MED_A_Hilbert to ALL

[tarakan]

[ it's Dr. Grumpus, bothering everybody about medical crap again! ]

Now that we have two medical officers awake and have recently returned from an alien planet, basic check-ups will be re-implemented. Check-ups will be BASIC: a P-HYMN-1.A scan, check on bracelet, and basic questions. These are mandatory for all crew members. There are only a handful of us, it is small ship, do not make me come and find you.

There is no set schedule for check-ups yet, as the moment I set schedule, it will inevitably have to be changed thanks to an off-planet visit or emotional manipulation from giant space alien or whatever will be thrown at us. Needless to say, after any ship-wide event affecting all or multiple members of the crew, you will at least undergo basic once-over.

As always, feel free to ask myself or Dr. Baizhu for assistance should you develop pains, unexplained symptoms, or deviance from the norm.

I also would like to thank crew members for continued assistance with the quarantine process involved in providing medicine to Captain Drake. Anyone who wishes to join that roster, please reply here.

I hope that is all. Please do not do anything that gives me cause to make shipwide announcement.

Comments

[itdoesntlikeyou]

[This is going to suck.]

Fuck you.

[If they're going to refuse an order, they might as well make sure that it's a clear refusal - which has the added benefit of getting them the fuck out of here to stare at a wall the way they want (not really want, but they don't want to do that less than they don't want to be doing anything else right now). So they start to roll off the med scanner platform, for good measure.

It turns out they don't have to wait that long to feel the effects of the refusal. Despite the heavy degree of modifications to their legs, they've always moved easily and reliably on them, the mechanical limbs more or less part of their body. Not so right now, when a sudden spasm flashes through them. Instead of stepping away from the scanner, they land hard on one knee, expression set in a tight grimace.

Results are in already, it seems.]

[tarakan]

[ The moment Rin goes down, Hilbert is right at their side. He adjusts his position so that he can help steady Rin, keeping them upright enough that they don't land on the other knee.

Yeah, those are definitely some results. And Rin is absolutely going to be feeling that for the rest of the day, something that (to his credit) Hilbert is a little apologetic about.

He lightly muses, ]

I do not think we will need to check mod tomorrow—unless you want to, of course. Still, I will up dosage of pain medicine.

[itdoesntlikeyou]

[Rin has always disliked casual touch, but they tolerate the support in this moment mostly because trying to jerk away would almost certainly end with them landing on their face. A few moments to adjust to the fact that they just did that, and they struggle to their feet again, leaning into Hilbert's support just long enough that they manage that, before shifting away again into their own personal space.

The floor seems to have stolen all of their attention. Fucking fascinating, the floor. There's scuff marks and scrapes on the deck plating and everything.]

Right. Can I go now?

[It's abrupt and no small measure of rude, but Rin is at the end of their tether. And the last thing they want is to try it and get stabbed in the brain if this nightmare of a mod is going to zap them for it a second time.]

[tarakan]

You are free to go, [ Hilbert says, with a nod. Rin probably wants to lie down or not talk to people or both anyway. Something like this, discovering that you have a mod in your brain that you don't remember getting but exists seemingly solely to curb insubordination...it must be terrifying.

Interesting as hell, of course. Vash and Rin have had changes to their physical form. Why hasn't Hilbert?

Still, if Rin wants to leave, Hilbert's not going to stop them. He's figured out all he needs to for the moment. ]

[itdoesntlikeyou]

[Both sounds fucking great.

Rin doesn't wait for Hilbert to think better of it and give them another order - they're out, on the way towards the door. Later Hilbert can get more readings, they can get that upped dosage, they can figure out what the fuck to do about this.

For now, they need to not. At least until the next shipwide disaster strikes.]