Session Start: Wed May 07 00:37:17 2003
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20030507.log'
<X1> NRP: Doc CBS?
<Katrina`> NRP: Yes
<DocBlack> NRP: yes.
<Katrina`> Session 54: Doctor Black - Heal Thyself
<Katrina`> Time Chart: July 6th, 1 day later
<Katrina`> Location: The Aquarius
* Katrina` is, of course, unconscious on one of the doctor's beds.
* DocBlack sits in her office, drinking from her flask, and looking over Katrina's latest medical scans
<Katrina`> GM: *medical assistants treat the Aquarius' officers' typical wounds - jammed fingers, cuts, bruises, crushed ribs, and broken bones*
<Katrina`> GM: *A cat jumps up on the Doc's desk. It's black, like the one Corvus saw the day before. It meows at Black*
* DocBlack smiles at the cat, and reaches out to pet it
<Katrina`> Cat: *purrs*
<Katrina`> GM: *the Doctor's #1 Assistant, Molly, walks in*
<Katrina`> Molly: Enjoying another drink, doctor? *she says worriedly*
* DocBlack keeps petting the cat, as she looks up, "Yeah Mol?"
<Katrina`> Molly: *sets down a folder* Here's all the reports of today's injuries.
<DocBlack> It's water.... *she picks up the reports* Don't they know their life is precious? So careless!
* DocBlack shoves the flask in her desk
*** X1 is now known as X1-Sleep
* DocBlack taps her lip for a moment, "Molly, do we have anything to mimic the abilities of a psion?"
<Katrina`> Molly: A psion? I don't think so, ma'am.
<DocBlack> Damn. I was hoping to get a way for one of Katrina's friends to go to her mind and ask her to come back to us.
<Katrina`> Molly: Oh, the poor thing asleep over there? *looks at Kat* Maybe she'll come around in her own time. Some patients are just like that.
* DocBlack nods, with a worried look on her face, "Sometimes... " She glances to her desk, "Sometimes they never come around."
<Katrina`> Molly: Well...*pauses, as if searching for something comforting to say to the Doctor* I'm sure we'll all find some way to bring her about.
* DocBlack smiles, "Yes, yes we will." She looks up to Molly, "I'm fine. Don't worry."
<Katrina`> Molly: Well, try not to drink too much water, alright? *nods, stepping back out into the busy room*
<DocBlack> Right... *she pulls over her keyboard, and types in a search for coma cases like Kat's*
<Katrina`> GM: *the data begins to pile up. Over the centuries, cases have popped up where a person, finding too much pain in the world and has a lot of stressful situations all at once, withdraws into a coma like state after an injury occurs.*
* DocBlack begins sorting through them, her hand sometimes reaching for the drawer, and then she slams it on the desk
<DocBlack> *is looking for their recoveries*
<Katrina`> GM: *it's a 50/50 thing, it seems*
* DocBlack shakes her head, "....damn."
<Katrina`> GM: *someone comes into the med bay, broken ribs, claiming he beat one of the villian sims*
<Katrina`> Molly: *shakes her head, moving him to a table*
* DocBlack stands, and takes to pacing. She finds herself leaning over Katrina, and then looks at the man, "I'll take care of him."
<Katrina`> Molly: Alright. *takes care of another patient*
<Katrina`> Man: You should have saw me. I hit him like this. *Swings, but only succeeds in hurting his ribs. He coughs painfully*
* DocBlack ambles over to the bed, "Mister, you're in here weekly for this. Who was it this time?"
<Katrina`> Man: I took on some maverick called "Hyper". Oh, yeah, I was awesome.
<Katrina`> Man: One day I'll try the hardest sim, Xevil!
* DocBlack rolls her eyes, "It's not real...." She gives him a stern look, "Like Hell." She takes a bone fuser, and runs it over his ribs, "That fucker killed many many of us. He'll take you out, even as a sim."
<DocBlack> Now, take it easy this time, let the bone heal?
<Katrina`> Man: Yes, ma'am. Can I have some pain pills?
