USS Excalibur Sim Log - 07.05.15

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: Sitrep: not good. The Vauban's team has been stranded on the hatchery with a busted ship. Commander Admiran is having a bit of a personality disjunction as a result of having the ship "personality" removed from him; the Doctor is doing her best. Kitty is working on downloading as much of the Scorpiad files as he can, while also keeping balls in the air with the rest of the team. Ithene, Will, Klein and Jas are seeing if they can use what appear to be replicant goo to make replacement parts for our broken ship, while Hunter has a rash breaking out after an encounter with said goo in raw form.

 

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> BEGIN SIM

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> BEGIN SIM

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> BEGIN SIM

 

Hunter Matheson -> # +COM+ Uh... say, guys?

Hunter Matheson -> # ::watching it creep up his arm::

Rhan K'hal -> +Hunter+ Still having issues, Mr. Matheson?

Jas -> @ ::looking a little perplexed:: So now what?

Hunter Matheson -> # +COM+ ...about that goo?

Hunter Matheson -> # +COM+ It might be a good idea to stay away from it...

Tandaris Admiran -> ::apparently losing his mind::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Scanning Tandy again as she continues to deal with the personality disorder.::

Hunter Matheson -> # ::begins to scratch::

Rhan K'hal -> +Hunter+ Unless you want to get out behind the Vauban and push we sort of need it. What's the problem?

William Chocox -> @Well, if we can figure out the density we need, we might be able to do something with this.

Hunter Matheson -> # ::itch itch itch:::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::grimacing in pain, face slackens as he undergoes another shift::

Hunter Matheson -> # +COM+ I got this rash creeping up my arm from contact with it. Not sure what it is, but it's red and it itches and it... moving?

Tandaris Admiran -> ::looks around:: Whoa.

Rhan K'hal -> :: shakes head ::

Jas -> @ ::blinks:: I'm security personnel, not a Scorpiad. Just, ah, point and tell me what to do.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::goes over to the nearest wall, touches it::

Maryse Dubois -> Easy does it. ::holds up her hands.:: Can you tell me your name?

Rhan K'hal -> +Hunter+ The Doc is up in the command nexus. Can you make your way up here or do you want a transport?

Hunter Matheson -> # ::tromps aft to the emergency kit:: +COM+ If you got a transport, that would be nice.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::turns to Maryse, big wide grin:: This is amazing.

William Chocox -> @Commander? You're more knowledgeable than I at this at the moment.

Tandaris Admiran -> This feels so real.

Maryse Dubois -> Uh, sure...

Hunter Matheson -> # ::opening the locker, pulls out the kit and flips it open, looking for itch cream, anti-rash cream, whatever::

Tandaris Admiran -> I mean, I've had some awesome trips before.

Rhan K'hal -> +Hunter+ Stand by for transport... not sure how these Scorpiad transporters feel so hold onto your butt.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> Well, now we just need to figure out what we need to make our ship work and how dense we can get this stuff. It isn't going to be a sub for metal, but we can maybe fabricate some of the Vauban's guts.

Tandaris Admiran -> But this ::spreads arms:: beats them all.

Hunter Matheson -> # ::deep breath and a cringe, holding the med kit::

Rhan K'hal -> :: heads over to the transporter panel, locks onto Hunter in the Vauban, and initiates transport, magically removing his # in the process ::

Maryse Dubois -> Who are you?

Tandaris Admiran -> ::momentary frown:: I don't remember what I took … but it must have been good stuff.

Hunter Matheson -> ::materializes dressed in a worker's coveralls and over-sized work boots::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::bounds towards Maryse:: Oh, I'm sorry. Manners. Even with hallucinations.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Lt. Klein> ::Glances to Jas.:: I think we need to explore the other part of the station and see if they have anything else we might be able to use. Feel up for a stroll?

Hunter Matheson -> ::his eyes open, he exhales, and looks around:: It worked?

Tandaris Admiran -> ::bows:: Algene Admiran, at your service.

