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Post by chero on Apr 22, 2008 13:46:15 GMT -5
"Once I've reviewed the questioning protocols, I'll go over them with Corazon later this afternoon," he says. "Unless you would rather review them with her, sir," he adds, casually, returning to his desk. Kaneda looks at Capa seriously. "You should conduct the review. You will be in the room with her. However, I want to keep informed about everything that happens. Privacy is a murky subject in this type of psych analysis. I'll leave the decision as to how much information you want to share with me up to you. Corazon will be the necessary facilitator. It would be appropriate for her to know everything, at least where the analysis is concerned. I want you to try to cut her out of the equation though. Harvey must revert to his independent condition for the sake of the return journey. That is your goal."
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Post by kaliszewski on Apr 22, 2008 18:18:08 GMT -5
"Alright."
From "zero" to "Freud" in under five minutes. Capa checks his watch. At least you're finally going to make yourself useful around there, his mom would say.
"I was going to take a short break in the gym. Then I'd better get busy in Medical." He looks across at Kaneda and adds, respectfully: "Was there anything else, sir...?"
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Post by chero on Apr 24, 2008 18:54:15 GMT -5
"I was going to take a short break in the gym. Then I'd better get busy in Medical." He looks across at Kaneda and adds, respectfully: "Was there anything else, sir...?" "I think you have enough on your schedule for now. Good day, Capa, and thank you." Kaneda makes his leave from the office. He glances at Harvey and Corazon, and decides not to interrupt them on his way to his quarters.
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Post by kaliszewski on Apr 25, 2008 8:32:18 GMT -5
Capa does interrupt them, briefly, after he saves his work on his report and heads out of the garden. Corazon is telling Harvey how once, long ago, her mother nearly stopped her daughter's budding (ha!) career as a botanist in its tracks by telling her that carrot seeds had to be planted right-side-up or the carrots would grow upside-down: a six-year-old Corazon had nearly been in tears before her mother laughed and hugged her and explained the joke.
Good thing she didn't pull that one on me, Capa thinks, approaching. I'd still be in the carrot rows now.
"Corrie--?" he says.
Corazon looks up good-naturedly. "Yes, Capa--?"
He nods a friendly greeting to Harvey before he replies. "Would you come see me in Medical this afternoon?"
"Am I first up for the exams?"
He catches her tone-- Am I your guinea pig, Dr. Capa?-- and smiles reassuringly. "No. We just need to review a few things."
"Okay. See you later, then."
She and Harvey go back to their soil sampling. Capa takes his leave. In the gym, he runs himself to a thorough sweat, stretches, works his way through the weights. Cleaned, he goes to Medical, settles in with his studies, and waits for Cassie to drop by. To the block of psychological texts Kaneda has bookmarked for him he adds articles on headaches, their possible causes, potential cures.
He reads, takes notes, and waits....
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Post by brittany on Apr 25, 2008 8:51:14 GMT -5
Cassie stretches in her pilot chair. She turns the monitors back into their previous positions before getting up. Icarus is in top condition which makes her job done for the day. She touches her comm-link:
"Good job, Mace. I'm heading to Medical now. I'll leave my notes here for you when you get back."
Before she leaves to the Medical Bay, she grabs Mace's jacket and sets it on top of his chair to make sure he can see it.
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Post by chero on Apr 25, 2008 14:24:29 GMT -5
Harvey watches Capa walk out and looks curiously at Corazon. "Review a few things?"
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Post by kaliszewski on Apr 25, 2008 16:09:07 GMT -5
"Maybe he wants to discuss how his new lighting ideas might affect the garden. Or maybe he's stumbled across the checklist for older-- make that slightly older-- women in space. You know: 'make sure you're getting enough calcium,' that sort of thing." Looking across at the comms officer, Corazon shrugs nonchalantly. "I'm really not sure, Harv."
She gets up, picks up the soil sampler. "C'mon. Let's see how these samples will affect our planting pattern."
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Post by brittany on Apr 26, 2008 20:21:03 GMT -5
Cassie steps inside the Medical Bay and smiles at the sight of Capa. "Hey."
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Post by chero on Apr 26, 2008 20:33:40 GMT -5
She gets up, picks up the soil sampler. "C'mon. Let's see how these samples will affect our planting pattern." Harvey smiles again and stands up as well. "Okay."
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Post by kaliszewski on Apr 27, 2008 1:07:54 GMT -5
At her workstation, Harvey at her side, Corazon loads the soil samples in the master analyzer and maps out the day's planting, rest, and supplements pattern. As she does, she finds herself wondering what Capa did want. No doubt a look at how Harvey was behaving, or else he would have called her on her comm link. But what else...? I'll know soon enough, won't I?She shows Harvey the resulting planting pattern, then takes him over to the nursery area of the garden and arms him with a trayful of seedlings. Back in the vegetable patch, she shows him how to plant them, the exact-rough depth, a gentle black-loam covering of the roots. "Go ahead and finish these," she tells him. "I'm going to log the sample data." She stands, straightens; she pats Harvey on the shoulder and goes back to her workstation. ***** Cassie steps inside the Medical Bay and smiles at the sight of Capa. "Hey." "Hey." Capa smiles back at her, rising. He indicates a chair next to the desk. "Have a seat." While Cassie settles herself, he goes to the supplies and equipment cabinet. "I'd like to run a couple of tests and check your vision," he says. He joins her at the desk with a small tray: the optometric scanner, a syringe, a rubber-topped phial, Betadine swabs. He follows her eyes to the capped needle on the syringe, sees the tiniest flicker of fear. Understandable, of course: no one likes needles. More especially when it's an amateur who'll be in search of a vein. He places his hand over hers. "I promise it won't hurt. And if it does, you can do to me what my mom always said Rosa and I could do to her when she was teaching us how to perform draws: you can jab me with a ten-gauge needle anywhere you want. "Ten-gaugers are roughly the size of crochet hooks, by the way," he adds, drolly, by way of explanation. Somehow he doubts he'll be extending the ten-gauge offer to Mace when the general crew checkups are underway. "Not at all like the twenty-one we'll be using now." He meets her eyes reassuringly. "Okay with you, Cass...?"