<DocBlack> tut tut. I told you last time that they're addictive, and you would learn your lesson by having a week of soreness.
<Katrina`> Man: Aw.
<Katrina`> Man: Well, *gets to his feet, trying to do a grimace smile since the movement aggrevated the ribs* Thanks, Doc! See you in a few weeks.
<DocBlack> You play, you pay. *she finishes up* Now I'm serious, no fighting sims you can't handle with the safeties off.
<Katrina`> Man: Yes ma'am.
* DocBlack lifts her eyes to the ceiling and throws her hands in the air, "Why do I bother?"
<Katrina`> Man: *hobbles out*
<Katrina`> Molly: They'll never learn.
<Katrina`> Molly: Why the Alliance installs the damn sim room, I'll never know.
<DocBlack> Why they flock to them I don't know. It's not real.
<Katrina`> Molly: So they can say they're as strong as the heroes of legends. It's a man thing
<Katrina`> Assistant: I saw Cardinal fighting a young Dominator in there before. I never knew the President was a fighter in his younger days.
* DocBlack snorts, "Molly, the legends are all dead, and they died becuase war is hell, and that's how things happen."
<Katrina`> Molly: You never know. They say, "Legends never die".
* DocBlack looks to Molly sadly, "The die and become meat like everything else. Half them passed my butcher block."
<Katrina`> Molly: *shrugs* Well, legends give people hope. I mean, when I grew up, everyone wanted to be a "Hunter" like Death Star and Dominator and Garland.
* DocBlack smiles, "So did I once..." She frowns.
<DocBlack> Why did you go into medicine then?
<Katrina`> GM: *a silence passes briefly, Molly giving someone a shot*
<Katrina`> Molly: Well, I decided I'd rather heal people than be responsible for death, I suppose.
* DocBlack actually smiles at Molly, "Dang girl, you got the right answers today."
<Katrina`> Molly: *smiles back, finishing the shot* What about you? Why did you become a doctor?
<DocBlack> To piss my parents off. *she smiles* And then I joined the war effort to sinch thier fuming.... *she frowns at some memory*
<Katrina`> Molly: Oh. They didn't want you to be a doctor?
* Katrina` keeps laying there. Asleep.
<DocBlack> No. I forget what they wanted me to be. I think a teacher, or petty paper pusher. *she shrugs* We are what we are.
<Katrina`> Molly: A-men, ma'am.
<Katrina`> GM: *Molly sighs as one of her patients complains about butt pain. She moves over and gives him a shot in the rump*
* DocBlack smiles at Molly for a moment, as if she is burning the memory in her mind. She laughs, "You're good too."
<Katrina`> Molly: Thank you.
<DocBlack> My pleasure. *she rocks on her feet for a moment* Is X1 really a fucking loon?
<Katrina`> Molly: From whatever says on the ship. They say he has an army of chickens at his disposal.
* DocBlack blinks, ".....I'm mad."
<Katrina`> Molly: Mad?
<DocBlack> Yes. Mad. You see, I thought he had potential intelligence, unlike so many on this ship. I was wrong you see.
<Katrina`> Molly: X1's an odd one. There's a lot of rumors and legends surrounding him.
* DocBlack leans on a bed, "Eh? Like what?"
<Katrina`> Molly: Well, they say he's the prototype for all reploids and was created over a 100 years ago. They also say that when he was created, something went wrong, causing him to be totally insane and random. It's like his logic chips were fused with "chickens".
<Katrina`> Molly: Plus they say he aided the Hunters the first time the Tsivrixsh tried to attack Earth.
* DocBlack twitches her eyebrows, "...chickens?" She then nods, "I remember, I was there."
<Katrina`> Molly: Trying to get a serious answer out of X1, they say, is impossible.
<Katrina`> Molly: Though, he's only had one or two close friends, I believe.
* DocBlack smiles, and chuckles, "Perhaps that was his endearing quality then."