Hunter Matheson -> ::whew::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::sees Hunter materialize:: Whoaaaaaa.

Tandaris Admiran -> Best. Trip. Ever.

Maryse Dubois -> Hi. I'm Maryse Dubois, Doctor.

Rhan K'hal -> Give the Doc a moment, she's dealing with Admiran number... four or five? I'm losing count.

Jas -> @ ::raises an eyebrow at Klein with a grin:: Aren't I always, Lieutenant? ::gestures somewhat theatrically for Klein to lead the way::

William Chocox -> @ Well, someone somewhere has a list of what we need, we've been working on the Vauban for the better part of the day.

Hunter Matheson -> ::Admiran:: Yes, sir. Works pretty well, that transporter.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::sways slightly:: Oh.

Tandaris Admiran -> Feeling a little dizzy now.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::sits down:: Probably should just … wait this out.

Hunter Matheson -> ::still clutching the med kit, he relaxes and continues to hunt through it for some kind of itch cream::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: You might. Admiran is injured and all of it's past lives are emerging.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> Why don't you pull it from the Vauban's computer? You can probably access it from here. ::Looks to Klein and Jas.:: Don't get lost, now.

William Chocox -> @Alright...let me try...got it!

Hunter Matheson -> ::then catches the convo between Admiran and the doc::

Maryse Dubois -> You just relax for a while. It seems I need to help someone else. ::Looks to Rhan.:: Keep an eye on him.

William Chocox -> @::pulls up the list of what they need, which is distressingly long::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Walks over to Hunter.:: What seems to be the problem?

Rhan K'hal -> :: peeks at the rash on Hunter :: You got that by touching the repligoo?

Rhan K'hal -> :: Maryse :: Will do... hopefully none of the hosts didn't like felinoids.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> ::Nods to Ithene and walks out with Jas, heading further down the corridor, away from the Vauban.:: Keep your eyes peeled and your tricorder out. We're looking for metallic signatures.

Hunter Matheson -> ::shows his left arm, covered with a rash that is creeping up to his neck::says to both doc and Rhan:: Yes, sir.. ma'am.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::giggles:: Past hosts? Silly.

Tandaris Admiran -> I wish I had some previous hosts' memories.

Hunter Matheson -> Had to strip my uniform off to get rid of the darned thing it was so hard. Like a cocoon..

Jas -> $ ::to Klein as they head down the hallway:: When have we ever gotten lost? Except for that one time on Moban V... and that other abandoned colony... ::gets out tricorder and starts scanning::

Hunter Matheson -> Wait. Repligoo?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> (Hunter, door number 1, 2, or 3? )

Hunter Matheson -> 7

Tandaris Admiran -> ::eyes widen at Rhan:: You are a GIANT TALKING CAT.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Turns to Tandy:: Then you are the first?

Rhan K'hal -> Yes, I am.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::Rhan:: YOU ARE ADORABLE.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ( Door number 7? Hmmm, that's a trap door. Heh Heh heh. )

Maryse Dubois -> ::Looks back at Hunter.:: Have you touched anything with that arm?

Hunter Matheson -> ::hearing Tandaris, yeah, he's in another dimension, maybe a dream?:::

Hunter Matheson -> Yes, ma

Tandaris Admiran -> I am totally going to paint you when I come down.

Rhan K'hal -> Why thank you. Just don't ask me to purr, I don't have the right biology for that.

William Chocox -> @I really wish this was a shorter list.

Hunter Matheson -> Yes, ma'am. Hit up against the goo that's on the outside of an egg, then slipped and fell in it.

Hunter Matheson -> (I always choose 7)

Maryse Dubois -> ::Scan his arm, frowning.::

Rhan K'hal -> So you're an artist? Does the... chemical assistance help you with your creativity?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> ::Glances over his shoulder and sighs.:: Yes, well... it could be worse. Got any ideas on what we could reasonably replace?

Hunter Matheson -> ::as he watches the doc:: Then I tried to get it off, and it started to harden.

