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Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Jörmungandr Lounge - All crew welcome

Posted by Crewman Quinn Emery Kindle (Yeoman / RTF) in Jörmungandr Lounge - All crew welcome

Posted by Lieutenant Fey Kastil (Chief Medical Officer) in Jörmungandr Lounge - All crew welcome

Ryder put down his drink and left his present company to check what the commotion was, “What’s going on, Copper isn’t it?” He called out finally closing the gap to the man, Cooper a shipyard engineer was cradling his arm. “Well spit it out man.”

• Commander Ryder, XO

Casela watched Ryder move over towards Cooper. She tapped Cobb on the arm and pointed. She as sure the Cmdr had whatever it was in hand, but it was a shame if problem started at the first crew event of their voyage.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

The Doctor didn’t get much time to reply to the captain or the surroundings when the engineer called out for help. As quickly as she could get through the crowd, she was there with a tricorder out. The nurse that had brought the cake pulled out a full medical kit from under the cake and started heading toward the doctor to back her up. “Commander, please relax and allow Cooper to speak on his own terms. I want to be sure he’s awake but I don’t want to panic him as that may send him into shock.” The nurse opened the kit next to the doctor and turned to clear the crowd away from them so she could do her work. “Give the Doctor some room, let her work.”

• Doctor Fey Kastil

On his knees now, his arm still clutched tightly to his chest, Copper continued to moan and blow onto his arm, as if attempting to soothe a deep burn. The doctor’s tricorder, however, would register severe vasoconstriction in his lower arm and hand, almost as if he were suffering the effects of extreme frostbite. Indeed, were the doctor to visually inspect the injured arm then she would see the skin itself turning blue.

Meanwhile, at the table, it was now Clark’s turn to cry out, with a confused yell of “what the hell?”. Seconds later and Synthi-er’s sweater had fallen from the table, the ice it had become encrusted in making several loud snaps as it collided with the floor.

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Casela watched the sweater fall and shatter, and she moved. She was next to Cobb one moment and then pulling Clark out of the booth and towards the nurse. She turned quickly making use of her “move or die” stare, “Get back, away from here.” She moved them quickly to the other side of the room. She knelt next to Fey, the nurse, Cooper, and Clark. “What do you need, Doc?” She grabbed an extra tricorder from the medkit and started scanning the table and booth.

Lt. Synthi-er, RTF

Doctor Kastil loads a hypospray with pain medication and doesn’t bother to ask permission as she injects it into Cooper. “I need a large bucket with warm water or a low-temperature heating element. We’ll cause irreparable damage if we reheat the arm too quickly, but we do need to return it to normal temperature. Someone move the cake, we’ll need the cart.”

• Doctor Fey Kastil

From over by the bar area, the faint voice of Captain Cobb could be heard. “The cake? Oh, I’ve got it!” Followed by a growl, and then more sternly, “back off, Ensign. I will take care of the cake!”

Casela nodded, moving quickly behind the bar to the replicator. She got a large square bucket with low sides so Coopers who arm could reach into it comfortably. She filled it with warm water and also ordered what looked like a single burner camping stove. She brought them back to Dr. Kastil. Then she resumed her tricorder readings.

Quinn walked in and wondered what she had walked into since it sounded like someone was in extreme pain and it felt like walking into a freezer. She wrapped her arms around herself as she moved further into the lounge trying to figure out what was going on.

• Quinn Kindle -Yeoman/RTF

Lt. Synthi-er, RTF

As the pain medication began to work its magic, Copper’s cries diminished and he fell silent, watching with a degree of terrified detachment as the Doctor continued to work on his arm.

At their table, however, Clark, who had been studying the ice-encrusted sweater, now rose to his feet and pointed towards the ceiling. “What the hell is that???”

Were the crew to follow the man’s outstretched finger, they would see a strange, nebulous shape start to form above the table where the two engineers had been seated. As the grey, billowing mass continued to expand, it also began to shed small particles from its underside, that fell down onto the table and now-vacant seats.

“Hey! It’s snowing!” Clark yelled in amazement, stretching out his hand to catch one of the crystal flakes, which landed into his palm with a hiss and the instant stench of burning flesh…

• Cobb / Copper / Clark