open | first medibay shift

[asafepairofhands]

WHO: Ratchet and you!
WHAT: First shift in the medibay
WHERE: The medibay
WHEN: early in March
WARNINGS: Medical stuff? None otherwise


If you have a reason to come into the medical bay, there's a new face around. Ratchet is acquainting himself with the place, learning where things are, triage protocols, and building a workspace for his ten-foot self over in the corner so he doesn't have to hunch over the tables they already have.

He will also be in his human form, with his ambulance body tucked into a corner, helping to tidy the smaller, regular-sized instruments and supplies that are used regularly.

If he isn't doing that, he'll be sitting and reading up on organic medicine, just in case anybody squishy comes in with an injury of some sort. He knows the real test will be the next kaiju fight, but for now he's just making himself comfortable. Please feel free to disturb him.

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The First Patient

[rebelsamurai]

Johnny is no stranger to nausea, especially given that he spent the most of his time drinking his life away between gigs. It's a miracle Johnny is still alive after consuming so much booze, cigarettes, narcotics, and low-quality food. However, this was not the case during the last forty years. Johnny, who has been magically resurrected after spending what feels like a lifetime trapped inside someone else's head, is beginning to realize that being resurrected like this comes at a price. After nearly collapsing during some rudimentary exercise drills, he decided to pay the medical bay a visit. 

It's a damn shame Milt isn't around. His old ripperdoc was more like a doctor than just a second-rate cyberware technician. The guy used to nag Johnny halfway to death about his drinking and shit, enough to make Johnny want to give him the finger sometimes. However, Milt always knew how to take care of him. It's also a shame that Milt passed long before they could meet again, but maybe that was for the best. After all, he's the reason why Milt's son died during the war.

"Yo, doc?" Johnny gives a half-assed knock on the door before waltzing in. He doesn't even wait for a response. Johnny is dressed like a wannabe frat boy with a plain black hoodie, sweatpants, a red tank top, and his signature black heeled boots. However, he covers the majority of it beneath his dark black shades. His hair is a bit messy-looking, especially since he just came here after training. Thankfully, it's not greasy. As for that messy patchwork of a beard, that's a whole other story.

"Got a minute? I'm having one hell of a day."

[asafepairofhands]

"I do," Ratchet says, eyeing Johnny as he comes in--he looks a mess, but Ratchet is smart enough to not go by appearances. He stands his full ten feet in height, walking over to Johnny and resisting the urge to get down on one knee to put them at a better angle--he already doesn't know a lot about organic medicine, let's not be condescending on top of it.

"How can I help you?"

[rebelsamurai]

Wait, hang on. Is that a ten-foot-tall robot standing before him? It is, isn’t it? Holy shit—

"What the hell are you supposed to be?!" That’s the first question Johnny asks when he sees this enormous robot. Now, he has seen his fair share of bullshit throughout the years but this takes the cake.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He’s already halfway out the door. “Who the fuck are you and where’s the real doc?”

[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet rolls his eyes, but doesn't make an effort to run after Johnny as he backs towards the door.

"I am a doctor," he says, trying not to sound annoyed. "Been one for five million years. My name is Ratchet, I'm new, and I'm settling in here. I can probably help you, if you actually need help, but if you want to wait for an organic doctor there'll be one around eventually. Until then, you're stuck with me."

[rebelsamurai]

"Five million years?" He repeats in utter dismay. There are no chances that this chunk of metal is more than five million years old. That would easily place him among the oldest things in the world, second only to the earth itself. It's an absurd remark that Johnny just can't get his head around. It's simply too ludicrous to fathom, but so is everything about Soulkiller and the Relic project.

"Fuck, and I thought the kaijus were weird enough." He mutters under his breath before letting out a distressed sigh. "Alright, alright! If you're the only doctor around, then fine–" Before he could utter another word, Johnny gets hit with another wave of nausea.

He falls silent for a while, his face scrunched up in misery. Everything is fuzzy and wobbly now, as if he is glitching out. Faint green lines of code emerge everywhere, with streams of numbers and error messages flashing before his eyes. This has happened before, when the Relic began to malfunction in V's body, but he now has no idea what is causing it.

