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Who: Ravi Chakrabarti and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: HS Marsiva
When: Pre-shuffle!

[When Ravi wakes up in a completely unfamiliar bunk, his first thought is that he's been whisked back to the zombie camp with the unmentionable name and is about to have a bevy of overenthusiastic, purple gorilla nurses descend upon him. But as the minutes tick by uneventfully, he decides to brave the unknown to explore his surroundings and - despite the perplexities of his current situation - is visibly delighted by everything he sees. When he finally gets the hang of the communicator, his hands are actually shaking from the excitement of it all, making his image a little blurry onscreen.]

Apparently I'm in space! Which is actually pretty bloody brilliant! It's a definite upgrade from my previous zombie camp escapade, let me tell you, but I have so many questions!

[He looks like he's about to start rambling for hours on end, but manages to visibly reel himself in first. It's probably best to start with the basics.]

I'm Dr. Ravi Chakrabarti and I suppose this makes me a new member of this fleet, if there is a fleet. Which I'm pretty sure there is since I'm just about one hundred percent certain I could see other ships from the viewing area.

[A huge grin breaks out over his face as he mentally processes this again.]

I'm part of a fleet and I'm broadcasting in space! I mean, look, I'm obviously not thrilled about being displaced from home again, but if it has to happen, at least I'm on an actual, honest-to-God spaceship! And if anyone can provide some information on why exactly I'm in space, I'd be much obliged. Don't get me wrong, I could only have ever dreamed about all this robotic medical equipment in the last place, but at least the gorilla nursing staff was a bit more communicative.

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Excellent, that makes us colleagues! And how should I be referring to you, in the off-chance that we end up sharing a patient?

Edited 2016-09-25 03:58 (UTC)

Hopefully it doesn't come to that, but my name's Hank McCoy. Just Hank's fine, only my students call me "doctor". Do you have a preference?

[Ravi's mind is a soundtrack of "Whoop, there it is!" Another member of the X-Men! Be still his geeky heart!]

So... Hank! I'll call you Hank then! And Ravi's fine, I leave all the "doctor" stuff at work, you know? Don't want to be defined by the job and all that! I'm sure you understand, not being restricted by a certain image, etcetera, etcetera...

[He realizes he's rambling and he is powerless to stop it.]

[being more than familiar with the rambling habit, Hank happily allows him to. Ramblers gotta stick together]

I definitely understand. [oh boy does he] It's a little too formal for me, and I'm really more a geneticist than a proper doctor, but - [he shrugs with a wry smile]

In any case, it's a pleasure to meet you, Ravi. Welcome to the fleet.

Thanks, Hank.

[Hank! Hank McCoy! Who he's on first name basis with!]

Nah, that still makes you a proper doctor in my books! I get all sorts of comments about how I'm not a real doctor, what with my time in the CDC and now working in the medical examiner's office. But I chalk that up to all that sleep-deprivation those "real" doctors suffer from.

Do you really get comments like that? That's one of the more ridiculous things I've heard. [that tops the gorillas, honestly] Sleep deprivation is a good reason.

What sort of work did you do with the CDC?

Alright, so maybe it was just twice. And mostly during the point in time where they kicked me out of the CDC for my warnings about man-made plague and biological warfare. But still, [He thumps his chest dramatically for effect] it hurt!

But aren't those . . . legitimate concerns? [the latter certainly is, and the former isn't entirely impossible, either] That makes no sense.

Thank you. Finally, someone who understands! It's really an inevitability, right? And what good is a CDC department that prefers to stick their heads in the sand and ignores all the warning signs?! It's rubbish, is what it is!

I've found that federal agencies tend to look the other way until something comes along that benefits them in some way. It's complete rubbish, I'm sorry they kicked you out.

Ah well, I've moved onto different pastures, and I haven't completely forsaken by CDC roots, at the very least. And I think history will prove me right, sadly.

Mm, sadly. What sort of work do you do now?

I got a job at the medical examiner's office with the Seattle PD.

That's impressive. [and he means it, too] Though I can't imagine it's easy work, either. Not - that the CDC seems to be, but -

It's not everyone's cup of tea, but my resident and I are able to help people get some semblance of justice, and I think that's important.

[He lowers his voice a little.]

We're also running a small side project.

It's a necessary job. [he nods his agreement] And absolutely important.

[he blinks, head tilting a little curiously]

A . . . side project?

I'd actually love to get your input on it, with your background in genetics and everything, but it's a... sensitive topic.

[He raises his eyebrows to emphasize just how sensitive it is!]

It's probably best discussed in person.

[he takes things like this very seriously. He nods]

I don't know how much input I can offer, but I'd be happy to hear about it.

I'm on the Blameless, so you're more than welcome to come over when you're shuffled.

Yeah? That's great! Once I get all settled in we'll set something up!

[GONNA TALK SCIENCE WITH HANK MCCOY!!!]

I'll look forward to it.

[GONNA TALK SCIENCE YEAY]

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