session 12 . video . 4wd

[chaotica]

[ 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.

Comments

[excussus]

Fuck you.

[The smile is nasty as he holds up his hand, palm down. The tremor is visible.]

From dying.

[chaotica]

What's happening to you?

[excussus]

Hereditary disease. Dad told me right before he bit it.

[He laughs.]

Real father of the year. "By the way son, I'm dying and so are you, and hey, if by some miracle you live long enough to have a son, he'll end up dying too."

[chaotica]

Which disease, is what I was asking.

[excussus]

What does it matter? It's incurable.

[chaotica]

Can be somewhat of a flexible word.

[excussus]

Retroviral hyperplasia.

[chaotica]

Of what part of your body?

[excussus]

Fucking every part, man.

[chaotica]

Well, Starfleet medical would find you absolutely fascinating.

[excussus]

Oh yeah, just what I always wanted. To by a fucking lab rat.

[chaotica]

I think you wouldn't mind if it meant a cure.

[excussus]

It's incurable.

[chaotica]

I'm from the 2380s.

[excussus]

And you don't have incurable, genetic diseases</i. in the twenty-fourth century?

[chaotica]

We have a lot more cures.

[excussus]

We have a lot less.