paradisa

[It's early in the morning when the journals burst out with the following.]

Please state the nature of the medi-- [A pause.] Oh, really?! This is getting to be very tiresome!

[A sigh, before this is directed to the journals.]

This is the Emergency Medical Hologram speaking. If someone would be so kind to tell me how long my program was offline this time, I would be grateful.

simulatedmedic

Attention.

[The voice is robotic and female. People who have been working on the holodeck may recognise it as the voice of the Federation computer filtering through the journal.]

This is a message from the Emergency Medical Holographic Channel. All residents who are injured, please report to the clinic. All clinic staff not present, and not assisting more important matters, please report to the clinic. All residents who are able to assist with emergency medical matters, please report to the clinic, or assist other residents not able to reach assistance.

This has been a message from the Emergency Medical Holographic Channel.

[The next is written in neat handwriting.]

My apologies for the computer. It lacks the imagination to deaden the blow. My vocal subprocessors are affected also, so any verbal communication will need to come from the EMHC.

Apologies in advance.

simulatedmedic

[And there's the almost robotic-sounding voice over the journals this morning, and someone just appearing in the clinic.]

Please state the nature of the medical emergency.

[And he pauses, looking around the clinic.]

How did I get here?

a_11

( Filtered to those working on the Holodeck )

a_11

( Filtered to those interested in technology. )

hard_talker

[Mark is curled up in a beanbag chair, reading a pulpy sci-fi novel from the library, when he's interrupted by a knock on the door. marking his place, he sets the book aside, and gets up to let his visitor in.... and finds one Emergency Medical Hologram.]

I hope I’m not disturbing anything, but since I’m unable to partake in my favourite hobby, I thought I would devote my time to trying to make sure this holodeck project goes smoothly.

I hope you’re not busy. I have a few ideas.

[Mark looks from the EMH to his PADD, and grins. Next to the broadcasts, working on the deck is becoming a favorite pastime, after all] Yeah, sure, Doc. … But wait, what’s the problem with your hobby?

[The Doc moves to walk in, looking disgruntled.] Let's say the castle decided to lobotomise that portion of my program.

... Sounds like you found your loss, alright. ... Sucks. I've got a friend who lost a hobby, too: he can't play music. It really ripped him up. .... You need to talk about it?

[The PADD the Doctor is holding clatters to the floor as the image of the man seems to fade erratically a few times before solidifying.]

...There seems to be something wrong with my--

[He doesn’t get the chance to finish as he completely disappears for a moment, before re-appearing. He’s wearing different clothes, and his hair is a bit more messy, but otherwise he looks exactly the same.]

...This isn’t my holo-program.

[Mark’s eyes widen and he tilts his head a little] Isn’t it? Cuz aside from the duds, you still look like you.... I mean - I figure you’d know, but... I’m havin’ a little trouble seein’ the difference.

((OOC: Loss Start for the EMH! A note from his mun: From this point on, the EMH is off-duty for all medical issues, but will still reply to filters. All responses for the EMH will come from

a_11. The mun says he is very sorry. Me? I suspect sarcasm.))

simulatedmedic

[The journal is open, and someone is humming to himself, the sound of this delightful piece filtering through the journal.

After about two minutes, the humming stops, the owner presuming to start singing, but there's nothing but the music playing on in the background, which suddenly stops.]

Oh.

[A sigh.]

Well, that is just cruel and unusual.

simulatedmedic

Ah! Success!

[The proud sound of a man who has accomplished someone filters through the journals.]

I knew keeping some of those engineering subroutines would pay off.

[There's the clearing of a throat.]

Attention, residents of Paradisa. Your clinic is now in possession of one Starfleet-issue Dermal Regenerator. This means that anyone who needs cuts and nicks healing can do so with ease and no pain.

[He built it himself. He's so proud.]

I would, however, like someone to trial it on. I'd like to make sure that it works.

Any clinic staff who wish to be briefed on its operation, please contact me, but I must insist that no non-trained persons operate the device.

Thank you for your attention.

( Filtered to persons with knowledge of advanced technology. )

simulatedmedic

Chief Medical Officer's Log, USS Voyager.

It is my sad duty to report that Dr. Sarah Harding is dead. Cause of death: Tyrannosaurus attack.

She will be greatly missed. A brilliant mind, if a bit misguided. End log.

[A sigh.]

I'm sorry to anyone who knew her, however short.

simulatedmedic

[There's a rustling as someone flips open a journal, before a voice comes from it.]

Whilst the castle's décor may seem rather vintage, I'm lead to believe that there may be some people out there that can help me.

[There's a clearing of his throat.]

I'm looking for someone who can build holographic emitters, capable of projecting a complex holo-matrix. Maybe even link them into the computer network here. While it is nice to be able to go out and about with my Mobile Emitter, past experiences show that the longer I stay activated, the more likely my matrix will de-stabilise and, unfortunately, I doubt anyone here can help recompile a complicated program such as myself. [Yes. He's so full of himself when he says that.] Anyone who can help would be most appreciated.

( Filtered to Medical staff at either Clinic. )

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( Filtered to Naomi Wildman )

simulatedmedic

[Something someone never expects to see appearing in the clinic, is someone... Well, just appearing. But that's exactly what the Doctor does. He phases into existence, stating those timeless words...]

Please state the nature of the medical emerg...

[Until he cuts himself off, that is, looking around.]

...This isn't my sickbay... [Sterling powers of deduction. He raises his voice, a note of irritation present.] Mr. Paris, if this is your way of celebrating your new baby, I'd like to run a cranial scan.

[No response. He does, however, notice the mobile emitter present on his left arm and frowns. So maybe this wasn't the holodeck. He reaches up and taps his combadge. It was worth a shot.]

Doctor to Captain Janeway. [Nothing.] Doctor to Voyager. Please respond. [Again, nothing.] Well. This is just wonderful. [He raises his voice again.] I'll have you know that this isn't the first time I've been kidnapped. Kindly return me to my vessel.

[Meanwhile, he's taking out his tricorder and doing some scans. Yes, it's a medical tricorder, but it can still take some readings. Like life forms. He hasn't noticed the journal at his feet yet.]

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((OOC: Open for Action in the clinic!))

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