i'm not calling you a liar

[ethnobotany]

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

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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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[ethnobotany]

"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."

[zomboligist]

"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.

[ethnobotany]

"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.

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

[zomboligist]

"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.

no worries!

[ethnobotany]

"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."

[zomboligist]

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?"

[ethnobotany]

"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.

[zomboligist]

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.