"S-Shit." He clutches his head between his hands.

WELCOME!!!

[gyve]

"I thought the doctor was a cat, not a machine," a young man says from the doorway. He seems—perpetually—unhappy, and in his arms, he carries a medium box of supplies. "You're new, right? I'd remember seeing you around."

Almost mistook the ten-foot-tall something-or-other for a comrade's Gundam, but Destiny is more about laser beams than medical texts. Kaladin doesn't recognize the cover of the one Ratchet's been reading, which piques his interest. This manifests in a craning of his neck as he sets the box down anywhere there's a free section of counter space.

The low-grade scowl, however, remains.

"I'm Kaladin. I heard our stores were running low on a few things, so I brought some from the hospital."

THANK YOU!

[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet has on a semi-permanent frown of his own, so he doesn't take the look on Kaladin's face personally.

"I'm Ratchet," he says, nodding. "I'm new, and I'm getting myself familiar with the place at the moment, since I'll be spending more time here. I've been a doctor for a few million years, mechanical or not, there has to be something useful I can do around here even if I'm not an expert on organic medicine yet." He comes over, looking down into the box and nodding.

"More supplies are always appreciated, thank you."

[gyve]

Real recognize real. The dourness of the medical team can't be understated. Kaladin gives Ratchet's introduction a firm nod.

"You're very welcome. We're lucky to—"

Hands in the box halt in their withdrawing rolls of sealed and sterilized bandages. Their neat organization on the counter is offset by the roll he drops onto the grouping in his surprise.

"Storms, a few million? That's... incredible. You studied for all that time?"

[asafepairofhands]

"Nah, only around a million years in med school. There was a war after that--I learned during it, but I wouldn't call it 'studying.' It ended a little while ago, but that was most of my career." Ratchet picks up the roll of gauze with large, delicate fingertips and sets it neatly with the others.

"Are you a doctor also, or are you just dropping some things off?" he asks.

[gyve]

"Oh, only a million years? Never mind, then, I mistook you for an expert." Feigning disinterest through liberal use of sarcasm doesn't last long. Kaladin's thrilled by the many opportunities he'll now have to bend Ratchet's ear about HEALTHCARE. "That's really something, Ratchet, though I'm sorry war had anything to do with it. You worked in the field?"

Knowledge applicable to their unique situation with the kaiju. Resources are woefully low in the city, and Kaladin hopes adding another doctor will ease some strain.

"I'm a surgeon back in my homeworld, but I'm currently working as a paramedic at Neo Tokyo Central Hospital."

[asagami]

It's been a day or so since her small incident on patrolling duties for The Rift. Even though she knows the headache is long gone by this point, Fujino can't help but wonder if there might still be some lingering effects. Or worse yet, what if it's just dormant That's on top of another reason she wants to know about, one that currently has the hand gripping on the side of her abdomen turn just a tad more firm.

Once she reaches the door, this meek little girl raises her free hand to softly knock on it.

"Um, pardon me, but is anyone in here...?"

[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet puts down his reading immediately and stands up, looking alert.

"Hello, I'm here. Can I help you?"

[asagami]

Woah, a robot...there's a look of mild surprise before she bows. It's immediate- a little too quickly, as if this is no different to any other normal, everyday occurrence to her.

"Sorry for disturbing you but- if it's alright, may I ask for a check-up? Or if this isn't the right time, then can I re-schedule for later?"

[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet nods back at her, watching her closely.

"Not at all. You're by far the politest person who's come in here today, so you certainly can," he says, smiling a little and patting one of the exam tables. "Come sit here, I'll take a look. Do you have any specific complaints?"

[asagami]

"Thank you so much."

With a nod, she hoists herself up onto the table- her hand still clutched at her side.

"And yes, there's a couple. A day ago, I went on patrol duties for The Rift, but I was not able to finish it as I had gotten a headache just from being near it. It seems to be gone now, but I was wondering if there's any residual effects left that I should be concerned about? As for the other complaint..." Fujino takes a pause for a moment, her eyes drifting down slightly. It...should be fine, right? Even if whatever had stopped her sense of pain back home isn't here anymore, everything else seems to be alright!

