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[dancingmd]

Who: Beverly Crusher, Wrath, The Vision, Jennifer Keller… and maybe you?
Broadcast: No
Action: Iskaulit, Surgical Suite
When: Today!

There’s a new room on the Iskaulit, though it’s not obvious where it is, if you don’t know about it already, as it is inconspicuously tucked away in one of the unused corridors of the ship. More importantly, it’s equipped with biometric security systems, so only a select few can enter without being accompanied by one of the room’s designers. Under Dr. Crusher and Captain Vision’s guidance, various engineers and doctors in the fleet have come together to build a surgical suite with one specific goal in mind: fixing Wrath’s back and removing the ports put there by Compliance. For over a year, Wrath and Beverly have been pursuing this goal and now it’s finally happening.

In the operating room itself, there are only three people, besides Wrath: Dr. Crusher, Dr. Keller, and the Vision, in case they run into any issues with Wrath’s cybernetic implants. However, for those who wish to watch the surgery, there is a small observation lounge looking down into the OR, where you are welcome to stay and watch. The two doctors and Vision are all covered head to toe in scrubs, masks, and gloves, while Wrath lies prone on the operating table, with cushions supporting her neck and hips, and her limbs securely strapped in to keep her safely in position. An IV delivers her pain meds and anesthesia. Gently, Beverly kneels in front of an already fading Wrath and places a respirator over her face. “All right, Wrath, ready? I’m going to count backwards from ten. 10, 9, 8…”

Hours later, Beverly has successfully removed the shattered ports, working from her experience with Borg implants. It’s delicate, tedious work, but she never falters, her hands steady throughout. If there was any doubt as to her surgical skills before, there can be none now. Afterwards, Wrath is back in traction in the recovery room. She may still be a little drowsy, but no doubt she will welcome visitors.

((ooc: this is a catch-all post for anything relating to Wrath's surgery, especially post-op, for anyone who is involved either as a friend or as another healer))

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[wolfehawke]

[It's been about a day and a half since the surgery when Adalwolfe peeks into recovery, just his head and shoulders through the door to hide what he's brought with him.]

Psst. Wrath, are you awake?

[He whispers it, not wanting to wake her if she's dozing.]

[pain_train]

[As luck would have it, she's awake! Just looking at stuff on the network to keep herself entertained. And look, a visitor! Visitors always make her smile. Adalwolfe especially, even if he is wearing all his clothes this time.]

Hey!

[wolfehawke]

Hey yourself.

[He smiles broadly and steps inside, bringing the small basket from behind his back around front. It's laden with all sorts of exotic flowers and pleasant smelling branches from the planet below. One of the flowers seems to be fuzzy and moving if she happens to look closely.]

I thought your recovery room could use a little color.

[pain_train]

[You have earned a squee. She loves flowers!]

Real flowers? Oh, those are so pretty! Thank you! Wow... they must have cost a fortune... [Still operating as someone who has grown up in a dome her whole life, where real flowers are a Very Big Deal.]

...why is one of the flowers moving? Do flowers move on this planet? That's so cool!

[wolfehawke]

[He smiles but doesn't correct her about their cost, even if it had only been a few acrons. He doesn't want to be gauche.]

Actually, this little guy isn't a flower so much as someone to keep you company.

[Hawke reaches over and plucks the floral looking slug from the stem its crawling up.]

You can name it whatever you like. There's a small kit in the bottom of the basket for growing the stuff it likes to eat, and a rock to grow it on, but otherwise it doesn't need much to care for.

[pain_train]

[Even bigger squee.]

It's so cute!

[She gently pets the slug.] You're so sweet. Thank you! I'll have to think of a really good name...

[wolfehawke]

I've been calling it Fluffernoodle.

[Never let Hawke name anything.]

[pain_train]

Fluffernoodle! That's perfect! And then it can be Fluffy or Fluffer or Noodle or-- all kinds of nicknames! You're the best!

[wolfehawke]

[He chuckles at her reaction.]

Finally, someone who understands my naming brilliance. I had a Mabari named Ser Drools you know.

