chaotica: (18)
Your name or online alias: Ryann
Your email: cornichaun @ gmail
Another preferred means of contact: cornichaun @ plurk
Character's Full Name: Hugh Cambridge
Character's Canon: Star Trek: Voyager
Character's Canon Point: prior to Acts of Contrition
Character's Journal Name: [personal profile] chaotica
What would you like your character's tag to be?: Hugh Cambridge

Answer the following questions in no less than 300 words but no greater than 1000 words put together...
Character's background (their past and present): With qualifications in medicine, psychology and xenoanthropology, Cambridge has been a Starfleet officer and a counselor for about four decades. At first, his duties mostly took place on starships, with occasional stints of time in academic settings. After the battle of Wolf 359, when Cambridge was aboard a ship that was destroyed, he gave up on the starship life and moved permanently to Starfleet Medical, where he worked as a counselor and pursued his research into the cultural backgrounds and mythologies of various alien species. He became complacent, if not entirely content, with this life. However, it didn't last forever: he was transferred aboard Voyager as a permanent ship's counselor. Dissatisfied with the assignment, Cambridge acted like a brat for several months before reluctantly settling in, then, quietly, falling in love with the ship and crew.

Character's personality: Cambridge's general attitude is terrible; he is rude, he states exactly what he is thinking, and he doesn't bother to hide boredom and irritation. In fact, for quite some time after meeting him, most people get the impression that he's an entitled asshat who's totally unsuited for his job. This is mostly a shell. Underneath, Cambridge is fiercely loyal to his friends, uncompromisingly moral in his decision-making, and keenly eager to explore and learn. His passion is in the minds that he meets, the psychology and culture of different races. Cambridge is a genius, and he's rarely been in situations where his intellect is matched or challenged.

Once Cambridge has decided that someone is worthy of his respect, it's almost impossible to shake. He's a wonderful judge of character, with a limitless store of empathy, though he could stand to use that empathy a little more often. Though he has the ability to put his personal emotions aside and go on professional judgment, he's not much of a liar. When it comes to outright hiding his own emotions, he's not good at it. He deals with his emotions like an adult (most of the time), but they are strong, and what he chooses to care about, he cares about unreservedly.

Cambridge can also be the exact kind of idiot he abhors. He sometimes can convince himself so much that he knows what to do and no one else does that he fails to rely on anyone else, thus leading to idiotic outcomes. In cases like that, he's able to acknowledge how dumb he's just been when called out on it. In addition, when his emotions get deeply personal, they can blind his judgment.

Overall, he's not just picky and egocentric because he's never been challenged properly. He doesn't wait to make friends because he likes being that picky. It's because he quietly doesn't believe that he's worth being friends with. Or worth loving. His solution is to do amazing things and surround himself with amazing people; if they all like him, he must be worth liking, right?

Character's skills/abilities/powers: Cambridge has an eidetic memory and a very keen understanding of body language and the mind. He also is a Starfleet officer with basic training in all areas (engineering, navigation, sciences) and advanced training in a few (anthropology, languages, first contact). He has degrees in psychology and xenoanthropology and is a fully qualified physician.
Any special equipment your character is bringing along? This includes weaponry, magic items, etc.: Just his communicator.
Are you bringing your character to [community profile] ten_fwd from another game? If you are, which game?: Nope
If you answered yes above, briefly summarize how they were changed by and what challenges they faced in the climate of their previous game(s): n/a
Why do you want to play this character in Ten Forward, and what do you plan to do with them? Cambridge is one of those characters who's very adaptable and easy to play in a variety of universes, with or without canonmates. That's what I've been doing with him so far. But, I admit, there's something really appealing about playing him in a familiar universe, and I'd love to see him bounce off of television Star Trek characters. I also really want him to take a role as counselor on the ship; he thrives when he's responsible for people's mental health. (And since he's not the only counselor, I can play him as fully annoying as he is in canon, without worrying about sabotaging anyone's plot opportunities.) In general, he's flexible, he's fun, and I'd love to give him a shot here.

Writing Sample #1: http://chaotica.dreamwidth.org/3014.html#comments
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Contact

Jun. 7th, 2015 12:35 pm
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Contact the player for Hugh Cambridge here. All comments are screened.

Alternatively: email at cornichaun [at] gmail [dot] com.
chaotica: (06)
[ Cambridge appears. He looks somewhat worn, tired, hair a little more messy and uniform a little more wrinkly than usual. ]

All right, same dance as always. The Infirmary is here, please do check on your friends and allies in case anyone requires urgent medical care. Sorry about the widespread death toll; you'll all just have to suck it up. Try to stay away from corpses, and if you must touch them, do so with gloves and avoid slathering yourself with infection-bearing fluids.

Who's well enough to work the infirmary?

And would someone like to tell me what exactly happened?
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Did the whole bloody ship go mad?
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[ Broadcasting from the Infirmary, as usual, wearing his Starfleet uniform (somewhat wrinkled), boots up on a table, chair leaned back. ]

I have always wondered why people start games of Twenty Questions with questions about breadboxes. "Is it bigger than a breadbox?" "Is it smaller than a breadbox?" What is it about breadboxes? Are they, somehow, the perfectly average object?