<Katrina`> Molly: *looks at the time, seeing it's almost midnight*
<Katrina`> Molly: Hard to keep track of time on a ship.
* DocBlack shrugs, "Not so hard. I haven't been on Earth since.... well, the last time the Tsivs visited us."
<Katrina`> GM: *most of the assistants fan out of the room, considering it bed time*
* DocBlack smiles, "Get some rest Molly, I'll mine store."
<Katrina`> Molly: Alright, ma'am. You take care. *heads out. Soon, the room is empty except for doc and a few sleeping patients*
* DocBlack trembles for a moment, and the rushes to her office. She pulls the flask out, and glances about, making sure no one is there. She takes a deep swig.
* DocBlack sighing, she sets the flask down, and takes another sip after a moment. She closes her eyes, and tension drains from her body.
<Katrina`> GM: *the sound of a clock ticking is heard. All is quiet.*
* DocBlack flops in her chair, and covers her eyes with her hands. "I need to get laid...."
<Katrina`> Skippy: *through terminal* I can call someone!
* DocBlack stands, and glances about. She looks to the terminal, "And who'd you call?"
<Katrina`> Skippy: ...hold on. Let me find a good person. Seaaaaarching....seaaaaarching. How about the Shirt-Ninja Ensign?
* DocBlack shakes her head, "I'll head down to the sim room...."
<Katrina`> Skippy: Oh. *pauses* You sure? I can call him.
<Katrina`> NRP: *loves Skippy the computer*
<DocBlack> I'm sure. If anyone needs me, I'll be there.
<Katrina`> Skippy: Oh...what should I do if someone dies or something?
<DocBlack> Call me.
<Katrina`> Skippy: It's a date!
* DocBlack chuckles and head out. She ambles to the sim room.
<Katrina`> GM: *the sim room, which consists of about 9 seperate rooms for people to go in and do a sim, is empty. None of the 9 sim areas are active*
* DocBlack picks the 7th, and enters it.
<Katrina`> Sim Computer Voice: Hello, Doctor Black. How may I help you?
<DocBlack> Yeah, um, program something into this room. No fighting.... something... *she sighs* I want to get laid.
<Katrina`> Sim Computer Voice: I see...any preferences?
<DocBlack> Human, male. Intelligent and attractive
<Katrina`> Sim Computer Voice: Well, I have all sorts of people matching that description in my database from the last 35 years.
<DocBlack> Pick someone my age, from Earth. I don't have a preference, just don't make it easy for me to have sex, I want a challange.
<Katrina`> GM: *A black haired man with an eye patch on his face appears. He's dressed in casual clothes and except for the eyepatch, his looks are perfect. He smokes a cigar*
<Katrina`> Sim Computer Voice: Jared Carter, aka, Blackjack loaded.
* DocBlack looks at him.
<Katrina`> Jared: *removes the cigar and flicks it* Hello.
<DocBlack> Hello. Computer, add background.
<Katrina`> Sim Computer Voice: Location?
<DocBlack> Earth, before the Tsivs came.
<Katrina`> Sim Computer Voice: Any specific location on Earth?
<DocBlack> No.
* DocBlack walks closer to Jared, "Do you know where you are?"
<Katrina`> GM: *they appear in an open field back on Earth. The wind blows, the grass moving*
* DocBlack smiles sadly at the background, and then looks to Jared, "It's nice here. I'm Mary."
<Katrina`> Jared: *glances around* Earth, pre-2199. *rubs chin* Or, more specifically, a sim room. *turns back to Mary, holding out his hand* Nice to meet you, Mary. I'm Jared.
* DocBlack shakes his hand, giving it a firm shake, "This is my first time in one of these. It's more real then I thought it would be." She smiles, "Nice to meet you Jared."
<Katrina`> Jared: *nods, looking around* Yeah, they're pretty real. It's to help prepare people for situations they come across. Or, some "relaxation". *he grins at her*
* DocBlack laughs softly, "The computer told you, didn't it?" She looks up to him, smiling a bit.
<Katrina`> Jared: YEah.