[Who he named when he was eleven, but he hasn't lost the knack for stupid names. Clearly.]

[pain_train]

Aw, was he a cute drooly boy?

I had a kitten named Jellybean. I wanted to name her Princes Stabdeath Snugglepaws, but Maine said no because he's a giant poop. But no one stopped me from naming my fox Officer Snuggles!

[wolfehawke]

The cutest and the drooliest. Anders would get so frustrated at him drooling all over his papers, but if the man had just cleaned them up instead of leaving them all over the blighted place.

[He chuckles at the memory.]

I don't see what's wrong with the name Stabdeath Snugglepaws other than it describes basically every cat I've ever met.

You have a fox?

[pain_train]

But that's the best, what a cutie! Yeah, if he didn't want drool on his stuff, he should have kept it away from the pupper!

[She giggles.]

Well, she did have the best little jellybean toes. But Maine wanted to name her Helmet. I don't even know.

Yeah! We got him on the snowy planet. Um. [She whistles, and in comes Officer Snuggles, wearing his little tactical fox vest. What a happy, fluffy, arctic fox.]

[wolfehawke]

Right? I kept telling him to keep his things on the desk, that Drools is an intelligent boy and would leave it alone there, but the pages were everywhere. What does he expect?

[Hawke waves his arms about it for a moment, still clearly amused at the anecdote despite the pang he has about that life lost.

It's easily forgotten as a fox wearing clothes marches into the room. Hawke has to cover his mouth with his hands to keep himself from making undignified noises.]

He's adorable!

[pain_train]

Cute, drooly puppies are just gonna do what they're gonna do!

[Wrath grins.]

He's the best! And he's super smart, too. He knows all kinds of commands. Like kisses! And kill.

[wolfehawke]

Ah yes, the two most important commands. Before 'drop it' and 'off the table you mangy beast'

[He grins broadly down at the fluffy fox, then has a thought.]

He's not going to eat your slug, is he?

[pain_train]

We're still working on find.

[Hm. She considers this.]

I'd better make sure he knows Fluffernoodle isn't food. He hasn't tried to eat anything he's not allowed to in a while...

[wolfehawke]

Best to make sure, yeah. Wouldn't want to find it halfway down the fox's gullet one morning.

[He tilts his head at the fox.]

You hear that? Friend, not food.

[pain_train]

Oh no, that would be super upsetting. But Snuggles is a good boy, I'll make sure he understands.

[From Snuggles, just a vulpine grin.]

[wolfehawke]

Good, good.

[He smiles at Wrath, though he has doubts about the fox's intentions. He won't voice them now, though.]

Now I wish I could stay longer, but I have a job I need to get to down on planet. Is there anything you'd like for me to pick up for you and bring by later?

[pain_train]

Um... okay this is dumb, but could you find me a pretty bathing suit? Someone chewed mine up before he learned what no meant.

[Snuggles don't care.]

[wolfehawke]

A bathing suit?

[He doesn't exactly blush, but that's certainly not a request he was expecting and he's taken off guard by her trusting him with something like that all of a sudden.]

Well I- Uh. I'll see what I can find, certainly.

[pain_train]

[She figures strippers know how to pick out good ones. Hopefully sparkly ones!]

Thank you! I'll pay you back. Captain Vision said he's going to give me an allowance for the planet.

[wolfehawke]

[You dance around shirtless one time...]

Oh, don't worry about payment. I got it.

[He waves that off and then does flush just a little, needing to ask something in order to fulfill her request properly.]

But, uh... what's... I mean, they come in different sizes, so...

[(H)Awkwarrdddd.]

[pain_train]

Oh, okay!

I'll write down my measurements. And my boobs are like... about a B. [Absolutely zero shame.] You're the best.

[wolfehawke]

[That is not how they do sizing in Thedas wow he's just gonna... nod. Awkwardly. And start for the door.]

Just. Um. Text them, I guess. To the thing.

[Device. Texty video... Uh..]

Communicator.

[Smooth.]

I'll send you pictures of what I find and you can tell me if you like it.

[Better. See? He can be an adult about this.]