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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?"

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?"

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.