<DocBlack> I'm sorry, I thought it had more descretion. *she smiles sheepishly*
<Katrina`> Jared: Computers usually don't. They're not programmed to think outside orders and commands. *looks down at the grass blowing beneath their feet*
* DocBlack glances down at the grass, and slips her shoes off, "Computers were never my strong point." She lifts her head to the wind, "It's like home..."
<Katrina`> Jared: *nods* It's beautiful. *looks at her* I take it you haven't been home in a long time? *he circles around her, still smoking the cigar*
* DocBlack spins around so that she faces him, a bit unnerved that he's taken control of the situation, "....No. Not since it was devestated."
<Katrina`> Jared: *nods, finishing the cigar, flicking it to the side. He looks at her, removing his outer shirt and letting it fall on the ground* That's been a while.
* DocBlack watches him, and then nods her head, "Sometimes it's too long...." She takes a step closer to him, and reaches out to touch his chest, as if seeing if he's real
<Katrina`> GM: *indeed, he's real. Infact, if she hadn't walked in knowing it was a sim, him and the world cannot be told apart from reality. They are that close.*
* DocBlack blinks, and then looks at her own hand for a moment before looking up at him, "You don't have to play romeo for an alcoholic if you don't want to Jared."
<Katrina`> Jared: *gives her a cocky grin* It's who I am.
* DocBlack looks at him as if she's torn between her morals, and desires.
<Katrina`> Jared: *pulls out a deck of cards, shifting them from hand to hand* Care for a game?
* DocBlack pulls back, "...I wouldn't know how to play, but would you show me?"
<Katrina`> Jared: *of course. *shifts the cards from hand to hand, then indicates a cozy spot on the ground. He takes a seat*
* DocBlack takes her lapcoat off, and sits on it. She's in black pants and a black sweater. She looks to him, "Okay, what game are we playing?"
<Katrina`> Poker. Do you know the general rules?
<Katrina`> NRP: Jared.
<DocBlack> ....I think so
<Katrina`> Jared: *quickly deals out 5 cards to each person* Deuces are wild.
<Katrina`> NRP: Yeah, each person! Bob and Larry are playing, too!
* DocBlack nods, and takes a look at her cards. Years of lying about her drinking problem makes her hard to read what cards she has.
<DocBlack> NRP: kinky, they can watch
* Katrina` eyes his cards, a knowing grin on his face. He looks at her.
*** Katrina` is now known as Jared
<Jared> NRP: There!
*** Jared is now known as Jared`
<Jared`> How many cards do you want?
* DocBlack looks to Jared, and raises an eyebrow.
<DocBlack> two.
* Jared` hands her the two cards, taking back her two discarded cards. He takes one.
* DocBlack looks at Jared, not the cards.
* Jared` keeps his eyes on her face. He studies her, not just her poker face, but her in general, as if he's learning things about her by the simple way she breathes.
* DocBlack smiles at him, as if flattered by the way he looks at her. She places her cards down.
* Jared` glances at her cards, then lays down his hand, a Full House.
* DocBlack laughs, so you win. All I had where two pair of 3's
* Jared` smirks
<Jared`> Not bad.
* DocBlack shrugs, "You learn a few things when you spend time in bars...." She looks to him, "So, what did you win?"
<Jared`> Hmmm...*leans forward* What do you think I deserve?
* DocBlack blushes a bit, and leans forward, letting her lips brush lightly against his
* Jared` leans forward a little more, to have their lips touch some more, then playfully leans back, holding up the deck
<Jared`> Another round?
* DocBlack eyes him, and nods, "I accept your challange."
* Jared` deals out five more cards. He takes 2 this time.
* DocBlack arranges her cards, watching him. She takes one card.
* Jared` leans back, eyeing his cards. He looks perfectly calm.
<Jared`> So, what shall the ante be?
* DocBlack taps her lip in thought, "If you win, you get to tell me what to take off."
<Jared`> Alright, I meet that bet with you can tell me what to remove also.
