changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes

[dubiouslychthonic]

Who: Jetshard and OPEN
What: General catchall for troll doc
When: ICly April 27-May 4, or thereabouts
Where: Variously around the station.
Warnings: None anticipated.


Every Night, Evening - Open
[Jetshard is a goddamn professional, which is why each evening she can be found in the medbay from around six-thirty or seven, until sometime after midnight. Generally she's either deep in a medical text of some sort or scrolling through something on her tablet - which is of Alternian make, rather than local, and therefore the case is leathery and vaguely bulbous - but she looks up when someone else enters.]

Hey there, do you need something?

Every Night, After Midnight - Open
[Jetshard's not one of the hypercompetent chefs of the station, but she's good enough with food prep that she can be trusted to cook for herself without damaging the facilities. If you happen to be in the kitchen on the low-numbered loop of the residential floor, in the hour or so after midnight, you might run across the troll preparing something for herself... usually brightly colored and as likely as not containing either something visibly arthropoid or coming out of a contain that implies it's a byproduct of such.

Nothing's on fire or foul smelling, but she's definitely planning to eat a weird bug and not even care.]

April 28, early morning - closed to Up
[She's not entirely sure what kind of schedule most of the androids are on - crosses paths with them sporadically enough that she's not quite certain of the patterns - but hopefully if she stops in at the fissure lab before she turns in for the morning she'll be able to track down Up. There's something she's been meaning to ask them about since the end of the last mission.]

May 2-4, late night/early morning - Open
[It's cooler at night than it is during the day, but still, you can tell that the climate control of the station at large has been working overtime all day, and after finishing her time in the medbay and finding something to eat, Jetshard retreats to the deck. She's sitting at the very edge of the platform with her feet dangling off the side. Although she's got a book in her hands, she's as likely to be kind of zoning off and staring off in to the ocean as she is to be actually reading it.]

Comments

[dubiouslychthonic]

[She'll glance down at the charts as she comes over to the desk, but let's be real, it's probably not anything she's going to understand, especially not out of order and upside down. It doesn't concern her too much. Anyway, she's got other things on her mind.]

If you have a moment. I have a concern about mission logistics I'd like to discuss with you - would there be resources available to establish a base camp outside of the bounds of the fissure, on future missions that take us out of immediate transport range of the station?

[personalityquarks]

Hmm, it's possible. The main problem is that a number of Fissures are quite large - moving back and forth across them every day to a home base would be - well, a right pain for most of you, even if the majority of the transit is through stabilized areas.

So it would have to be something mobile that could be packed up and moved further in each day...

[dubiouslychthonic]

It might not be necessary for every fissure, but... [She sighs, and spreads her hands briefly in a "what can I say" kind of gesture.] Five days of persistent exposure to that last one was very nearly more than some of our team could handle, psychologically, and it was even harder on some of the new arrivals. I'm worried that if we don't find some way to mitigate similar stresses in future fissures, we're going to find the number of people willing to go back in at all will drop off pretty dramatically.

And also I'm not crazy about the idea of doing major medical triage in an active fissure zone, if there could be an even slightly more stable alternative.

[personalityquarks]

No, it's definitely an idea worth at least exploring. It may be some time before we have something together that will do the job, but...

[Up pauses, glancing over the papers, and sighs.]

What happened in the last Fissure was a surprise. We'd explored it with drones a bit, but the magic of it reacted to consciousness, which of course the drones don't have. If we'd known what the effects would be, we would have at least issued a warning.

That would be no help for the newcomers, of course, but it would have been better than what we had.

[dubiouslychthonic]

I'm certainly not expecting you to be able to anticipate everything that might come up during a mission - honestly I'm grateful that you're able and willing to offer as much support as you do. [And she means it; she's worked with salvage and smuggling operations that demanded a lot more of their crews with a lot less in the way of resources and reconnaissance - theoretically on a voluntary basis, but recruiting in on a vague job description from desperate people, and in practice it's very difficult to back out on something like that in the middle of a job.] I'm just hoping to be better equipped to deal with surprises once we're on the ground.

[personalityquarks]

Totally understandable. I doubt we'll be able to get anything ready by the next expedition, but it shouldn't be too long until we can get something going. Might help solve the transportation issue as well; that's the concern we've been looking at these last few days.