How many of you have even seen a breadbox?

Furthermore, the game of "Rock, Paper, Scissors" is trivially easy for the observant. An inexperienced player assumes that each successive throw is random. In fact, it's more of a human simulation of randomness, which is far more regular and far more predictable. That's also why effective encryption is as randomized as possible.

But that's not what I mean to talk about today.

Today, I'd like to talk about sex. Specifically, why you should not be ashamed or embarrassed to be having it.

Sex is wonderful. It is life-affirming, it enhances intimacy, and it releases floods of positive endorphins. It's healthy activity, and infinitely better for the body and the heart than doing violence. And it provides these benefits no matter whether your partner is same or opposite sex - I feel the need to mention this, given the backwards attitudes in some of your home worlds.

Sex should be safe. Protect yourself from disease and from unwanted pregnancy, and yes, there are materials for both of those available in the infirmary. Sex should involve communication and respect. No one should ever be coerced into doing something they don't want to do, least of all in such an area of sensitivity and intimacy.

In addition, as the only doctor and warden available on the ship, I am available to answer questions, and to test possible compatibility issues between species'.

And yes, I know, I'm treating the lot of you like idiots, but there are teenagers on board. Notoriously hormone-addled, as a group.

Cambridge out.
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Really? No sooner do I get an inmate that he vanishes again. - I know, make up your bloody mind, Cambridge, do you want one or not.

We're a bit out of balance, aren't we? More poor saps trying to get a wish than poor saps snatched from the jaws of death.
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[ Here is Cambridge, seated at his desk, if the word 'seated' includes sprawled with feet up and uniform jacket open, revealing blue turtleneck underneath. He looks very comfortable. He may also have a glass of Scotch. ]

I'd like to conduct a survey. Call it personal patient satisfaction, if you think it's annoying.

Ready?

Now: Pick three adjectives to describe me. Support your choices with evidence and/or reasoning.

Thank you very much.

[ Cheers. He takes an apparently very satisfying sip of Scotch, letting out a little ah after. ]
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[ Here is Lieutenant Hugh Cambridge, lounging in a purple-shoulder blue-collar Starfleet uniform. The uniform's a little wrinkled. Without Chakotay to pressure him to keep it spotless, he hasn't been that worried about it. ]

Hello. This is to inform everyone that you can go to Merlin for magical healing as well as Morgana; he is now officially a part of the Infirmary. And for some bloody reason more than one of you actually wants me to train you in basic first aid as a medic, so I might as well open it up to the whole ship and get it over with.

If any of you would like to ask advice or behavioral questions regarding your fellow shipmates, do reply, as usual.
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[ video ]

Quite curious as to whether anyone saw the interior of a Starfleet vessel in his or her dreams.

[ spam ]

[ Catch Cambridge in his office, most of the time, working studiously on computers regarding mysterious things. Why are you coming in? Therapy? Something medical? You want to submit a question to his strange little show?

He can also be found in the cafeteria, having a brisk walk on deck, or in the Enclosure, in combat training refreshers against creative alien or human opponents. ]
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[ Is that Cambridge? Is he... happy? ]

I'm quite pleased to announce that the Admiral has finally seen reason and provided the Infirmary with a Federation standard biobed - [ turning the camera to show one of these thingies. ]

Surgery will now be much easier and safer, though diagnosis will not be affected.

[ WHO KNEW THIS MAN WAS CAPABLE OF SMILING ]
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[ Camera up on Cambridge sitting at his desk, a few slips of paper next to him. ]

Some of you have noticed that a box for questions has been placed in the cafeteria, on the bulletin board. These questions are anonymous, and may comprise questions of a medical or psychological nature.

I've instituted this because it's bewildering to me how terrible some of you are at communicating.

First. [ He takes a slip of paper. He reads each question crisply and somewhat skeptically. ] CW for internalized homophobia, pregnancy/childbirth, relationships. )

[ He looks up, now, steepling his hands. ]

I would be - willing to answer further questions, without anonymity, with privacy or without. And you may continue submitting questions if you would like.

Private to Mira & Mal )
chaotica: (07)
[ The video focuses, prominently, on a bowl with a single glowing lump of coal inside. Over which Cambridge is roasting a marshmallow on the end of a stylus.

There is also a new jar on the sleek desk and several oddly-shaped large plushies. ]


So, I suppose the hint is that I should infect problem clients with the Black Plague first, and then set them on fire and store their ashes in a jar, as a warning to everyone else.

[ The marshmallow browns, slowly. ]
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[ Cambridge lounges, as usual, in his Starfleet uniform and communicator, in his quarters. ]

To all those who, as children, took refuge in my quarters: You're welcome, and if you took any toys, you can keep them.

As Morgana has announced, the Infirmary is once again under the care of one warden doctor (myself), one boy who adamantly denies he is a god of any kind (Dillon), and a quite talented sorceress (Morgana). I'll remind everyone that there is a second actually qualified doctor, the Emperor, who Morgana seems to like quite a bit but who I know nothing about.

