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PostPosted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 9:39 pm 
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September 19th, 2014 - 20:30

Claire had lost track of how long she had been on shift. She had started at eight that morning, had been due to finish at four, and all she knew was that four had long since come and gone, and the new shift was more than halfway through. Her stomach had been rumbling incessantly for the last hour or more, and so she had reluctantly left the infirmary for a few minutes to get herself a sandwich from the mess hall on the next level up, before returning to her desk, tucked away in the far corner of the infirmary.

And the reason for her diligence?

Less than an hour into her shift, SG-19 had returned from Akita, a planet in the domain of the Goa'uld Raiden, and all hell had broken loose. The two women who had been members of the covert ops team had immediately started sickening for something, with their body temperatures spiking, and pustules starting to spread across their skin at an alarming rate. Vast doses of antihistamines and other medications had failed to alleviate the symptoms, and the women had immediately been moved to isolation.

Bloods had been taken, tests had been run, and Claire was now poring over the results, looking for something that might jump out as being the cause of their mystery illness. The pustules had spread over the last few hours, almost enveloping their bodies, and their skin was beginning to take on a rough, scaly appearance between the weeping sores.

While she wasn't a specialist in immunology or disease diagnosis, she had had enough experience to give her a fighting chance to try to spot what had caused the illness. "Fuck," she muttered, flicking a pen across her desk so that it skittered across the edge and clattered on the floor. Another dead end. Claire worried at a corner of her sandwich, only glancing up when she caught movement nearby out of the corner of her eye.


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PostPosted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 1:09 pm 
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"It's disgusting, thats what it was. Looked like plague or something" Sophie looked up from the page she was studying, focussing her attentions to eavesdropping on the conversation two soldiers were having at the neighbouring table.

"I am trying to eat, man" A sandwich inches from his face, was frozen in motion as the taller of the two carried on his narrative, "Stop being a girl, I'm telling you, they send us to these shit holes and we come back with god knows what"

Interest piqued Sophie closed the book completely and stood up. Picking up her mug, sipping the last remains of its contents (luke warm coffee, or at least coffee like) she returned the cup down on the table loud enough to get the short sandwich eaters attention.

"What planet?" She directed the question directly at them, not caring to think through any etiquette she was lacking.
"Umm, Akita, Ma'am" The tall story teller answered hesitantly, taking in the red head who'd interjected out of nowhere.
"Where are they now?" She was probably being rude and offered a smile alongside the question,
"Infirmary" The soldiers were both staring at her now. Evidently this wasnt the done thing. Add that to the list of no no's in the midst of the military.
"Thanks" Book tucked under arm, she left them to their lunch and hurried down to the Infirmary. She'd only been there once or twice for samples and had to stop and ask someone for directions, remembering to at least show some courtesy on this interaction.

Arriving she started towards the back where she knew the offices were, hoping to find someone to question about this 'plague like thing'.
Professional curiosity was a bitch, and it would bug her to not know more about something as interesting as this. Her work load was light at the moment and mostly repetitive.

Pausing at the door she watched the pen skit across the floor and stop near her feet. Bending to retrieve it she hesitated, considering the best method of barging in to stare at something she hadnt specifically been invited to.

"Hi, and sorry I appear to be interuppting lunch" She smiled, inflecting warmth into the strange mix of Bristolian and Australian her accent had seemed to settle upon, "So I heard about a thing, probably nothing, that's come back from Akita, and I figured I'd pop by, find out what thats all about" She offered the pen forward, "Or you know, return your stationary"

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PostPosted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 10:34 am 
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Glancing up, Claire tossed a wan smile to Sophie Edwards. They weren't strangers, but they hadn't really spent enough time together for Claire to class her as a friend, per se. She liked, the other woman, and that was only helped by the fact that she had lived in New Zealand for a while. If nothing else, it meant that she understood Claire's sense of humour, which was certainly a rarity these days.

"I think the stationery budget'll survive," she replied, her voice holding a light chuckle as she accepted the proffered pen. "I don't think this sandwich did, though. I think it might have been one of your research subjects. Care to take a look?" It was true that the sandwich, now curling at the edges, had seen better days, and would likely be consigned to the bin before long. It didn't have much chance of making it to the list of things that Claire would have classed as a "meal."

"Have a seat," she said, nodding to the chair on the other side of the desk. "Should have guessed you'd be around as soon as you heard what had happened." Claire was grinning, amusement dancing through her tone. She ran a hand back through her hair, leaning back in her chair and shaking her head. "I mean, the guys in the lab are working on this as well, but I figured there was no harm in me having a poke, see whether I could figure it out." She nodded at the slides, the papers, the computer screen in front of her. "You want to take a look? I can run you through the background details, if you like?"


