Not that she personally saw any, but given what happened... "-and all the rest. It wasn't exactly a very difficult illness to contract."

They'd had a lot of cases from something as simple as touching a person who were perspiring and that was more than enough trouble.

"Oh, it's all fun and games until someone blows the hatch on the cargo bay and everyone gets sucked out into space. Or until someone turns off the environmental controls and the entire ship freezes." Her tone is slightly sarcastic, much more so than she would offer normally, but her words speak of experience. They saw that on the Tsiolkovsky. "We're not talking about something simple and fun. We're talking about something deadly, an intoxication that killed entire starships. We were racing against time from the moment Geordi started exhibiting symptoms."

That would be an incredible breakthrough, though he did posit and prove that zombieism could be transmitted sexually, so maybe Ravi is just after the version that's much more fun, seeing as it's not like getting drunk is the same as developing a taste for brains.

"Okay, well, yes, that is awful and is starting to make me never want to drink with your lot," Ravi amends, because he's been thinking about this in the partying way, where you get up and dance on a stage because your inhibitions are lowered. He hasn't been thinking about it like that. "Also, why deadly? Was it an invasive disease?"

"It's usually fine," she offers with a shrug. "Unless you're drinking Romulan ale, which is unlikely seeing that it's illegal in the Federation." For good reason. It's very potent. Also because Romulus and the Federation aren't exactly on good terms, so it's hard to even get legally anyway.

"Not particularly? I think it's more that you just never know how long it's going to take before someone does something life-threateningly stupid. And if your entire medical team has it, that makes coming up with a cure on the fly that much harder."

"Well, that is true," Ravi admits, and it's not like he's exactly a model of paragon and virtue because, after all, he did once ask his friends to go get high on drugs with him so that he could measure the effects of utopium and that had led Major down a very risky road.

So maybe he can't exactly talk here without being a hypocrite. "How did you cure it?" he asks.

"With a lot of trial and error," she answers with only slight irritation at the memory. "Working under all of that pressure wasn't easy, especially when I got sick myself. It really was like trying to work while intoxicated. I could barely focus and I kept forgetting what I was doing."

Some of that was because she kept getting distracted by how attractive Jean-Luc was, though she quickly files that thought away in the hopes that Ravi won't somehow manage to ask the right questions to pry it out of her.

"I mean, it's definitely not a goal of mine at any point in time," Ravi is more than willing to agree, seeing as being drunk isn't the best place to practice medicine. "I'm assuming there was a critical reason you had to practice, instead of simply leaning into the effects and going out and having a wild time for science?"

Because that part, he's done, and it had been marvelous right up until the next morning.

"Aside from the risk of someone turning off the environmental controls or opening a hatch somewhere they shouldn't, we were far too close to a dying red supergiant star," she explains, thinking back to the day nine years ago. Ten years by now. She's been in the village for about that long already. "By the time I made that cure, most of the ship was infected and someone in Engineering had completely disabled the ship's engines. We were dead in space and if our medical team hadn't come up with a cure that would work in time so that someone could put the engines back online, we would have blown up with the star."

The space part always throws Ravi off his balance, because normal people that he knows don't just go off into space, so he doesn't tend to think about that as even a possibility or an issue. The minute she says it, though, he nods knowingly, with the 'ah' of an idiot man who doesn't pay enough attention.

"Let me guess, black coffee," he jokes, but sobers quickly. "What did counteract, in the end?"

"I was lucky," she admits. "I was able to use research from the original Enterprise. They encountered a strain similar and their CMO, Doctor McCoy, came up with a vaccine. Mine was altered, of course, but it was based on the same strain."

If he wants extra details, she'll offer what she can of the vaccine details. She really was lucky that they had the research from Doctor McCoy or they would have been in a lot more trouble.

Those names, that position, it's all niggling at Ravi like he should know this, somehow, but he can't seem to put his finger on it. It's terribly frustrating and he's not sure why. "I mean, I doubt we're going to run into anything similar here, but I'd still love to know as much as I can about it."

It's basically a hobby at this point, but collecting strange disasters is practically a joy.

i'm not calling you a liar

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omg I just found this notif, apologies for the ridic late reply

no worries!

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