For immediate, mortal and life-threatening wounds, as well as minor wounds if you don't mind magic, Morgana or Dylan are best. For diseases, poisons and other damages, the Emperor or myself would be best.

For your counseling needs, please ask Miss Jean Grey if you feel you are in need of gentle treatment or someone very knowledgeable of the Barge, and myself if you would like someone with more than thirty years experience counseling humans and aliens.

To the Infirmary staff: after discussion, we'll be retaining the schedule set by the vanished Dr. Cox with only a few minor modifications, because no one can be bothered to rewrite something that works.

[ Dear Admiral.... ]

Mason: A few pamphlets on drug addiction to emphasize the point that his feelings are not new ones.
Arkin: Something of his daughter’s.
Iris: Some creative new (possibly Risan) oils and lotions and things.
Abigail: A career aptitude test, with the note: This is for you to take, consider, and then utterly disregard. This is not given because of its guidance, but because of the possibilities it may open for you.
Jean: A few higher-level texts along the lines that he’s been tutoring her.
Anya: The recipe for Klingon raktajino, in case she’s interested in a coffee/caffeine alternative. Good, lightweight gloves and boots, a set of tools of further-along technology and a pamphlet on how to use them.
Loki: A three-dimensional chess set, holographic, and a book on rules and basic strategy.
Facilier: A few beautiful original-edition books, science fiction classics published after Facilier’s time.
Mewtwo: One of Cambridge’s personal and somewhat limited databases about non-humans in the Star Trek universe. It contains mostly a study of quite a few obscure aliens, their deep mythology and the beginnings of their reach for technology. Some that may be intriguing for a curious mind. - Cambridge
Ian & Mickey: Anonymously, a pamphlet on bipolar disorder and caring for it. This includes basic medical information as well as treatment options and side effects. No misinformation.
Dillon: An old, lovely rosary.
T’pol: Every major Vulcan philosophy and scientific text of the 22nd century, starting around the time Cambridge thinks that Earth might have conquered Vulcan. More where that came from. - Cambridge
Morgana: Basic medical texts.
chaotica: (07)
A Barge full of children. [ God save us, his tone seems to say. ] A dark day this is.

Well. The lot of you, listen up: you are absolutely forbidden from Cabin 219. I"m just going to have to use all of these toys [ slow pan: someone's made good use of the replicator, because there are quite a few stuffed animals, little books, puzzles, rubber band guns, remote control robots, stuff??? ] by myself, and have all of this ice cream [ oh look, a cake and some ice cream, and also a big stack of sandwiches ] by myself.

[ Bit of a twinkle in his eye. ]

I am an extremely serious adult and can't be bothered with any of you. Good day.

[ spam ]

[ Cambridge spends quite a bit of his time rounding up children and stopping them from doing anything silly. He treats them like people, separates any fights, gives pretty freely on toys and food, and always listens.

Much of the time, he makes sure there are a few who need watching in his quarters, where the door stays open.

He may also let some into the pool, on the condition that he stays and supervises. No drownings on his watch.

He can also be found in the Infirmary to patch up minor injuries. ]
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[ spam ]

[ Cambridge keeps himself conspicuous and approachable. Some days, he's spread out on a table in the dining hall, some books and papers in front of him as he conducts a study on this or that. He reads very quickly, enough that it looks like he might just be skimming, and takes notes on a PADD one-handed, not really looking at the keys that he's hitting. Other times, it's in the library, and he's working in an actual notebook.

When on duty, he's in the counseling offices, one particular made his own. The door is open, unless there's a patient inside, which isn't actually all that common thus far. He supposes it will pick up eventually.

He takes a stroll on the deck, and through the garden.

And, just to keep sharp, he makes sure he goes in for a bit of training in the Enclosure, possibly fighting a Klingon if he can make it program that in, just someone more humanlike if he can't. Unarmed combat, various disciplines in which he dabbles.

In fact, it's pretty hard not to run into him at some time or another. It's enough to think he might be following you. ]


[ private to wichita ]

Check in, please, or I'll come find you.

[ True to his word, he will, if she doesn't. ]

[ private to jean ]

I'd like to speak with you.
chaotica: (04)
I've never met such a group of people so singularly determined to hate every counselor that dares to drift near them. I'm, frankly, offended. Not on my own behalf, by this attitude. On the behalf of the profession, by those dolts who passed themselves off as insightful, empathetic beings.

Secondly, and more importantly, for the Admiral, who is no doubt dropping those leaves from space on purpose because last I checked freshly dropped red maple doesn't naturally occur in the void between the stars: I surmise that you either conduct this facsimile of wintry weather for your own comfort or the comfort of your passengers. To which I must reply that the psychological reassurance of seasons passing can be accomplished with quite subtle temperature and light adjustments, and, in fact, has very minimal negative effect if done away with entirely. Not to mention I believe there are passengers who would find the outdoor cold very inconvenient.

In addition, the Starfleet uniform outdoor jacket is lumpy and I've never gotten it to fit right. So perhaps it would be nice to do away with seasons altogether.

[ In other words: HE'S COLD MAKE THE THING STOP. ]
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