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24th-Jun-2009 02:29 am
Kirk
[[Hey! I'm starting off with the good ol' there's-something-in-the-crew's-bloodstream cliche classic! If you want to request something, please see the off-topic discussion post.]]


Kirk liked talking things through, cataloguing events calmed him; probably something he abused the Captain's Log for and why bartenders would love him if he weren't prone to starting brawls.

"The nature of how the drug works isn't even known to those who use it in medical practice. Whilst harmless to most species and acting as a vaccine for certain strands of flu virus, our science team are currently unable to predict the full effect it has on humans. As we can't trace the origin of the vaccine, we're awaiting results from our own, more advanced research methods, as well as the post-mortem of Ensign O'Brien. For now, the affected members of the landing party and myself remain under observation."

Punching a button, Kirk sighed and lounged back in his Captain's chair, looking out the viewing screen at the planet looming before them. Although the planet's population were able to assimilate the vaccine, the effect on a human body was unknown. They would just have to wait until they could figure out what was actually in this goddamn thing and whether or not it posed a threat to the health of the crew. An Ensign from Engineering, O'Brien, had accidentally shattered a set of vials in transportation. A large enough dose of the vaccine had entered his bloodstream to cause him to have some sort of seizure and collapse. A few of the landing party had come into skin contact with the vaccine, including Kirk himself.

Alright, so Jim did feel a little flustered and warmer than should be expected, but it was probably nothing serious... He just felt the need to exercise it off. He stood and strode across the bridge, tapping surfaces, his thighs. He honestly felt fine. Good, even. Though Kirk was sure Bones would want to hypospray him full of something nasty and cold once he got his hands on him, just in case.
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24th-Jun-2009 01:45 am (UTC)
Rolling his eyes in anticipation of what he'd find when he encountered Jim, McCoy stepped onto the bridge, pulling up the results of O'Brien's autoposy report on his PADD.

"Jim," he muttered, eyes darting across the touchscreen. "O'Brien's C.O.D was hyperthermia. His body temperature skyrocketed so fast, poor bastard was dead before he knew what hit 'im."

Glancing up at his captain, he frowned at the flush settling on Jim's cheeks. He tilted his head, raising an eyebrow as he noticed the apparent inability to stand still. "All right, there?"

Edited at 2009-06-24 11:53 am (UTC)
25th-Jun-2009 12:35 am (UTC)
Turning from his science station when McCoy entered the bridge, Spock was about to comment on the science teams findings when his attention was instead drawn to his captain's apparent discomfort. The corner of his eyebrow stated that he was concerned, folding his hands behind his back.

"Captain, perhaps it would be wise to accompany the doctor to the sickbay? The unique chemical components of the drug are proving more complicated than I had initially predicted."

Though also exposed to the substance he had yet to show any physiological signs. It was unclear if that was because Vulcans were simply immune to its effects, or if they would manifest in different ways.
25th-Jun-2009 12:49 am (UTC)
McCoy eyed Spock for a moment, before turning back to Jim. He jabbed his thumb in the direction of the Vulcan.

"For once I agree with Ol' Pointy Ears over here," he mumbled, shaking his head. Tucking his PADD under his arm, he dropped a hand on Jim's shoulder. "I think we need to get you checked out. You're actin' even more useless and erratic than usual."
25th-Jun-2009 01:22 am (UTC)
"Don't worry, I've had worse hangovers." A lopsided smile of reassurance. All the same, Kirk nodded and headed for the turbolift. He experimentally placed a palm on his feverish brow, turning the action into a discreet ruffle of his hair before turning back round.

"Spock, let me know when you get the analysis of the vaccine."
25th-Jun-2009 01:40 am (UTC)
McCoy waited until the doors to the turbolift snapped shut, before turning an irritated glare on Jim.

"Don't bullshit me," he snapped, maneuvering to face the captain. He raised his hands and cupped Jim's face, frowning when the intense heat reached his fingers.

"Jesus, Jim," he hissed, concern making its way into his tone, "You're burning up."
24th-Jun-2009 03:29 am (UTC)
Being part of the landing party had been an incredible experience. The chance to meet and study the habits and rituals of the people down there was incredible and Alex was sure he'd be able to spend weeks documenting the sociological mores he'd observed.

Something had been spilled on the transporter pad. Not that he'd paid much attention because he wasn't on clean up detail, but a bit of the liquid had smeared on his hand. He'd wiped it off, excused himself and headed to his quarters to enter his research into the computer.

"Computer, lower room temperature by eight degrees." A hand was wiped over a sweating brow and he shook his head to clear it. The data wasn't going to enter itself. And when he finished, he was to report to the bridge with his preliminary report to pass it to the Captain.

Talking to that man still made him nervous. He picked up the PADD he'd been working on and headed for the bridge to turn in his preliminary report. The sooner that was done the sooner he could return to his quarters, or perhaps run a few laps in the forward lounge.
25th-Jun-2009 01:09 am (UTC)
Knitting his eyebrows together, McCoy frowned as he eyed the results of tests Nurse Chapel had run on one of the members of the landing party. He pressed a button on the tricorder, willing for the diagnostics to make some sort of goddamn sense to him as he made his way to medical to see the patient for himself.