William Chocox -> @::looks over the list:: Hm...maybe...don't know...need my body...maybe this...

Hunter Matheson -> Had to strip off my uniform. It's hanging in the Vau.

William Chocox -> @ ::is labeling the various pieces::

Hunter Matheson -> Think it's gonna get worse if I scratch?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> Ha! Don't tell her that. ::Scans the corridor, but it is just more of the same with biomatter surrounding them. They reach the unexplored part of the hatchery and the squishy door squishes open.::

Rhan K'hal -> :: as usual, keeping his ears on a swivel, hears what Hunter has to say to Maryse ::

Maryse Dubois -> Yes, don't touch it.

Hunter Matheson -> ::lips purse::

Maryse Dubois -> As a matter of fact, don't touch anything at all. Especially with that arm.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::blinking, massages head:: Mmm, I really don't feel well now.

Hunter Matheson -> Ooooh..kay.

Hunter Matheson -> So I'm contagious?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> Hunter's rash starts to develop purplish spots, starting at his hand.

Jas -> $ Yeah, well... ::eyes door cautiously:: I don't think I'll ever get used to those. Hey, I think I've got something ::holds up tricorder which is displaying a very faint signal::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::head snaps up, body tenses, seems more alert::

Rhan K'hal -> +Goo Room+ K'hal to Ithene. Looks like that goo isn't great for one's skin... or anything else. So if you were having any thoughts of playing with it I wouldn't recommend it.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Reaches into her own kit, pulling out a hypo.:: Possibly

Hunter Matheson -> ::watching his hand::

Rhan K'hal -> :: eyes snap back to Admiran ::

Hunter Matheson -> Huh. Weird.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::stands, jumps back, surveying room::

Tandaris Admiran -> Where am I?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> +K'hal+ We weren't, but thanks for the heads up. Just a note -- the processed stuff seems fine. No reactions to the touch.

Hunter Matheson -> ::Doc:: So, yeah... it's not a good idea to make contact with that goo...

Maryse Dubois -> ::Injects it into his unaffected arm.:: This will at least help with the itch. ::Pulls out a wrap, handing it to Hunter.:: Wrap your arm in this for now.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::studying them:: Caitian and humans imply Federation contact … but this appears to be some kind of organic superstructure.

Rhan K'hal -> Stuck in a space station built by a species you've never heard of in the Gamma Quadrant. No biggie.

Rhan K'hal -> :: nods :: Good eye.

Hunter Matheson -> ::fumbles with it, then begins to wrap, one-handed:: Thanks, ma'am.

William Chocox -> @Ok...with what I can remember about engineering, I think these are the items we can replace. ::shows her the list::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::Rhan:: Let's say that's true for a moment. Why don't I have any memory of coming here?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> ::Eyes Will in her body.:: I'd forgotten how awesome that suit makes my butt look. And that cute little furrow between my brows when I'm thinking about stuff.

William Chocox -> @You're...welcome?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> ::Eyes Jas' signal and flicks his chin at a right-hand corridor.:: Down there, maybe? Let's go have a look.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: I'm afraid it's all I can do for the moment. I'm running short on supplies, and this may be something I need my full lab on.

Tandaris Admiran -> ((You're just so HAWT, Will. Own it.))

Rhan K'hal -> There was an incident involving the symbiont, your isoboromine levels are low and your memory is actually coming out of the symbiont to control the host body.

Hunter Matheson -> ::nods to the doc, continuing to wrap:: It'll be fine, Doc. Not to worry.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> ::Gets really close and eyes his list. Something in her Will-thene brain clicks and she touches several options, highlighting them.:: Those look right. And the fluids, too. We just need to download the molecular makeup of those materials and program them into the eggs.

Jas -> $ ::nods to Klein and strides down the hall:: Still, that whole debacle on Moban V was definitely your fault ::keeps one eye on the tricorder::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::fixes Rhan with a sceptical stare:: Really.

Tandaris Admiran -> That seems like an unlikely story.

William Chocox -> @And I forgot how good of an engineer I actually am.

