mingle a little Mor tonight

[catamite]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: The wonderful world of Mor, nearby way-stations, and ships!
When: The first week or so of arrival

[this is it-- Atroma's surprise vacation stay for you all! it's time to explore, speculate, relax, and totally behave yourselves. right?

how are you all dealing with the ever-so-educational volcano? have you played around with the visual toggle on those collars yet? aren't they cool? aren't these peasant clothes rad? if you haven't had a decent meal since Abeo, maybe you could afford some of that authentic farm-raised meat they have here. historical!

I bet you're all excited and completely thrilled to be here! who wouldn't be? ...so, make some discoveries, make some friends, and have fun!]

Comments

[misconceived]

[ Chris groans, turning his head away from the hand on his neck. His head is killing him. Smells and sounds and touch all a bit too sensitive. ]

Nngh. Yeah.

[dancingmd]

[She frowns]

You don't look well. Can you move? Our ship has a sickbay where I could help you better than out here.

[misconceived]

[ That gets an amused sound out of Chris before he decides that's a bad idea too. ]

So's mine. Ugh... [ He slowly tries to sit up, eyes not even opening and it's pretty clear he's in pain. That instant knockout for shimmering outside the radius has definitely left the mother of all headaches. ] I think... I'm okay.

[dancingmd]

[She purses her lips. He isn't brushing her off that easily.]

No, you're not. And even think of arguing with me, I'm a doctor.

[misconceived]

[ He leans, places himself against the wall now that he's upright and the world is wobbling on its axis. ]

Yeah? Certified and everything?

[dancingmd]

[She holds out her hands, ready to catch him if need be. She smirks.]

I should say so. I'm the chief medical officer aboard the flagship of an interplanetary fleet of starships and former head of said fleet's entire medical division. When I tell you you need medical attention, I know what I'm talking about.

[misconceived]

[ Well, she's beaten him to the punch of asking about who certified her anyway. If nothing else, Chris is used to getting up from a beating so he's in pain and a bit disoriented but he knows how to stay up. Reluctantly he cracks open an eye to take a look at her. ]

I think... my augment just overloaded or something. Last I knew, we couldn't do anything about those with our labs. [ There's a slight grin on his lips. ] I'm not certified, but guess what they stuck me with.

[dancingmd]

[Seeing the state he's in, she's glad she listened to ELN and didn't try to remove her own augment.]

They certainly do seem to be stocking up on us in the labs. I haven't had any luck either with the augments. But we can at least get you some pain medication, basic as it is.

[She points an admonishing finger at him.]

And rest.

[misconceived]

[ Chris rolls his eyes — tries to, anyway. ]

Ow. Seriously, I'll be fine, just... [ He lets his eyes close against the throbbing of his head. ] Well, glad you're the one who found me, anyway.

[dancingmd]

[She looks slightly alarmed at the implication there.]

I'm glad I found you too, but why... is someone trying to hurt you?

[Besides, you know, the people who run this planet.]

[misconceived]

[ Okay that gets a wry smile and he almost shakes his head. ]

No, not hurt me. My dad would probably kill me, though.

[dancingmd]

[Please tell her you don't mean that literally.]

... Is your father Cole, by chance?

[misconceived]

[ Thankfully, no, though Cole might rip someone to shreds for trying to hurt Chris... He pauses at the question, head tilting to the side against the wall he's leaning on. ]

Uh... yeah. You've met him?

[dancingmd]

Not in person, yet. He was very kind to me the first day I was here, though.

[misconceived]

[ Wait, what? Mr. Mighty Belthazor who trolls the network was nice to a new arrival? Huh. ]

Nice. Okay. He mentioned me?

[dancingmd]

He said he had a son here, and considering that most of us are here alone, I guessed that he was probably your father. He never told me your name though. I'm Dr. Crusher.

[She waits expectantly.]

[misconceived]

Oh... Yeah, okay, that's really obvious when you put it like that. [ He lets his eyes close again because lights still hurt. ] Chris Halliwell.

[dancingmd]

[Her brow furrows with worry. He's still clearly in a lot of pain, but she doesn't have a medkit on her and making him walk back to the ships right now is not a good idea, nor does she trust that he will stay put if she leaves to get medication. She keeps her voice low and soothing as she talks.]

Listen, Chris, it's clear you don't want me interfering, but I promise I won't ask you anything that isn't related to your medical care. I just want to make sure you're all right. Do you think you can make it to that bench over there? I'll stay with you until your headache clears up. We don't have to talk at all if you don't want to. Deal?

[misconceived]

[ How does one deal with a doctor? Chris has no idea, he's literally lived around miracle worker healers all his life. This is weird. ]

That's... not even an offer, is it. You are staying. [ For a moment, he considers the utterly stupid idea of shimmering over to the bench or away so she stops worrying or something like that, but no. Shimmering is kind of what got him into this mess. ] All right. Let me just...

[ Using the wall as support, he starts pulling himself to his feet. ]

[dancingmd]

[The corner of Beverly's mouth twitches. Glad he's figured out that much. Starfleet doctors are notorious for their pestering abilities. Her arms hover around him, in case he needs help.]

Don't move too quickly. If you need to sit back down let me know.

[misconceived]

[ He weakly bats her hand away. Even if he's in pain, his pride as a demon and son of a Charmed One is too strong. He's gonna make it to that bench!! ]

I can do it.

[ With some effort, he shuffles over to the aforementioned bench and sets himself down into it. He leans forward to rest his arms along his legs and bends his head. ]

See?

[dancingmd]

[With great effort, she avoids rolling her eyes. He's almost as stubborn as Jean-Luc.]

Good.

[She sits down next to him, and, without touching anything, examines his augment.]

Hmm, the area around your augment is a little swollen, but nothing too serious I don't think.

[misconceived]

[ Chris tilts his head to give her a sidelong look. ]

Guess that's what happens when you break their rules. But... no, never mind.

[ It just seems weird to him that Atroma's augments are tied into this planet's rule enforcement. Shouldn't it have come through the necklace or something instead? ]

Sure you don't have anything better to do?

[dancingmd]

You know, [Resting one forefinger on her chin] I never have been able to figure out why so many people have this... [Now spreading both hands] Thing about doctors. I'm simply here to help.

[misconceived]

You just said you were going to sit here. [ What? It's true. ] Besides, it's not really something you can help, anyway.