"What in blazes..." he mumbled, mind working to recall if he had seen anything similar in med school. "It's almost like-"

He paused as he walked past a cadet and felt a wave of heat at his side. Bringing his head up, he turned and caught sight of one of the new recruits heading to the bridge.

What was his name? Mitch, Michel, Mich-

"Lieutenant," he called instead, when he noticed the rank on the sleeve.

Edited at 2009-06-25 01:10 am (UTC)
25th-Jun-2009 03:46 am (UTC)
Alex stumbled to a stop and turned quickly. "Y- Yes, sir?" It wasn't a yelp. Really. It was more of a manly squeak. He fidgeted, drew his sleeve across his face to wipe away the sweat. His shirt was starting to stain with perspiration, around the neck, down the back.

He fidgeted again, then tried to stand at parade rest. It was difficult when it felt like the ship was tilting wildly from side to side.
25th-Jun-2009 04:05 am (UTC)
McCoy rolled his eyes.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, approaching the lieutenant. He stopped in front of the kid and stared down at him, frowning as he took in the signs he'd come to recognize simply as "Jim and his team's asshat contribution to my medical journals" until he could figure out what the hell was going on and properly document the illness.

He grunted.

"Medical bay. Now."
25th-Jun-2009 04:03 am (UTC)
Sulu was, for once, glad he hadn't been on an away team. Usually he jumped at the chance to analyze new plant life, but he'd been going a lot lately and he supposed it was someone else's turn.

He managed to overcome his disappointment in not getting the assignment when he heard Ensign O'Brien died. Of course, then he had to deal with mild survivor's guilt and the awkward and selfish emotion of it could have been me - I'm glad it wasn't. He reported for his shift on the bridge and watched with concern when the captain was escorted out, flushed and sweating.
25th-Jun-2009 05:17 am (UTC)
Spock had almost followed the other men to the turbo lift but decided he was of better use on the bridge, especially considering the captain's current incapacitation and his important work on the substance. Instead he looked to the helmsman and stated.

"Lieutenant Sulu, waylay orders to Starfleet outpost. If the effects of this vaccine are transferable we can not risk it spreading. Plot course to orbit around nearest uninhabited planet," he stated, turning his attention back to his work.
25th-Jun-2009 05:23 am (UTC)
Chekov had been watching the captain out of the corner of his eye, noting his fever and unable to resist the urge to inch away from the captain's chair. He hadn't been on a landing party just yet, something about his usefulness and no, of course it had nothing to do with his age. At the moment, though, he was glad for his lack of experience. Space really was a scary place, just waiting to gobble him whole.

Chekov cleared his throat and tried to keep his attention on his station, monitoring engines and surrounding planets but his mind kept going back to captain's face, flushed and sweating and suffering from a space disease that was, at the moment, incurable.

Chekov reached up to scratch his face and looked at his hand, see how it was shaking and then forming a fist. He moved his hand back to his lap, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. Space was scary.

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25th-Jun-2009 05:32 am (UTC)
Flushing a little himself, Sulu turned back to his work station with a clipped "Aye, sir." He manipulated the controls until he'd done as the First Officer asked, and then leaned back in his chair with a small sigh.

That was probably the only excitement he'd get until they actually got to said nearest uninhabited planet. This sector was pretty damn empty, which made it pretty damn boring for a pilot. He kept one eye on the sensors and most of his actual concentration on the game of solitaire he was playing in binary. Cards were designated by their number in binary with a letter for clubs, hearts, diamonds, or spades, and no one had to know that he was goofing off at work.

Despite his fiercely engaging game of cards, he wasn't oblivious to his helm-partner. He watched Chekov for a minute before asking, very, very quietly, "You alright?" He could guess pretty well that the ensign wouldn't welcome being patronized for his age - God knew Hikaru had hated it - but a shaky Navigator was no good to anyone.

[[er, replying to both of you, I guess, so that makes the order sulu-spock-chekov for the moment]]
25th-Jun-2009 06:53 am (UTC)
The progress he was making on the subject was distressingly little, despite the extensive equipment at his disposal. He had set a couple of ensigns on gathering local history and data on the vaccine, though the process had been inevitably slower because it all had to be researched remotely through encoded channels. If only he could isolate this chemical strand and compare it to-

His train of thought stopped abruptly as he noted his hand was shaking. Both of them, actually, quite visibly. He stood up from his display monitors as he inspected them, crease forming between his eyebrows, and turned to look at the rest of the bridge to see if anyone else had noticed.
25th-Jun-2009 07:19 am (UTC)
When Sulu addressed him Chekov jumped, very nearly sliding out of his chair but catching himself. He grabbed the console to steady himself and looked over at the helmsman, face flushing in embarrassment. He cleared his throat and looked back down at his hands, biting his lip. He had hoped Sulu wouldn't notice, the last thing he wanted to be thought of by the man was a coward.