* Jared` lays down his hand. Royal Flush.
* DocBlack lays her hand down. a full house which looses
* Jared` nods at her shoes.
<DocBlack> NRP: she took off her shoes
<Jared`> NRP: Oops!
<Jared`> NRP: What does she have left on?
<DocBlack> NRP: pants, sweater, undergarments
<Jared`> Your sweater.
* DocBlack smiles, a bit seductively, and lifts the sweater off, letting it fall to the ground. She eyes him, as if trying to guage his reaction.
* Jared` keeps a poker face, but a small smile is on his lips. He begins to shuffle the deck again, still watching her.
* DocBlack smiles at him, and leans closer, "Let's play again."
* Jared` nods, dealing out five cards to each of them.
<Jared`> How many?
* DocBlack takes the cards, and looks at them. She watches him, as if taking in him, "three."
* Jared` deals out three, taking her discarded three. He takes four.
* Jared` leans back, waiting for her to make the ante this time.
* DocBlack grins at him, "I think if you win, I get to kiss you anywhere you call."
<Jared`> And if you win, I'll kiss you anywhere you call.
* Jared` waits for her to reveal her hand.
* DocBlack puts her cards down, a pair of deuces, and a pair of 4's
<DocBlack> they're wild right? So they're aces.
* Jared` doesn't smirk as he lays down his hand, 3 of a kind, 3's, and two worthless cards.
<Jared`> Not bad.
* DocBlack looks to him
<DocBlack> Even a rookie gets lucky.... *she touches her lips gently with a finger*
* Jared` leans forward, kissing her on the lips. His lips taste of spice and a bit of cigar. The classic card playing, gun firing, type of guy
* DocBlack closes her eyes, taking in the smell. She kisses back, kissing like someone who hasn't kissed in a long time...
<DocBlack> *not badly, but desperately*
* Jared` doesn't seem to mind as he continues to kiss her, leaning her back on the grass.
* DocBlack gently wraps her arms around him, as she lays back on the grass. She opens her eyes, and looks at him as she kisses him gently, and softly now, as if he could vanish any moment
<Jared`> GM: *hours later, I guarentee*
<DocBlack> Nrp: yay!
<Jared`> GM: *the wind continues to blow along the field. The weather is perfect, endless. It's like this place will never end, but it's like a memory that lasts forever. Next to Doc, Jared plays with a deck of cards while laying on his back*
* DocBlack lays beside him, her head resting on him, an arm draped over him. "What happens when this ends?"
<Jared`> Well, I suppose life will continue on for you like it normally does, MAry.
<DocBlack> No, I meant for you.... Do you remember this? me?
<Jared`> Yes. The saved data stays so that if we encounter a person again, we can pick up where we left off. Usually, it's meant to learn new things in combat.
* DocBlack nuzzles his chest with her chin, "So it's like memory...." She closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath of him.
<Jared`> GM: *Black's comm beeps*
* DocBlack sighs, and answers it, "Yes?"
<Jared`> Skippy: Hiya, Doc!
<DocBlack> What do you need skippy?
<Jared`> Skippy: Well, someone was buzzing you in MedBay, but you weren't there, so I decided to contact you.
<DocBlack> Who was it Skippy?
<Jared`> Skippy: I think some guy talking about his ribs and Xevil.
<DocBlack> Oh fuck me... I'll be there in 5 minutes. *she shuts the comm off*
<DocBlack> Jared? I have to go.
* Jared` nods
<Jared`> I understand.
* DocBlack stands, and pulls her coat around her. She smiles sadly at him, "Remember me please."
* Jared` nods.
<Jared`> It's in the cards.
<DocBlack> Yes... *she looks at him sadly, and then whispers "end simulation"*
<Jared`> GM: *Black's back in the plain ol' room of Sim Room 7*
* DocBlack rubs some tears out of her eyes, and stands tall. with a deep breath she walks to medbay, cured of one disease, and addicted to another drug.
<DocBlack> End Session
Session Close: Wed May 07 02:36:25 2003