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WHO: Dr. Julian Bashir and you! Extra special request for medical types
WHERE: The hospital
WHAT: Exploring! An attempt at getting the hospital up and running
WHEN: First couple of days exploring.
WARNINGS: Shouldn't be any....

Julian naturally gravitates towards the white buildings--after all, which places would be most likely to contain medical supplies? It's quickly becoming obvious there isn't a plan to get off this planet anytime soon. Julian needs more to work with than his on-the-fritz tricorder. Of course, he's looking far more in-depth at the machinery than he otherwise would if he were still on the Station--looking like too competent of an engineer would like raise some questions he would rather not answer, but while he's all alone, he can at least take a look.

It's odd, how everything looks patchworked together. It reminds him a bit of Deep Space Nine: a horrid combination of Cardassian base tech with Federation modifications done with Bajoran equipment in order to get it up to Federation standards. Somehow, his best friend Chief O'Brien keeps things running.

You can find Bashir fishing around inside an as-yet-unidentified machine, or perhaps examining a canister, or attempting to translate the label of what may be an ampule of medication.

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Even though Dax has been alive long enough to predate the invention of the combadge, Jadzia still sometimes wonders how people got along without them. Since both she and Julian arrived without them and no other form of remote communication seems possible, they are forced to conduct all their conversations in person or not at all. Not that talking in person is a bad thing, but it hampers their ability to communicate while tackling separate projects.

Fortunately, Julian isn't hard to find. When you need a doctor, you go to the hospital.

He's poking around in the machinery when she spots him, her hands full with her bat'leth and a few fruits from the greenhouse. "There you are," she says. "Have you eaten yet?"

It is rather complicated not having a combadge, but truly, there aren't many people Julian feels the need to get into contact with here.

Jadzia of course being the exception.

Julian of course is rather deep in his own thoughts and so doesn't hear Jadzia come behind him. He startles, and turns around but relaxes immediately when he sees who it is.

"No, not yet. I've been looking at how the these machines are built. They look worse than any of the tech on the station. I think even the Chief would have difficulty with these."

"I'm sure that we'll figure something out if we put our heads together," Jadzia says, setting her weapon and the fruit aside to free up her hands, then stepping up to take a peek. "You know, there's a defunct power plant on the outskirts of town. A group of us have been tinkering there, trying to get things in working order again. I could bring some of the spare tools from the plant so we can try our hands at getting these going again." She's heard of a few people falling ill already; having functioning medical equipment would go a long way towards keeping the population healthy.

Elbowing Julian lightly, Jadzia nods back towards the fruit she brought with her. "In the mean time, why don't you take a break and have a snack. It's hard to get work done on an empty stomach."

"I have faith in you, Jadzia," because he certainly doesn't have faith in himself in regards to things like this.

"Regarding the power plant, do we even know how much of the infrastructure is still functional? Even if the power plant is up and running there's no guarantee that it will supply the places that we need it to--oof," Jadzia's elbowing while he talks catches him off guard.

"What would I do without you?" he says somewhat facetiously as he grabs one of the fruits and takes a large bite of it. He's become far more comfortable eating things that he knows haven't had an ill effect on other humans. Speaking of which...

"Have you been able to eat what's being grown?" Though humanoid, Trill can be sensitive to things humans aren't and vice versa and he needs to make sure that whatever non-humans are around have things to eat as well.

"Hard to say without giving the entire city a once-over, but I imagine if we get the plant functioning at a reasonable capacity again, we'll just have to work our way out from there and gradually replace anything that's too damaged," she says contemplatively. "That is provided we can find all the supplies we need, of course," she adds with a shrug and a grin. There's only so much any one of them can do when materials are limited, after all.

As for what he'd do without her, she shakes her head. "You'd be in trouble," she says, a teasing tone in her voice. "Especially when the power is up again and you aren't forced to stop working for the night when it gets too dark." She's joking, of course--Julian is extremely competent, and he knows better than to work himself to a stupor when other people are depending on him.

"I've been testing everything before I eat it, though I feel fairly confident that most everything should be safe. Trill can consume almost anything a healthy human can without adverse effect, but it's best to be cautious since our medical capabilities are so limited right now." That being said, she takes a bite of the fruit she brought for herself. "It seems that most everyone else who's been brought here is human, too."

There's another being picking their way through the hodgepodge ruins of the medical buildings to collect supplies, but their goal is likely very different from the doctor's. There are all manner of things here to investigate and collect, but this individual has a single, all-important focus in mind: bandages.