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Post by massiefan on Apr 27, 2008 2:28:47 GMT -5
"Thanks Cassie." The mechanic replies, removing his gloves and drying sweat and condensation from his hands via the classic method of wiping them on his pants as he watches the last mainframe unit sink the final few inches under the surface of the coolant tank. Putting away his gear, Mace enters the main area of the Flight Deck, skims over the pilot's notes. Everything seems to be working perfectly - or, at least, as perfectly as possible on a ship that's been through everything the Icarus II has. The mechanic logs the contents of Cassie's findings into his own engineering records for later reference, and notices a new file received just a couple of hours ago. Opening it, he discovers Capa's readings on the appropriate lighting increase for the ship's interior. Ignoring a few paragraphs worth of scientific terminology relating to mental health and ambience deprivation and such, Mace's eyes seek out only the figures dictating the recommended energy transfers and wiring and improved wellbeing of the crew. According to the physicist's analysis, Icarus' lighting could be brightened by 24.75% without requiring extra exertion from the engines or eletrical systems; 8.3% is the percentage by which energy expenditure speed will increase under these new settings; 9 is the number of mentally deteriorative conditions the adjustments would help prevent. The mechanic leans back slightly in his seat, runs a hand through his hair and frowns at the data on the screen in front of him as he estimates his own numerical data.
7 - the number of junctions he'll have to reroute in order to avoid increasing the lighting in areas such as the Med Center, the 02 Garden and the Earth Room. 12 - the minimum number of hours making these changes will take. 23 is the number of potentially disastrous mishaps that could occur whilst adjusting the electrical system - 6 is the number of days within which Mace suspects Harvey may start asking him about repairing the damaged Comms Tower before they leave the Dead Zone, another dangerous task suitable for the mechanic alone to complete.
Shaking his head slightly, Mace calls on Icarus.
"Icarus, please present full schematics of ship interior, targeting eletrical systems."
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Post by brittany on Apr 27, 2008 18:59:20 GMT -5
He meets her eyes reassuringly. "Okay with you, Cass...?" Cassie takes another look at the equipment, takes a breath and smiles. "Yeah, let's do this. I trust you, Capa."
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Post by chero on Apr 27, 2008 21:31:13 GMT -5
"Go ahead and finish these," she tells him. "I'm going to log the sample data." She stands, straightens; she pats Harvey on the shoulder and goes back to her workstation. "Sure thing, Corazon." Harvey resumes working quite contently.
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Post by kaliszewski on Apr 27, 2008 22:04:55 GMT -5
Shaking his head slightly, Mace calls on Icarus. "Icarus, please present full schematics of ship interior, targeting electrical systems." This is a tall order even for Icarus. Her excuse, were she excuse-inclined, would be that the question is not the volume of data but how most usefully to present that data. She settles for a diorama, the ship's interior floating in glowing miniature above and around the pilots' stations. Schematics available, Mace. Electrical systems targeted in red. Please specify magnification as needed.Cassie takes another look at the equipment, takes a breath and smiles. "Yeah, let's do this. I trust you, Capa." "Good." He puts on a sterile pair of gloves, gently grasps Cassie's slender wrist, and straightens her arm slightly, her left hand palm-up, on the desk. He lightly taps the inner crook of her elbow until a vein rises to see what's going on. "The trick is to relax," he says softly, reaching for a Betadine swab. "Just as easy as breathing, Mom says. Nothing to it at all...." Just a pinch. Then he's sitting there, his knees nearly touching Cassie's, capping the warm phial of blood. "All done." He smiles, presses a piece of sterile gauze over the puncture site. "Here. Might bleed for a moment or two." Before he stands, he leans close and gently kisses her cheek. Then he gets up, partitions and mixes the blood with the proper diluting agents, and loads the samples into the analyzer. "We'll check your eyes while we wait for Icarus to process these." He re-seats himself, reaches for the optometric scope. "If your vision is off, it could be making your head hurt." But Cassie's eyes are as pilot-perfect-- and as darkly lovely-- as ever. Capa is finishing his scan of her left one when Icarus says: Samples analyzed, Capa. Test results available."Okay. Thank you, Icarus." He turns to the monitor on the desk....
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Post by massiefan on Apr 28, 2008 4:59:27 GMT -5
"Thanks." The mechanic regards the slowly pivoting holographic diagram before him, noting the location of the junctions at which he'll have to reroute the wiring. Two are in one of the alcoves in the corridor leading to the Oxygen Garden; three more are in the Engine Room. The remaining ones can be seen near the glowing representations of the Mess Hall and the Comms Center respectively. Mace records the necessary data before lodging another request with the ship's helpful AI.
"Icarus, specify areas of highest solar energy consumption within ship interior, magnified at 45%."
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