Posted by Lieutenant Kusinut “Ember” Sutalo (Diplomatic Relations Officer) in Side sim: Holodeck

Posted by Crewman Jasper Jarvis (Cardiology and Surgery) in Side sim: Holodeck

Posted by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Surgery and Emergency Medicine) in Side sim: Holodeck
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It was not, by any means, the grandest holodeck simulation ever. In fact, on first impressions, it could well have been passed off for a quaint historical affair. However, the attention to detail was exquisite. A smell of carbolic soap mixed with a mild hint of rusted iron hung in the air. The washstands and their tilled surrounds had been recreated with such care that it was clear that the architect had done some thorough research and ensured the programmer carried out his instructions to the letter. Yet this was nothing compared to the room that lay beyond the double doors. Only that would have to wait. The pre-operation procedures of the time needed to be adhered to, or what was the point.

Dr Jarvis strode up to the metal washstand and took a moment to admire the fixings. While he’d had every confidence in his research into Knickerbocker Hospital of New York, his initial appraisal of the NE programmer had sold the gentleman short. For a moment he stood and took in the stench of soap, disinfectant and… death. This was how real advancement was made, he thought as he rolled up the sleeves of his early 20th-century earth surgical gown, turned on the jet of water and picked up the carbolic soap. Doctor’s applying their research in practice to iron out the kinks. Yes, some lives would be lost. However, the speed at which advancements could be made meant that hundreds more would live. The needs of the many, outweigh the needs of the few after all. Suitably attired and prepared to the standards of the period, his gown more for the protection of his suit than sterility for the patient, he proceeded through the doors and into the operating theatre.

OOC: Ok so ‘barbaric’ surgery is about to go down in holodeck 2. If any of you guys want to watch or, dare I say it, get your hands bloody, feel free to jump in. Perhaps a Klingon school teacher might find it a suitable field trip opportunity.

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

OOC: A surgeon read the Klingon school teacher’s mind.
IC:

Echego presented the day without a schedule, but that was not uncommon for the Klingon teacher. Above structure, she valued competence; it was difficult to achieve proficiency when forced to abide by a schedule that did not suit the student’s academic needs. Thus, she followed the pace of her students, determining what lessons she would teach by how progressive they had been in their studies the day prior. It was disorganized by the opinion of others, but she found this method of teaching to be far more effective than others.

Today, she supposed her students could use less time cooped up in the confines of their school’s plain walls (and she, less time listening to their complaints).

“I should expect none of you grow nauseous at the sight of blood.” Echego remarked, although didn’t much care if they were. In most cases, such a primitive surgery would have been an inadvisable choice for a school field trip, but Em’ujo seized the opportunity for what it was worth: a proper history lesson. One that preferably didn’t end up in her students’ lunch caking the hospital floor. “Come,” she huffed, “the surgery will begin soon.”

Ms. Echego
Teacher

This can only turn out entertaining. As Drake rounded the corner to approach the holodeck Jarvis was holding his surgery in, he found himself confronted by a fleet of children and a Klingon woman who was either their daycare operator or teacher, he had yet to confirm which. Delightful. He thought.

After they were all filed in, he entered and examined the scene. Historically accurate, if nothing else. Perhaps accurate to the point of becoming unsettling. He found a good place to sit. Leaning forward, he asked “Jasper the Ripper, what’s the surgery?”

-Dr Drake Marshall

Dr Jarvis surveyed the steady influx of flesh and blood onlookers. He could not recall making his plans to run the simulation public and was, in all honesty, surprised that anyone, bar perhaps Dr Marshall, had the slightest interest. It told him three things. One, that there might be a modicum of desire for intellectual stimuli aborad the ship after all. Two, never underestimate a Klingons desire to see blood… or an educator’s attempts to get their pupils to learn something. And three, that the programmer who had created the simulation for him had a big mouth.

He moved over towards Dr Marshall and flashed him an almost maniacal grin, “all in good time, Doctor. “

Cai for his part did nothing when the teacher had guided the class out into the corridors and to the holodeck, he did however widen his eyes at the scene before him and as they climbed the stairs to the seats surrounding the operating theatre, as the name suggested, he found himself staring at historically accurately clad figure of Jasper and tripping over a couple of holographic medical students.

As he sat down on his bench. Slowly he pulled his ear buds out of his ears watching a waiting.

Cai

Adrian Sorel had been quite intrigued by a field trip to the holodeck, until he’d actually walked in and seen what awaited them that is. His features tightened and his eyes narrowed as his gaze flicked around the holodeck taking the scene in. His heart started to pound and his breath became short. He stopped for a few moments before turning and walking back out without a word.