It doesn't matter whether the items are in pristine condition or completely stained with dirt and age, anything that even remotely resembles a bandage is being collected. These bits of cloth are meticulously being added to their person--either tied into the tangled cloak of rags that they're wearing or wrapped snugly around their limbs.

They're in the middle of wrapping one strip of cloth along the length of their wrist and forearm when they peer around some corner and spot the doctor in his rummaging.

After a moment of quietly watching, they whisper softly in his direction. "Do you know this place?"

The soft sound in the relative quiet has him look up quickly--he tenses, unsure what exactly he's looking at. It's like a dirty clothes hamper personified until he can discern some kind of form. This person seems...odd.

"Er...it appears to be the infirmary. Is there something I can help you with?" he asks as he straightens up and cautiously approaches.

The laundry-person peers back at him with flat, dark eyes, and they reflexively straighten up a little when he does. Continuing to methodically wrap up their hands--moving from wrist to palm now--without taking their eyes off of the doctor, they mumble their response like they're figuring out the words as they leave their mouth.

"Infirm. Inform. In... Is it a hospital?"

Julian furrows his brows. Yes, definitely odd.

"Somewhat? I'm hoping to get this area back up and running as a triage area more than anything and then work on the rest of the building later. We need emergency services up as fast as possible."

He watches as this strange person continues to wrap their hand.

"Are you hurt?" he inquires, pointing at the bandage.

They nod a little when he explains, following along well enough. The question distracts them down to their hands, though. They pause in their wrapping and idly flex their fingers.

"No. We're dead." Very matter-of-fact about it.

His eyebrows fly up at the statement.

"What do you mean 'we're dead'?" The whole sentence is wrong.

Their eyebrows... also raise. Surprised at his surprise.

"What do you mean what do you mean?"

"I mean 'what do you mean by "we"?' and 'how can you be dead if you're standing there, upright and talking to me?'" Surely this is not a conversation he would be having with someone in their right mind, right?

Their expression is beginning to shift from confused to maybe... concerned? Self-conscious? Something with a frown and furrowing brow. They're looking down at their wrapped hand like maybe there's something wrong with it?

"We mean... we. We're dead? And standing. Upright... talking. And other things."

O...kay.

Different tactic then.

"Are you human?" At least Julian has experience with many non-human species.

Perking up a little, they nod!

"Human. We all are." Nice and normal, of course.

...So he'll play along.

"And...how many of you are there?"

"All of us."

They flex their fingers again, experimentally, and start tucking the dangling bandage into the layers of rags making up their sleeves.

"We're all here."

Wow okay he's seriously not getting anywhere here.

Different tactic.

"Are you hurt? Is that why you're wrapping yourself?" And Julian comes forward and reaches out to take...their? Wrist to examine it. Surely there's an injury.

Despite their strangely soft voice, by all appearances, they seem to be male. And their hands are filthy. Skin is cool and pale, but their fingers are absolutely stained with dirt. The rims of their nails are black with it.

Other than that, everything seems to be intact. They let the doctor take their hands and examine them without any reservation--no signs of pain, no broken skin, every bone feels solid. They're just swaddled up in bandages of every condition they could find.

"We're wrapping ourselves... to stay? To stay... comfortable. Together, dark. Soft. Here..." Seeming to list the words as they come to mind.

His brow furrows.

"Yes, of course," because that's something normal one does. Julian examines the hand and other than being quite cool to the touch, nothing appears to be cut or bleeding or broken.

"Are you cold?" he releases the hand. This being certainly is odd.

When Julian gives them their hand back, they look down at it. Closing and opening their fingers for a few moments, they take time to give Julian's question more consideration than they should probably need to.

"...Maybe?"

And then they... offer their hand back, with a seeking expression? Like maybe the doctor can help them figure out the correct answer.

The only thing Julian can think to do with it is to hold it between both of his hands and attempt to warm it with his body heat.

"What's your name? And how old are you?" he gently asks, wondering just how naive they are to respond the way that they are. A part of him wonders if the Universal Translator is just attempting to figure out what they're saying and translating inappropriately.

They gratefully let him keep that hand, because the only thing better than wrapping the limb up tight is having it actually held secure. It's nice, even if it has nothing to do with any of the normal reasons.

"I'm... ten. And twenty." They pause for a moment, glancing to the side as they think hard. "Sixty... three? And sixty four. Older than that... and two. Two twos--twins?"

"Oh."

An entity made up of multiple beings?

"That's quite the range. How do you keep all of your memories straight?" Is this being like Dax?

"And your name is...? My name is Julian," he offers first.

"It's not straight," they answer, with an almost wry tone to their soft voice.

