Medical Bay
Science Department

MISSION STATEMENT:
The purpose of Medbay is as diverse in work and function as the facility. The primary duties of staff is to maintain the physical health of the passengers (and crew). Staff may also participate in research into the biological and neurological underpinnings of life aboard the USC Tranquility. The Medbay staff coordinate with other departments and individuals as needed, such as supplying medical kits or training to other passengers or assisting with Xenobiology and Genetics research.

Physically, the bay enhouses the gravity couches that preserve all passengers (and other living creatures) through the Jump process, as well as surgical, prosthetic, life support, decontamination, quarantine, and research equipment. The full scope of its available technologies and resources is here. Nanotechnology extraction units and a nanotechnology management system were found during Jump 34 (OOC: August, 2014).



Protocols:
Though Medbay is chronically under-staffed and trends toward high turnover due to the unpredictable schedule of passenger acquisition and loss, it is largely able to carry out its duties thanks to a system of rotating shifts throughout 'daytime' hours, volunteers (i.e., during crisis), needs (i.e., surgeons are not necessarily always on hand), and automated technology. Medbay staff are generally expected to be on-call through comm devices and have access to any network messages keyed to Medbay filter.

Notably, the day-to-day traffic through the Medbay is fairly low thanks to the health maintenance functions of the nanites. Times of crisis see a spike in activity and volunteers. During such events, injuries present more often than disease. Hallucinations and psychological stress syndromes are common aboard the Tranquility and typically do not respond to any form of intervention.

Succession to Chief Medical Officer is largely informal and loosely based on seniority, familiarity with the facility, and other expertise. Nominations or hierarchy to be established.

MEMBERS:
The full roster of medical staff is here, but staff may optionally use the form below to expand their public profile. Surgeons, generalists, magical healers, EMTs and trainees are all welcome!

<b>NAME:</b> your name <b>SERIAL NO.:</b> your serial number, i.e, SCI » ### » ### (<a href="LINK YOUR YOUR IC CONTACT">ic contact</a>) <b>EXPERTISE:</b> a succinct summary on your focus and skillset, and feel free to list any other tasks you might carry out for the Medical department (human relations, filing clerk, etc.)

PROJECTS & CASE STUDIES:
The Medical department are tasked with the following projects. To submit a case file, please comment with the following form:

<b>CASE FILE TITLE:</b> if it is a phenomena, name it whatever best identifies it. if it is a person, list their name and serial no. <b>CASE LEAD(S):</b> your name, and others involved if applicable <b>DESCRIPTION:</b> the case being studied <b>STATUS:</b> please select <b><font color="green">OPEN</font></b> if this is new or currently being researched, or <b><font color="red">CLOSED</font></b> if this is complete <b>CLEARANCE LEVEL:</b> choose between 'Standard' or 'Classified', with 'Classified' implying that only case leads know of its existence, as well as heads of department. stricter classification may apply, and you are welcome to specify this. <b>NOTES:</b> free form. feel free to write observations, or link to relevant threads, or delete this section altogether if you're crazy that way.

OOC:Code credit to forgodssake/Charles Xavier and darkart/Severus Snape

Always in the beginning it is unclear whether or not the dream is his or that of another, even to William. (especially.)

That squiggle could be anything. (the reminiscent lock of a lover's hair on the pillow.) (smoke off a homestead burning.) (an enormously narcissistic signature, half of a page.) (a kill order: it might as well have read, Gentlemen, do what you do best. murder them.) (a luminous diagram of stellar parallax.) (sandy rattlesnake walk.) (the long scrape of a dead man's boots dragged through mud, en route to disposal.) (crayola.) (one thread popped from the fishnet.) (god's fingers; the sunlight shafting through mobile water.)

(the neon afterimage over-exposed streakily into one's retinas in that moment that the gravity couch's sedation kicks in, twitches the optic nerve, sends one's vision skating crazy through the bright lights of the medbay before they shut into artificial darkness, you know. the light trails.)

(something else.) (never mind.)


But after that, William is definitely somewhere he has never been. An unfamiliar sentiment pounds on him like a kicked ear, and he watches foreground separate from background. (it's especially weird when people dream smells, but nearly no one dreams without color.) He looks for a familiar face and almost always finds one.

(you're especially fucked if you can't remember one of those.)

William is the inobtrusive figure to the left. (sitting at starbucks, god forbid, or climbing a nearby tree made of purple. perhaps the lateral companion sharing the narrow space of this comfortable coffin.) He looks at the object resolving in their hand. (pistol, vial, half of a CD, blueberry, kidney; perhaps one fine-toothed comb.) William looks pretty calm. He says: "Oh,

"That's lovely."