Adrian Sorel

Echego, surprised to find Cai acting as though he might pay some heed to the presentation before him, almost didn’t catch Adrian’s silent retreat from the hubbub of the holodeck. Hardly privvy to concern, or any empathetic emotion, Echego wasn’t certain what led him to leave. Quietly, she followed him from the holodeck, searching the adjacent hallway for any sign of the young man. “Mister Sorel?” She called out.

Ms. Echego, Teacher

Echego found Adrian Sorel just outside the holodeck doors, leaning up against the wall, arms folded with a grim set to his mouth. His head was partially lowered but he cast an upward glance to acknowledge the teacher’s presence.
“My apologies, Ms. Echego but I cannot…”He shook his head as he grimaced.”I cannot watch that.” He finally managed to get out with a swallow.

Adrian Sorel

“Never apologise, Adrian.” Echego shook her head, “Own your feelings. Others’ opinions and emotion are of no consequence to you.”

Adrian Sorel blinked at that admonishment and frowned as he tried to decipher it.

If this were Kl’alath, the city of Echego’s origin, she would have been compelled to force Sorel to return to the surgery and face what made him grimace. Adrian wasn’t Klingon. He did not possess the same spirit of Klingon youth, nor their dauntless tendencies. His stomach was weak, and she was to accept that with any hope of being his educator. “Why?” She asked, narrowing her gaze. “What inhibits you, Adrian?”

Adrian Sorel turned his face so she could not see his. He was silent for so long, probably long enough the teacher would think he was not going to answer before he finally seemed to come to a decision. “I was six when I underwent my second serious heart surgery, to try and rectify a congenital defect. Before that one my mother decided I needed to be educated on what the doctors would be doing so had me watch several graphic videos and a holodeck program like that. ” He said turning his head a bit to point with a quick jab of his chin toward the holodeck doors. “I was fine with it then. Though I was already sick of all the doctors and hospital wards. Two years later my heart finally failed. I was rushed into emergency surgery at Starfleet Medical where my entire heart was replaced with a biosynthetic one. My mother said I died on the way to the surgery, twice. For six months after I recovered from the surgery I had nightmares…of myself being in the holodeck surgery program…and not making it.” He finally stopped speaking to take a deep breath, like a cleansing breath.

Adrian Sorel

Once the room had filled, Dr Jarvis took centre stage. It was customary for the surgeons of the time to explain the procedure they were about to carry out and since he now had a live audience, it only seemed appropriate. He lightly raised a hand and waited for a sterile quite to descend.

“The first successful attempt at open heart surgery occurred not long before the turn of last century. A patient with a stab wound to the pericardium had it successfully sutured by Dr Williams of Provident Hospital, Chicago,” Jasper began, easily recalling the chapters detailing the earliest cardiac surgeries on earth. “However, before today, no one has dared to attempt an operation on the heart valves themselves.” He strode over to the examination table. “The gentleman you see before you, suffers from mitral valve stenosis. I shall endeavour to locate the damaged valve and repair it.”

OOC: If anyone wishes to jump in and help me cut this poor sucker… I mean patient open, feel free.

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

OOC: Well, if you’re going to invite me…

IC: Drake stood up, and circled around to go into the doctor’s preparation area. He passed the open holodeck door. “Don’t be squeamish, it’s just open heart surgery.” He called.

He didn’t have time to don as much historically accurate garb as his colleague, but Drake emerged, dressed well enough for the part. “If I recall Jarvis, it’s been a while for you. Still remember where the mitral valve is?” He asked with a playful smile. “I’m here to help, if you need a guiding hand.”

-Dr Drake Marshall

Jasper gave the intruder a wry smile. He had grown used to the doctor’s petty slights by now and so simply brushed it off. However, his earlier comment of ‘Jasper the Ripper’ did have a nice ring to it. Perhaps next time he should make the scene a smoky back alleyway and the patient an unwilling streetwalker who had taken a wrong turn…

“Doctor Marshall, your timing could not be more apt. I need someone to operate the suction device.” He pointed to white metal trolly that housed a series of large glass jars. From one, a rubber tube passed out through a cork stopper and through a piece of apparatus with a crank handle; rudimentary if not archaic. Needless to say, there would be blood spilt when the jars inevitably needed changing. “I hope you work your biceps when you exercise.”

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

Ms. Echego
Teacher