And the issue of a name takes another moment of thought before they answer, and they sound a little unsure about it.

"They always called us Phalanx...?"

"Phalanx," he repeats. He's still holding Phalanx's hand. He moves it up and down slightly in a shake.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Phalanx. All of you."

Slowly, he lets go of Phalanx's hand.

"Is it difficult to stay all together?" The more he thinks about this being, the more questions pop into his head, but he doesn't want to frighten Phalanx who appears...somewhat flighty.

They don't seem to notice the handshake, and they don't notice that their hand is being released until it slips entirely from the doctor's grasp. Then they look a little surprised and wiggle their newly-released fingers.

"Yes. Difficult to stay together. Difficult to stay."

"Is there something I can do to make that easier? Is that something you want to be able to do? To stay together?"

He actually feels like he's getting somewhere with Phalanx!

Phalanx also seems to be picking up on the progress of the conversation, perking up even more as the sentences between them follow an order and make some sense. They seem to understand that they're on roll here.

They murmur and nod. "Staying together. We want to stay. Always."

"What can I do to help?"

Julian also feels that they're on a roll--it's more exciting actually than if he was having a conversation....well, with a single entity. A normal one.

Dirty fingers fidget with the edge of their cloak while they think... and then they frown. It's an expression of disappointment, but it's at least a distinct expression at all.

"...I don't know." And referring to themself in the singular instead of plural as well, how about that?

That pronoun usage doesn't slip by him nor does that expression. This will be an interesting challenge if nothing else.

"Phalanx, do you eat?" He has to physically force himself to slow down with asking questions. It seems that Phalanx is easily confused.

Plus, if he's going to be a physician here, he needs to learn about all of the beings that are here.

"Sometimes," they offer, as if they're trying to be helpful to the doctor and not the other way around.

"Tasting, and--sometimes. A little."

"Do you need to eat to stay alive?" That's really the more appropriate question. After all, he has encountered beings that don't need to eat.

"Not alive." Again, sounding helpful about it. Like they're gently reminding someone who might have a faulty memory. "That was long ago."

Ah, right. So food and likely sleep aren't necessary.

"Long ago? Are you all from the same time period?"

Food and sleep likely aren't necessary in the same capacity, at least. There might be something needed to keep their physical shell going, however.

"We're all from the same..." They tilt their head one way and then the other, and for once, they're able to find a word that summarizes all of the other words that nearly spill out of their mouth instead. "--Everything."

"Well, now you're a unified being, isn't that right? Many of you, but all together?" He swears he's trying to understand.

They suddenly brighten, a surprisingly expressive and warm smile spreading wide across their face, and they nod.

"Yes! We're all here. People and pieces."

Julian grins back--it's difficult not to when seeing that expression.

"Tell me, Phalanx, how long have you been a unified being? Or...can more join you?"

They open their mouth to maybe try answering the first part of that, but snap it shut at the question that the doctor follows it up with. Their smile leaves and they clutch the fabric over their chest, hugging it inward.

"No. Just us. Stay out."

With the sudden change in their demeanor, Julian holds his hands up.

"It's alright Phalanx, I'm not trying to do anything." His first question seemed okay--the reaction was more after the "joining" comment. Did they think Julian wanted to join them somehow?

"How long have you been unified, Phalanx?" he repeats gently.

Their hands stay clutched close against their chest, with an almost wary look lingering around on their face... though, with the way these things already seem to go with them, it probably won't be there for long.

"How long? Long-long. Since we died."

For some reason, Julian is suddenly reminded of the Prophets and their inability to comprehend linear time.

"How many years has it been?"

"It's been..."

Yeah, time is not easy. They frown a little, glance to the side, and think hard.

"Uh, there were... winters. And the family... fam--farm changed. Twice..."

And then, maybe thinking gets too hard, because a look of discomfort grows until it becomes a wince, and one hand lifts to press dirty fingers over one eye.

"...How many years has it been," they ask nothing, off to the side, in the same tone and cadence that Julian had used.

Thrawn was doing some exploring himself. It was mostly for scouting the layout of the structures but he was making a closer study of certain buildings. This one looked to be a med bay of some sort.

He was dressed in ceremonial white mixed with a makeshift bow strapped across his back, an equally makeshift canteen hanging from one shoulder, and a wicked-looking though also makeshift spear. All of that is juxtaposed with blue skin and glowing red eyes.

Currently, he was looking through a cabinet to see what medical supplies there were.

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omg I love this so much

LMFAO OH GOOD

This is hilarious omg

omg Im so glad

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