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PostPosted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 6:11 am 
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Her reception was warm, to be honest she hadn’t expected all that much different, Claire was polite enough to be cordial, to Sophie at least. There were rumours that the Doc could chew you out and spit you sideways if you pissed her off, and knowing the Kiwi temperament, not a shocking notion.

“Oh yeah” she moved a little closer, “We keep telling the kitchen they aren’t for eating”

Sliding into the offered chair Sophie offered her own smile back at news her appearance wasn’t that surprising.. Turns out she was getting a reputation for popping her nose in places it wasn’t invited, she’d deal with that later, no one had thrown a wobbly over it, so she had to figure it was perfectly natural round here.

Leaning forward enough on the desk to get a better view of the screen, Sophie nodded.

“Sure, colour me interested. What do we know?”

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PostPosted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 9:42 am 
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Claire laughed. "Maybe we should hunt down a few spare bio-containment capsules and offer them to the mess hall," she said, her voice conversational and light. "Sometimes, I swear, if I see another Salisbury Steak on a Tuesday, I'll scream." The food wasn't really all that bad, but it seemed to be the butt of many jokes, especially amongst the civilians. The military might be used to it, but still... after only a year, Claire was still coming to terms with the fact that her tastebuds were being shortchanged whenever she ate at work.

Sophie took the proffered seat, and Claire tapped a few keys, bringing up the background file on the issue at hand. "What do we know? Two thirds of one half of fuck all," she said wryly. "Of a team of six - two women, four men - on a covert ops mission to Akita, only two, the women, started suffering whatever this is. We're still waiting on the full bloodwork, but, so far, we're seeing no difference between any markers in their blood and the men, which, instinct say, could well make this genetic."

Of course, genetics wasn't Claire's specialty, but there were plenty of people on the base who were experts in the field. She blew out a frustrated breath. "I know I don't really know enough in the field to do much, but still... I don't want to just ditch this and run, you know? I was on duty when they came in, and I really should see this through."


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PostPosted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 5:39 pm 
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Sophie had to laugh; Claire’s comments were bang on the money in regards to the food here. It was somewhat, repetitive and lacking in imagination. She’d experienced her fair share of Mac ‘n’ cheese repeats whilst stretching out the last of a student loan, but that was then, this was now.

“Agreeing with you there – I’d bring lunch in every day if I didn’t have to keep explaining to the guy of the front door it wasn’t a risk to national security!” She shook her head as she chuckled to herself at the memory of the somewhat frustrating conversation had towards the start of her time at the S.G.C.

Waiting patiently for information to appear on the screen, Sophie slid her glasses down from their perch atop her head, and settled them onto the bridge of her nose. Listening to the brief rundown of the situation, she started to mentally pin information into place.

Key facts: Females affected only – Blood work doesn’t show noticeable difference between male and female expedition members – Potential to be genetically linked.

“Well putting aside a ‘power of the penis’ theory, I’d agree that genetic is the likely culprit. It’s not my leading area but I reckon I might know a thing or two?”

She shuffled on her chair, scooting it round the desk a little so she was toward the end rather than the other side,

“We are either looking at something present in a Y linked trait that produces an immunity to whatever the hell this is, which is leaving us with what, 200 genes to explore?” She paused, thinking through the options, “Or its one of the 300 or so genes on the X side of things that activates differently in the sexes”

She blew her own breath out; if this was genetic it was going to be like pulling needles from a haystack. Of course if it wasn’t genetic, then all this postulating was for nothing. She admired the Doctors dedication to her patients, this was without a doubt outside the ball park of most expertise but it hadnt deterred the Kiwi from abusing stationary over it.

“What are we looking at symptom wise? Any shared history in the files?” When in doubt add more information to the board, look for a pattern and chase the lead.

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PostPosted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 9:19 pm 
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Claire arched up an eyebrow. "Christ, every time someone farts in this place, it's a threat to national security." Not much of an overstatement, not really. If anything, it was an understatement, as anything that happened in the base was potentially a threat to galactic security. Ah, if only the rest of the world knew the secrets covered up by NORAD.

Claire could almost see the cogs turning over in Sophie's head. The other woman had something to do with brain chemistry and the like, and possibly - if she recalled correctly - some small background in genetics, which was more than she had herself. Anyway, two heads were better than one, especially in a case such as this, and Claire had never been so arrogant as to assume that she was better than anyone else to solve a case. She'd take all the help she could get, and share any credit - or blame - accordingly.

She snorted at Sophie's "power of the penis" thing. "You know there's more than one bloke here who'd run with that theory," she chuckled, shaking her head, "You ever walk into the mess hall and choke on the testosterone? Reminds me of that shitty 'old Spice' cologne my dad used to wear when I was a kid." Pungent, sickly and completely unnecessary. She leaned forward, chin resting on her hands, as Sophie started talking through a theory if genetics was a factor.

