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Papilio was in good condition, her heart rate slightly elevated but not so much that couldn’t be easily dismissed as being caused by the stress of finding another NE in the corridors.

Maddington, however, well his heart rate was racing despite the over all appearance of muscle relaxation. He was sweating and after a a few moments of scanning vomited all over Walker’s shoes. Poor kid was really in a bad shape.

GM Wombat

“Ah, crap,” Brad muttered, tapping his own commbadge. =/\=Walker to Infirmary, make sure the team responding to the call in Section AA Deck 5 has biohazard response gear, and prepare an isolation room.=/\=

“Computer, erect a bio-containment forcefield around this section. Authorization Walker 9-7-Juliet-Alpha.”

He then reached down to pull Papilio away from Maddington, while training his tricorder on the vomit to see what he could detect there.

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

After a moment of scanning the vomit, Brad started to fill dizzy himself, as if he were breathing paint or some other solvent. He heard colors, saw music, and smelled tea and crumpets nothing was certain and for a moment he felt as if he were falling upwards until it passed.

‘What the HELL?’ Brad thought as he processed the sensations. ‘That’s worse than the time I tried Orion LSD. This is bad.’

A few breaths later he was fine, but something had changed within him. Something was different. All he knew for sure was he was late for something.

“Damn,” he muttered. “I hate being quarantined.”

Where the hell was the medical team? He was going to have words for the CMO here when he got to the Infirmary.

GM Wombat

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

Shaking his head, he turned his attention to NE Papillio.

“Are you feeling any different, Ensign?” he asked.

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

“Oh yes, quite well, thank you,” Papillio said with a smile though she looked up at walker with distant eyes, as if her mind were somewhere else.

Walker for his part began to feel increasingly late, for a very important date. Perhaps to see the Captain? It didn’t matter he really needed to be off. Didn’t he? What was this meeting about any way. It wasn’t on his calendar after all but he was still late for something.

GM Wombat

OOC: Oh God, I’m getting Alice in Wonderland vibes.

IC: Brad tapped his toes, and wiggled his leg, and did every sort of fidget and twitch a human body was capable of.

He wasn’t leaving until the medical crew arrived and cleared him. He could best whatever fast-acting psychotropic bug had entered his system.

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

Ooc: And just after I post this I see that I am in fact going to Wonderland. Oh well, at least you haven’t made me the cat or Johnny Depp…

-Brandon

OOC: grin I’ll see if any one wants to RP the medical team before the NEs come and relieve you.

GM

OOC: Ta, geoff

-Brandon