Still, though--

"...I'm not sure, but I think something might have happened with my body after arriving here? It's probably just a bit of paranoia, but I'd like to also have a general check of my vitals, if that's fine?"

[lostdestiny]

Shinn pops his head in, glancing around the medbay with the familiarity of someone who's spent a lot of time in similar facilities but without the sophistication of a practitioner. He quickly focuses on Ratchet rather than any of the gizmos and gadgets.

"You are in here," he says incredulously, glancing back toward the hangar like, even after their initial discussion, he'd still expected to find Ratchet hanging out with the mobile suits instead of around organic medical equipment. "Are you busy?"

[asafepairofhands]

"I'm a doctor, I was told this is where the doctors are, so yeah. I'm in here." Ratchet puts down whatever he was reading and stands up, tilting his head a little.

"I'm not busy. What do you need?"

[lostdestiny]

Shinn glances from Ratchet to the medical equipment and then back toward the hangar again. "I get that you're a doctor," he says, a bit defensively. He did listen last time, thanks! "But you're a robot doctor, so -- can you fix machines?"

This is a totally fair inquiry in Shinn's mind, especially because there aren't any dedicated mechanics.

[asafepairofhands]

"I'm a machine doctor, so... yeah, probably," Ratchet says, not sounding offended this time--it is a fair question, especially if something of Shinn's needs fixing.

"I can't promise anything until I look at what I'm working with, but I'll try to help out. What's broken?"

[lostdestiny]

Shinn scowls faintly, but it's an expression of embarrassment at himself -- he's not proud that Destiny took a hit like this or that he's not a good enough mechanic to straighten it out. "One of the palm cannons is down," he admits. "And I do all the routine stuff, but this place doesn't have any real mechanics, so it's been through two fights without a real repair session...."

This can be LILITH's fault somehow, right? Who brings robot pilots without their mechanics?

[curingidiocy]

Ratio isn't anywhere close to an expert on practicing medicine, and he certainly doesn't lead the medibay, so when Ratchet arrives earlier in the day, he lets LILITH's staff handle the Autobot's orientation while he sticks to his assigned tasks. It's only later, once Ratchet's gotten familiar with the space and has settled down, that Ratio approaches to check in on him.

"Any questions or concerns so far?" he asks, getting straight to the point.

[asafepairofhands]

"Not yet. They'll happen when I first have to start seeing patients, probably." Ratchet tilts a crooked smile down at Ratio. "I was happy to get in this early and start orienting myself, though, there's a lot to learn. The materials you gave me are helping a lot, thank you again."

[curingidiocy]

Ratio nods, and then scans Ratchet from top to bottom. He doesn't look like any inorganic being from his world, but most inorganics were built with intention, even if they were given sapience. What he read on the network implied differently for Ratchet though.

"Then my next question is this: would a human be capable of treating you? If so, I'd like to obtain information regarding your species' biology and medicine, so that it will be possible for me to treat you should you sustain injuries."

[asafepairofhands]

"Oh. Uh," Ratchet says, thrown a little by this--he hadn't even considered his own treatment if he were to be incapacitated somehow. "I... don't know. You'd need someone who can read medical data and do welding, probably. A few of the mobile suit pilots may be able to help. Either way, I'll add my medical file to the system and try to take some detailed notes, just in case.

"Fortunately, short of me being knocked out or otherwise unable to work, I should be able to maintain myself just fine. But thanks for asking."

[curingidiocy]

"I should be capable of treating you. I am not a mechanic, but I have tinkered with machines in my spare time, and am fairly knowledgeable in engineering. Though I do not yet have knowledge of the inner workings of those mobile suits, they look far less complicated than some of my engineering projects," he replies calmly. It could be a boast, but it doesn't look like Ratio's playing up his own skills, at least. Maybe he's just a good actor?

"If you do not trust my abilities, I'd like a chance to prove myself," he continues. "Though LILITH likely has some capability in healing you themselves, the more options you have, the better, yes?"