A light frown creased Claire's forehead, and she shook her head. "So it's needle in a haystack time, then," she said, a faintly disgusted tone in her voice, little knowing that her words were echoing the other woman's thoughts. "Symptoms... elevated temperature, pustules, cracked lips, discolouration of the toes and the tips of the fingers. Well, that was an hour ago, fuck knows what it's like now." She cocked her head towards the isolation bays.

"Fancy coming with me to take a look?"


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PostPosted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 10:06 pm 
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Her chuckle at her own experience was extended as she processed Claire’s words. Of course the sobering realisation that technically they were sitting in a secret mountain base harbouring a gate way to untold galaxies, unexplored and containing innumerable persons, did somewhat put her brown bagged sandwiches to shame in their threat level.

Her lips twitched, and then split into a grin as her sexist slate hit the mark, whilst Sophie didn’t know enough about the Doctor to be inviting her to paint nails and braid her, she’d picked up enough to figure a little girl bonding over some generalisations of the sexes wouldn’t be un appreciated. It was hard to be a girl in a man’s world, and Sophie was coming to realise the portrayal of the army being a man’s place, was not in any way over exaggerated.

That said however, she had a Doctorate in Biochemistry, and had held her own in the field, so bring on a little macho smack down.

Drawn into her own deliberating, Sophie didn’t offer anything other than a continued smile which faded out as she started to theorise aloud. Not noticing the look of frustration mirroring her own, but not missing the tone that accompanied the response to her question, Sophie tried not to look overly eager.

Moving her glasses back to their normal place of residence atop her head she ticked off the list of presenting symptoms, trying to catch hold of a stray thought that seemed to be screaming at her somewhere in the depths of some text she’d read that one time, back when. God, that was frustrating – It would probably come to her in the middle of a shower or when she was half way home.

“Sure – I think I have a thought trying to make a connection but it’s stuck in traffic or something” Standing up she gripped the back of the chair, dragging back to its original placement.

“Do the women have any shared medical history? Measles, chicken pox, a particular brand of birth control?” Searching for anything the two women had in common might narrow the field slightly from hundreds, to some other stupidly high number that beggared belief. Bracing herself for whatever she was about to be shown, Sophie hoped that the isolation chamber didn’t hold anything nearly as bad as the mess hall grunts hyperbole suggested.

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PostPosted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 11:29 am 
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Claire and Sophie had always seemed to gel well when they had gotten together, and, even now in this state of crisis, their camaraderie still broke through. After all, in a place filled to the brim with macho cockiness and testosterone, the few women there were had to stick together, right? Especially the geek squad.

Sophie reminded Claire of another doctor or two she had known: totally away with the fairies when working on a problem, and it brought another smile to her face. "Looks like your brain's working overtime there, e hoa (mate, friend)," she grinned, shaking her head. She was glad that Sophie had wandered along, if she were honest. A problem shared, and all that crap, but at least she now had someone she could talk things over with, instead of bouncing it around in her own head.

Claire sighed, stepping out from behind her desk. "Nothing remarkable: they've had all the same vaccinations, one's had a C-section in the past, both have had kids..." Claire blinked, shrugging. "Think that could be a factor?" It was unlikely, but you never knew, especially with half the crap that came dancing through the gate. She raised her eyebrows.

"You do know this is full body condom territory, don't you?"


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Beginning to get lost in the information circulating around her head, Claire’s voice filtered through the fog of facts and pulled Sophie back to the surface, allowing her to resume normal interactive abilities.

Vaccinations were a possibility – Of course the potential for that to be related wouldn’t hold much weight if the men had the same shots. Children, C sections, or something gynaecological could also be as equally as fruitful or pointless avenues to explore. That was the downside of adding more information into the equation.

There was only so much shit you could pile onto the dung heap before you had to admit that the potential for diamonds wasn’t worth the efforts to mine them. Which when you thought about it was a shite analogy considering diamonds don’t come from dung.

Focus

“I don’t know. Possibly, definitely, not even remotely” Sophie shrugged, her face clearly showing that this was defiantly a conundrum.

Full biohazard gear – Joy of joys – Warm, constricting, and somehow always the outfit you were most likely to develop an itch within that you couldn’t scratch.

Offering a smirk, she tilted her head as she spoke, “If I knew I was gonna have to dress up that fancy I’d have done something different with my hair” Laughing before she even finished the line, Sophie walked towards the door, taking a deep breath to refocus herself back to some sort of sensible mind place.

All joking aside there was something horribly wrong with these poor women, and laughing in here might be all that kept her and the Doc from cracking, but outside this office, and inside that isolation room there would be no room for jokes.

“Do you want to lead the way – I’ve not had to visit the isolation room before”

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