may-time mingling (starstruck!)

[mucked]

Who: Starstruck crew + visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the Starstruck!
When: The merry merry month of May

[ there's been a tiny regime change and doubtless some debriefing after that masquerade! have at it, starstruckers. mingle away! ]

Comments

running across her in the lab?

[nostraightlines]

[ Ramse doesn't know his crewmates well, and Lauralae is no exception. But he needs painkillers. It's afternoon when he comes by the lab, knocking softly just in case someone's in there. ]

Hello?

[ No answer. He knocks again for good measure, then opens the door slowly. ]

Coming in.

perfect!

[fuga]

[ There's a sharp noise as Lauralae pushes herself up and away from the table where she had been examining the strange medications that the ships here had. None of them were the herbs or fauna from her world, but the strange device implanted on her explained them as if she had been taught by her mother, as if they were all natural.

The stranger makes her pause, but she breathes out, lifting her head up and considering. ]

Yes.

[nostraightlines]

Hey, I'm Ramse -- we haven't met yet.

[ He holds out a hand politely. It's in a brace. ]

I was just looking for some painkillers for this.

[fuga]

Ramse.

[ Lauralae looks down at his hand but makes no move to touch it, either to shake it or inspect it. Instead, she steps to one side and allows him to come in, nodding towards the desk. ]

The strange herbs are there.

[nostraightlines]

[ He doesn't seem bothered by that, just moves to look at the drugs. ]

Thank you. What's your name?

[fuga]

Lauralae.

[ She steps around him, moving to move her chair out of the way so that she can sit in it, as closer as the corner as she can get herself to without it looking too strange. ]

I do not know how much you should take, not without the aid of the ship.

[nostraightlines]

It's nice to meet you.

[ He's rummaging through the bottles, looking for names he knows. ]

Usually it's one or two pills. I should be able to figure it out if I can find one I'm familiar with.

[fuga]

As you say.

[ Which is her way of saying 'nice to meet you, too'. She steps forward, looking at the pills with a dark expression. ]

The ones near the back are for healing.

[nostraightlines]

[ He reaches farther back and sure enough, finds antibiotics and painkillers. The painkillers are what he was looking for and heedless of dosage he takes two out of the bottle, swallowing them dry. Then he's turning back to the girl, curious as to why she's the lab specialist. She doesn't seem too excited about her job. ]

Were you a healer back home or something?

[fuga]

I was taught the use of herbs in healing. I learned to use them to aid, but also to kill.

[ So, no, not a healer, and her job here is hardly one she wants to do. The fact that she cannot touch anyone nor feel the strange herbs and medicines in her hands means that she feels an outcast again before she has even begun. ]

[nostraightlines]

[ He's quiet for a moment, taking her in. Ramse's not one to judge a book by its cover. ]

We do what we have to do, right?

[fuga]

[ She watches him in return, small and quiet and not daring to turn her gaze away from him. ]

Yes. Even if it changes our paths.