Posted by Lieutenant Séan Iven (Chief of Psychiatry) in Main Sim - Psych Help - Unroth III

Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Psych Help - Unroth III
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Lampkin gave the triage nurse look and then rolled her eyes. “Grab a chart, Doctor,” she grumbled having to stop her normal duties. Doctors can be so difficult. With a gesture from her off hand she motioned towards the stack of PaDDs. “Two where called in for a psych consult. There is an old lady over there with a self medicating husband who may need a house call, and then that one.”

Her nod was directed towards the little girl now swinging her feet under the chair. “Don’t know anything about her other than she likes lollipops and is reasonably well behaved.”

GM Wombat

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Séan smiled at Lampkin as he went to pick up the PaDD detailing the girl, with what little information it had on it. At the mention of lollipops he kicked himself for not bringing any but made a mental note to requisition some for the next supply delivery. He moved towards the girl swinging her feet under the chair and crouched down to make their eyes level. “Hi there, I’m Séan. What’s your name?”

CoP Iven

OOC: Intentional split to keep the patients separate.

IC: “Tirri,” the little girl chirped in a high pitched voice, continuing to swing her feet. She plopped the sweet back into her mouth and rolled it around a moment, savoring the delicacy before pulling it out again, suddenly remembering her manners. “What’s your name? Is it true you came all the way here in a space ship? My papa was on a space ship. Mama said he was a space captain in the Imperial Fleet!”

GM Wombat

“I’m Séan.” He repeated. “I did come all the way here in a space ship. The Ogawa. She’s a very big ship with a lot of people on it. Did your mama tell you any fun stories of your papa being a space captain?”

CoP Iven

“No, just that she died,” Tirri replied suddenly sad. “Then she died,” she explained to the doctor before replacing her sweet and staring down at her feet as they swung under the chair, the sucker rolling in her mouth acting as a plug as if stopping additional words from streaming out.

GM Wombat

OOC: Do you mean that her dad died then her mom died? I’m confused with the two she’s dying.

“I’m sorry to hear that sweetie. I’m sure you miss your Mama. Do you have any other family around here or someplace else?” Séan asked gently. He wasn’t sure exactly what help he could provide psychologically, but figuring out if she had any family that she could go to may be the best first step. Setting up a support network with any relatives and coaching them through how to help someone with loss was a vital long term goal.

CoP Iven

OOC: Yes both her parents are dead. Dad first then mom.

IC: “Mm,” the girl thought as she savored the candy some more, eventually biting it and crunching her teeth. “Not really. I am mostly hear to cool off and see the new exciting ship. I do ok, me and the other orphans.” She glanced outside and then back towards Iven. “There are a lot of us you know? They call us underfoot a lot.”

GM Wombat