Rhan K'hal -> So is being on an organic construct of a space station, and yet here you are.

William Chocox -> @With your permission?

Tandaris Admiran -> I find it more likely that I've been captured. ::smacks fist against his palm:: Which means I screwed up somewhere.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Try and relax for now, and remember not to touch anything for the moment.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> Hunter's purple splotches start to ooze a foul-smelling liquid that makes the skin itch even more. That rash is still spreading, now across his chest and up his neck.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Thinking she's going to have a full sickbay when this is all done.::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::suddenly gasps and doubles over in pain::

Hunter Matheson -> ::moves away from the group, watching the thing grow::

Rhan K'hal -> :: muzzle curls in disgust at the new smell originating from Hunter ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> Sure, let's give it a shot. I'll help. ::Stands over next to the console, her/his hip jutted out in a very Ithene-way.::

Maryse Dubois -> Oh...::Steps back a bit.::

William Chocox -> @I never thought my hip would be able to pop like that.

Hunter Matheson -> ::gritting his teeth, fighting the urge to scratch, calling on his SERE training::

William Chocox -> @ ::starts downloading the molecules::

Rhan K'hal -> Easy, just relax and sit down. We're doing everything we can for you in our limited circumstances, you shouldn't exert yourself.

Maryse Dubois -> Try not to move much. :;Sighs as she grabs her tricorder.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> Sorry, I don't remember it that way. ::Smirks.:: Privilege of rank. How many meters now?

Rhan K'hal -> :: Maryse :: Are we going to have to quarantine him? :: head tilts to Hunter ::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Brings up its memory files from the station download.:: I'm checking to see if I can find something in the Scorpiad database.

Maryse Dubois -> Quarantine with what?

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> ::Grabs her/his butt and gives it a squeeze.:: You're muscular definition isn't bad for being an engineer, though you could use a few sit ups. ::Pats her/his stomach.::

Rhan K'hal -> Greg's little 'abode' is still available.

Jas -> $ ::grunts:: You don't remember anything... when it's convenient ::points ahead to the end of the corridor:: Right there, not much further.

Hunter Matheson -> ::turning the creed over in his mind, repeatedly::

William Chocox -> @It's probably the junk food replacing a real meal during shift. Easier to eat elbows deep into a EPS conduit.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::moaning slightly from pain:: Unnggghhh, what's happening?

Hunter Matheson -> ::moves farther from the group, the team, preserving the whole::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> Mysteriously, the rash stops spreading, but Hunter begins to have the most fascinating hallucinations.

Rhan K'hal -> :: opens tricorder to scan Admiran, hoping the tricorder is rather specific about anything that might be happening because this particular K'hal isn't the one with the M.D. ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::sits, trying to get a grip::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Looking up to Hunter from the tricorder. Frowns.:: I'm having trouble finding something on this.

Hunter Matheson -> ::psychedelic colors, wave upon wave, like the aurora borealis as the itch magnifies::

Rhan K'hal -> :: Maryse :: Let's switch Doc, Admiran's having issues more in your line of work and I'm better at computers.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Turns to Tandy.:: How are his isoboromin levels?

Hunter Matheson -> ::gritting his teeth to keep from screaming::I will not disgrace my proud heritage.. on time..on target.. never quit:::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ ACTION> Klein and Jas find another storage bay, though this one was extremely large and contained a dozen different types of ships, all small shuttle-sized spacecraft, and all of them a different configuration, from a different species of space-faring people from the GQ. They're in rough shape, with pieces of the hull missing like they'd been dissected, and none are space-worthy.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Moves over to Tandy.::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::sweating profusely, not doing great::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> Hunter can now smell colors.

Hunter Matheson -> :::colors swirl around him, faces of those lost::

Rhan K'hal -> :: swaps places with Maryse, uses the station's multi-pathway neural data storage for all it's worth to look for anything useful from her search parameters ::

Jas -> $ And next time we end up stranded on a -- ::sees the hangar:: Whoah.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> ACTION> And taste emotions.

