This is fucking wonderful. I've spent days looking for certain items that have apparently disappeared into thin air. I risk plummeting to my death in a pool of sentient slime and lizard creatures just for the lovely joy yeah right of dodging irate crew members while searching for stuff that isn't here. The clowns around here had better not have taken my stuff not that they'd even know what to do with it if they did. If any of them had even thought to ask me, I could have told them what the writing in the temples said. Idiots.
This place is losing its charm fast weird. And to top it all off, I think I need a visit to sickbay. *shudder* I'd almost rather have Bev and her more modern medicine right now. Not that eels both me--I've dealt with worse. I just hope they can fix me. This mark on my arm is starting to get nasty. *absently rubs a swollen red and purple crescent that is starting to harden*
The eels can be avoided if you come when I'm there. I'm also an entymologist so I can likely develop an anti-toxin if necessary for your bite. I hope you come in soon as that bite does not sound good.
Strike that, I'm coming to you. ::goes to Vash's, chimes door, taps foot, opens door when there is no response. Vash is on the bed with eyes closed. Scans Vash, COMMs steward with instructions to deliver serum#9 and serum#69 with some sickbay equipment. Upon delivery mixes two serums, changing some minor things. Fills hypospray and administers it.::
There you should be better tomorrow. Please come by sickbay when I'm there tomorrow and I'll check on you ~Cutler writes and makes sure note can be seen by Vash upon awakening. There is no need to move her into sickbay.
Um...good? Or not? This feels kind of...creepy, actually. And I never sleep that deeply usually. Occasionally people I've double-crossed want to get even, so it always pays to be alert. There really must have been something wrong with me if I could sleep through that.
::Cutler e-mails Vash:: The bite you suffered had evidence that the insects venom was a strong sedative. I learned this from further study of the scans I did on you when you did not answer the door. You should come to sickbay for a check up. Though there should be no lingering problems, it will be best to make sure.
Since Jean-Luc isn't in this time period at the moment, I suppose I'll have to see to it that the other mortals give you the sendoff you'd prefer (if not the one you'd deserve.)
I was thinking of Valasian blue roselings, actually. And perhaps a Ferengi ceremony where they auction off your body parts to pay for your entrance into the Grand Exchequer. But for obvious reasons I'm hardly an expert on dying protocols.
Just let me know your preferences and I'll make sure everything is arranged when the time comes. You want to get that taken care of as soon as possible, you realize.