He nodded violently, as if he was convincing himself of his own wellness, too.

"Yes, I am fine, thank you, Lieutenant. Just... Didn't get much to eat today." he responded quietly, frowning at his own unconvincing tone. Then he looked up, giving Sulu the most genuine smile he could muster.

"Really, I am fine."
25th-Jun-2009 03:09 pm (UTC)
On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being the worse and 10 being the best, Emily Rose's day so far would count as a 3.

For starters, she was late for her shift. 30 minutes late, in fact. A first for her so she hoped that would catch her a break.

Secondly, she was soaking wet. And cold. Her clothes clung to her in a very uncomfortable way but she was glad she had decided on pants today. She couldn't have handled having her legs bare and soaked. She was shivering enough as it was.

Lastly, she was already exhausted and was sure she'd have a fair amount of bruises by the end of the day.

And up ahead of her was the cause of her so far rotten day. The Ensign she had found on the verge of collapse in the hallway. He was unconscious now, as soaked as she was but with far less bruises, and on a stretcher being pulled by two security officers toward the Medical Bay.
26th-Jun-2009 11:55 am (UTC)
As the turbo lift doors hissed shut behind him, Spock had to step quickly out of the way as a stretcher whizzed past him with apparent urgency. He resisted a mental sigh as he realized by the man's conditions, however briefly he had glimpsed them, proved that there was yet another member of the crew exposed to the vaccine out for the count.

Taking in the rest of the hallway he noted a female nurse standing to the side looking... unpleasantly moist. "Nurse," he stated, walking towards her. "I do believe I may have started showing symptoms from exposure to the vaccine, though admittedly different from those presenting in the human crew members."
26th-Jun-2009 02:11 pm (UTC)
Emily snapped out of her brooding and started in surprise, just now noticing the Vulcan.

"Mr. Spock," She smiled sheepishly, suddenly reminded of her soaked and messy appearance. "Sorry, my mind was wondering... Different Symptoms?"
26th-Jun-2009 05:06 pm (UTC)
Unclasping his hands from behind his back he held them out to her, shaking and jittering as if they might have batteries in them. Completely oblivious to her self consciousness, he stated with his this-situation-is-scientifically-interesting voice, "I also feel much warmer than normal, but as Vulcans do not sweat I had not noticed it as quickly as the others. Do you know if Doctor McCoy is still busy attending to the captain?" He didn't want to interrupt if that were the case.
26th-Jun-2009 05:18 pm (UTC)
Emily took one of Spock's hands and examined it, trying to decipher if the shaking was from nerves, weakness, muscle spasms or some other common ailment.

"The increased temperature fits with the rest," She mutter mostly to herself. "I don't know if Dr. McCoy is busy... I'm late for my shift. Can you tell if you have any other symptoms?"
2nd-Jul-2009 05:51 pm (UTC)
"Thus far, it's been determined that the virus is contracted one of two ways: it can be inhaled, or spread through bodily fluids. This includes injection into the bloodstream." Dusty took a deep breath and continued with his report.
"This does not explain why the aliens would inject themselves with a live virus, nor does it explain why it affects humans so adversely. We'll need blood samples from the other species to know for sure. What we do know is that this virus is highly dangerous, and anyone who plans on coming into contact with the infected should take proper precautions."

Dusty stopped recording and sighed. What good was this information if they couldn't stop the virus? He glanced around the lab. Half the team had become infected in the time they'd been working, and Dusty couldn't reach Captain Kirk on the bridge, and what the fuck was happening? It occurred to him that maybe Doctor McCoy had finally pursuaded Kirk to go to the medical bay. That's it, Dusty decided. He was going to med bay to deliver the reports himself.
3rd-Jul-2009 04:28 am (UTC)
Jason had, predictably, napped through the initial panic that had spread through the ship. On his way to the mess for a long overdue cup of coffee, he gathered from snippets of conversation that the landing party had been exposed to some kind of alien virus. Changing direction, he strolled towards the med bay in search of McCoy - the man was probably halfway to a heart attack by now.
3rd-Jul-2009 04:36 am (UTC)
McCoy barked out a final order to the doctor relieving him as he stepped into the turbolift, feeling his irritation mount. As soon as the doors had snapped shut and he finally had a moment to himself, he closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall, fingers rubbing circles on his forehead.

"Jesus," he mumbled, trying to focus on the growing ache from his migraine and not on the events of the past few hours.
3rd-Jul-2009 04:41 am (UTC)
Jason grinned as the turbolift doors slid open. Slinking quietly up to the doctor, he leaned in close.

"Leo!" he said, louder than was strictly necessary. Smirking, he tugged at McCoy's collar and poked the less-than-subtle hickey on his friend's neck. "Having fun today?"
3rd-Jul-2009 04:46 am (UTC)
McCoy jumped and slammed his head back into the wall in surprise.

"FUCK," he hissed, bringing his hands to his head so it would just stop its goddamn ringing. He focused a glare on Jason and opened his mouth to retort, frowning when Jason's finger hit his neck. "The hell are you on about?"
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