Hunter Matheson -> ::synesthesia sets in::

Maryse Dubois -> ::Kneels to Tandy, scanning the symbiont.::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> So what do you want to try first? I reckon we're going to have to make several attempts before we get the densities right.

Rhan K'hal -> :: mutters

Rhan K'hal -> :: ...about how 85% of the medical data in the system is about the bloody ships ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> ::Whistles.:: I don't think they've collected these for flying. Looks like an engineering experiment.

Maryse Dubois -> :;Frowns at the results.::

Rhan K'hal -> :: gets a hit, frowns at the results ::

William Chocox -> @Something from the propulsion system?

Hunter Matheson -> ::puke::

Rhan K'hal -> :: then frowns some more from the vomit ::

Jas -> $ ::wanders into the hangar, following the signal from his tricorder:: Let's see if we can do something about continuing that tradition..

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> Okay, let me see the structure. If we use both our brains, we should be able to make it work. I'm good... or I was good... you're current brain is good.... at molecular structuring.

Tandaris Admiran -> ::not really coherent or focusing any more::

William Chocox -> @Alright. ::brings it up, fiddling with the makeup:: This looks about right...

Hunter Matheson -> ::shivering from the strain::

Rhan K'hal -> :: Maryse :: Based on our similar expressions neither of us is seeing good news right now.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> Some of this might work, though I don't recognize any of the ship designs except that one, which is a Vorta vessel. I think that one might be Al-Ucard.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Thinks back on something Admiran's doctor persona said about other chemicals. She searches in her kit for what few vials she had left. Pulling one out she glances at it.:: Like a bandaid over a knife wound, but it will buy a brief amount of time... ::Sets it in the hypo, and taps a few setting on it. once satisfied, she injects Tandy, close to the symbiont area.::

Tandaris Admiran -> ::grunts, but stops shuddering::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ Ithene> Alright, let's give it a shot. ::Helps him program the egg and adjusts for greater density.:: Start the run cycle.

Jas -> $ I'd want to take a closer look and see exactly what they were doing if I didn't want to get out of here and find that bug Greg as soon as possible ::signal on the tricorder is getting stronger::

William Chocox -> @Running. ::starts the process::

Hunter Matheson -> ::watching his body, his brain deteriorate, it's hard to focus::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> Agreed. Are you reading metallic structure that's close to what we use?

Rhan K'hal -> Okay, Doc. This is what I found. The repligoo is an assortment of engineered microbes suspended in a semi-organic medium. The microbes are controlled and use the medium to create whatever is ordered through the system.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> (( Will - heads or tails? ))

Jas -> $ ::nods once:: Yes, we seem to be getting closer to it. Are you reading anything else?

William Chocox -> ((Tails))

Rhan K'hal -> Seems like some of the microbes were activated by Mr. Matheson as he attempted to get the stuff off of him, but without any guidance from the controller it seems they've defaulted to reproductive mode.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> @ ACTION> The Scorpiad replicant finishes the cycle quickly and opens to reveal the part Will wanted, but is still a bit squishy and not dense enough for use on the ship.

Maryse Dubois -> Can you find the controller?

William Chocox -> @I don't think that's how we wanted it.

Rhan K'hal -> Not sure which one he found but the one that Ithene and Will are using should work too.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> $ Lt. Klein> I'm getting pings off several of these things, but nothing we can use. I want to take a look at the insides, though. There might be different materials inside.

Rhan K'hal -> Hope they've figured it out enough how to send the "off" signal or Mr. Matheson is going to be a pile of goo eventually.

Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: I'm not sure if Tandaris is able to move at the moment, but you should see if you can try with them.

Jas -> $ ::takes a breath:: Alright then, onwards we go...

Hunter Matheson -> ::startin' to feel like a pile of something::

Rhan K'hal -> :: nods ::

Hunter Matheson -> ::not sure it's goo, though::

Hunter Matheson -> ::more like a cow chip::

Hunter Matheson -> ::meadow muffin::

 

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne -> END SIM

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