Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari ~ SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!!!
Roxanna Dorion
((Lab 1, Sickbay, Deck 6, USS Khitomer))
They had a plan, and for the first time, Talia actually felt like they had a fighting chance at keeping anyone from radiation poisoning. If this worked like it was projected to, no matter how many times they were forced back into the Lagoon, no one was getting irradiated on her watch.
Ohnari: ::turning back to Alix:: Now comes the most difficult decision....Rock, Paper, Scissors for who has to make the Captain drop his pants?
She wasn't serious. Talia wasn't the type of boss to make an Ensign ask the Captain to drop his trousers. Not while she was fully capable. Ah the weight of an extra pip and a half.
Harford: Rock, Paper, Scissors? Surely that's not how medical decisions are made in the Khitomer Sickbay, Commander.
Ohnari: Who said it was a medical decision? We have a magic Eight Ball for that.
Alix Harford was a very serious physician. Which was way too amusing for Talia.
Harford: I'll make you a deal. You take Tactical and I'll take command.
Biting her tongue, she realized Alix may prefer to ask the Captain to bend over than an old flame. She could insist otherwise...
Ohnari: ::snorting:: Deal. ::blinking innocently:: Although I am curious...anyone you are trying to possibly avoid...?
Harford: ::embarrassed:: No, no umm- no one in particular.
Bullseye. No empathic sense needed, considering the sudden desire to be extremely busy with a pristine desk and not a speck of dust in sight.
Ohnari: Alright, before that, we're going to need to set up the main Sickbay so Othin can take over when we're needed elsewhere.
((((Brief Timeskip))))
It hadn't taken long, the mobile privacy screens were set, the implatables had been replicated and loaded, once the implantation was complete, Talia and Alix would have access to the readings and be able to adjust the serum as necessary. They also had several isotope scrubbers replicated and ready.
After a brief instructional meeting with the ancillary staff, the department started filling up nicely. Thankfully the waiting area was remarkably spacious, no chance of anyone feeling claustrophobic. The calming spa music was a nice touch. Nurse Pe'arl, the newly arrived Antedian, had worked in a few wellness centers on Risa before joining Khitomer.
Othin: ::loudly:: Ensigns B’Ella and Graves! I’ll not call you again. Submit yourselves for implantation. Now.
Swallowing a grumble, Talia made a mental note to remind Othin about bedside manners...again.
Harford: The next time we do this, remind me to set up data parameters for studying the natural response to waiting your turn. ::under her breath:: Impatient toddlers, the lot of them.
The Haliian snorted. While she wasn't wrong, it was actually a lot more organized than she had anticipated.
Ohnari: You have no idea. Half of these people would rather face off against the entire Lattice Alliance armed with a toothpick than show up to Sickbay willingly.
The lines began to blur a bit in her mind, say hello, request a turn, lower pants, implant, apologize for the sting, readjust pants, next. Repeated in infinito it seemed.
B’Ella: Ensign B’Ella, reporting as instructed over the comms. I’m your new Operations Officer.
Othin: ::unimpressed:: And you will serve your house with honor in the Operations, no doubt. ::brief pause as she looks to Graves and back at B’Ella:: Wait here. Your time is next.
It seemed they would bring back the scream pillow. When Othin got irritated, she would oftentimes need an outlet, and considering they only had so many unbent doors, she introduced the scream pillow. It had taken off, many people now utilized the "Code Pillow"
El’Heem: ::speaking through gritted teeth:: Zar’tok ven’khal rish’taak, gol’thar nesh’var! You couldn’t think of a better alternative?!
Seemed Ras had opinions. Typical.
Harford: Well, I’d originally designed it to be implanted in the thigh, but Ohnari’s scrubbers need that muscle group.
Ohnari: ::calling out on her side of the screen:: Since some people can't seem to stay out of the radiation, we needed to have a dedicated location for the isotope scrubbers to be attached, and swiftly.
Whiny babies, the lot of them. Like any of them would be sitting for long periods of time. Besides, it would be way worse in the thigh. Except no one seemed to believe her when she said that.
El’Heem: And I need an event monitor? Is this punishment for leaving medical?
Snatching the chair closer, she placed her knee and glared over the partition.
Ohnari: Excuse me for trying to stay on top of your tendency to bathe in Sencha.
Harford: ::quietly to Ras:: Sorry, I stepped away from the console for one minute and she’d altered the design and replicated it. ::louder to Ohnari:: Doctor Ohnari, Commander, need I remind you of partition protocols of which you are in direct violation.
She was going to comment on how fully aware she was, but there were a lot of posteriors to shoot, so she chose the ultimately mature reaction of sticking her tongue out at the pair before returning to her side.
Harford: NEXT!
B’Ella: You did say everyone. I’m also going to need my onboard checkup while I’m here.
Ohnari: That I did, and thank you for coming. I will however need to get back to you on the check up ::gesturing to the line behind the newly arrived officer.:: I will note your file so you don't have any issues with the delay.
B'Ella: Response
((OOC ~ You can decide she did this later off screen or we will catch up shoreleave time!))
Ohnari: Believe me, this is the easiest option. If you wouldn't mind, please lower your trousers a bit and we'll get you out of here. A pinch in three, two, ::the hypo deployed:: And there you are. Any redness or itching, come back to us. NEXT!
B'Ella: Response
A shuffling of several booted feet could be heard thundaring in oddly sequential footfalls.
Ohnari: Oh, hey there Torado, here for your implantation?
Torado: Response?
Ohnari: ::blinking:: You mean...all of you...?
Torado: Response?
Sure enough, there was a line of marines, and after a bark of a command, they turned as a unit and dropped their pants. Entirely. To the floor. Partitan be damned. For a moment, Talia just stared in confusion. It was the oddest line of naked backsides she had ever seen, lined up so efficiently. Shrugging, she started down the line.
Ohnari: ::hiss:: Next, ::hiss:: Whoa, that looks infected, soldier, step out of line, I'm going to need that examined, ::hiss:: Ooh cool tattoo! Next! ::hiss::
On and on it went down the line until she was certain that every Marine, including Torado, was inoculated and ready to go. She raised an eyebrow at Othin who had abandoned her post at triage and had been watching the show.
Ohnari: Othin! Back on the line.
Othin: ::crossing her massive arms over her chest:: Five minute break boss. Union rules.
Talia had no idea if the nurses union was separate from the Federation standards, but she knew better than to get between Othin and her five minutes.
Ohnari: ::snorting:: If you say so.
TAG/TBC
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Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Khitomer
C239205ME0