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It was at times like this that Claire wished that she hadn't gone for surgery as a specialty: sometimes, it seemed that a diagnositician would be of far more use at the SGC. However, Claire had garnered herself a reputation for innovative and groundbreaking surgical techniques, and that was what had brought her to the attention of the SGC in the first place. She couldn't complain, not really.

She let Sophie muse for so long before almost literally prodding her. "So... you're as clueless as I am at the moment," she remarked, grinning. "That's good to know." If a bio-chem geek didn't have a clue either, it didn't mean that she was missing something glaringly obvious, at least.

"Ah, but the condom smells worse than any date possibly could," snorted Claire, shaking her head as she strode through the corridors, leading Sophie to the isolation rooms in question. "You're lucky if you've never been here before," she said, pushing the first of the airlock doors open, then waiting for them to close again before she pressed the red button into the next chamber. She turned back to Sophie, a perplexed expression on her face.

"You what?? You've never been to the isolation chambers, and you've been at the SGC about as long as I have?" Claire burst into laughter. "Christ, and you call yourself a biofuckingchemist?"


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PostPosted: Sat Oct 04, 2014 6:25 pm 
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Offering a half smile alongside her shrug, Sophie had to admit a small level of defeat at this one. Of course that didn’t mean that she was giving up, she hadn’t gotten half round the world and back by laying down at the first hurdle.

“I don’t know … I have spelt some shitty cologne” Sophie shot back as they started to make their way through the industrial beige corridoors.

Her mind was beginning to drift off, the notion that something was familiar about the symptoms wasn’t going away and it was going to drive her mental if she didn’t make the connection soon. Stepping through the airlock and stopping only when she realised that she couldn’t go any further, Sophie snapped from her reverie and focused once again on the woman occupying the small space.

Raising an eye brow at the laughter that was now pouring forth at her lack of attendance, Sophie fought to look suitably unimpressed that she was, in essence, the butt of clearly a very funny joke. The effort was futile, and cracking a broad grin herself, she tried to calm the torrent of mirth pouring from the Kiwi.

“I know, shocking right? I guess they’ve been keeping me busy with the ‘parts’ rather than letting me loose on the whole” Truth was in the short time she’d been here, most of her work had kept her down in the labs running tests and analysing the data. She’d simply come in and find that stuff was waiting for her, or someone would arrive with grisly gifts for her to get stuck into.

“Being completely honest with you, 9 times out of 10, the actual people I have worked with have been dead – So not so much in need of isloation”
Offering a small shrug, Sophie realised that she was as equally nervous as she was excited to be visiting the ‘victim’s. It was a chance to see something as it was happening, to study it as it lived and breathed, not just to stare at a slide containing some poor schmuks grey matter. On the flip side, seeing it as it infected and affected a living person, meant having to see some living soul go through the hell of whatever it was doing to them.

Her expression now slightly apprehensive, Sophie asked what she needed to know before the show, “Is it completely awful?” She didn’t want to appear like she was afraid, but truth was she was terrified, not for herself, but for the poor woman who lay suffering.

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"Why is it that men think that we want them to smell as though they've bathed in stuff that you wouldn't use to clean your toilet with," grinned Claire. "I don't know which is worse: the sweat or the shitty deodorant." She gave a mock shudder.

She was glad that Sophie hadn't taken offence. However, it was odd for a biochemist - sure, Sophie specialised in post-mortem biochem, but everyone around here turned their skills to anything they were suited for - not to have visited the isolation bays at least once. Claire grinned at the younger woman. "You're in for a treat, you know. There's nothing quite so... sterile as an isolation room." Sterile wasn't the word for it. The combination of white one white walls and fitments, glaring lights and the antiseptic scent that permeated everything was almost otherworldly.

Well, at least it would be to those who hadn't actually been to another world.

"I bet it's something of a treat to see them before they're lying cold and stiff on a slab, right," she chuckled, opening the second door of the airlock, and heading into the isolation chambers' changing room. Claire reached into a locker, pulling out a couple of hazmat suits, not the cheap, nasty ones, but the ones with the fully self-contained HEPA systems. She passed one to Sophie. "That should fit you." Her own was noticeably shorter in the legs.

Claire's gaze turned serious, and she nodded, even as she was unzipping the suit and stepping into it, tugging the heavy fabric up her legs and shimmying her hips to pull it into place. "Yeah, it is," she said, her voice gentle. "I think it's got to be one of the worst things I've seen here." No point lying about it. Claire hefted the heavy suit over her shoulders, pushing her arms into the sleeves. "I take it you're a past master with these suits, right?"


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Quirking an eyebrow, Sophie simply nodded at the notion that what she about to witness was treat like in anyway. Sterile rooms were one thing, been there, done that. The whole bright lights, filtered air and whiter than white surroundings, were a little overwhelming to say the least. Someone had once described a clean room as what they through a baby must first see as it’s born, all overly harsh lights and surroundings. Sophie didn’t see it personally, but everyone had a different take on things, personally she expected to walk in and be told she was the One.

Following the shorter woman through the second door, she offered a smile that barely permeated her eyes. Uncertainty was starting to taint her thoughts, fear as well. The dead were just that, meat sacks devoid of whatever spark it was that made them more than kibble and bits, but in there, the spark would be present, and it was going to be a hell of a lot harder to see them as specimens.

Taking the proffered suit, she shrugged off the light cardigan that she had been wearing, not wanting to add another layer beneath the heavy material of the suit. It was going to be warm and unpleasant enough without the cotton blend adding to the mix. Pausing as she stepped into the legs, Sophie gulped down the small hiccup that attempted to escape, grimacing slightly as it bought with it the bitter after taste of coffee. Closing her eyes and uttering a silent mantra, she idly touched the two rings that had slipped free from under her blouse, before tucking them back in out of sight.

Jumping slightly as she pulled the suit up over the rear end, and then bunny hopping again to get the momentum to pitch the heavy top half into place, she managed a slightly breathless reply:

“Oh yeah, can you not tell from my technique” Her arms now inside the suit as well, she flipped her hair out of her face where it had started to stick to the light sheen already forming on her forehead.
“Who needs a onesie, when you can have this snazzy ensemble” With then entire suit in place, save the headgear which she was determined to leave off until the last possible minute, Sophie stood still and took some deep breaths, sucking in what would be the last of the unfiltered air for a little while.

“Shall we, personally I’d like to get in, take a gander, and then get out before I can fall victim to the inevitable wedgie I already sense in my immediate future”
Waddling slightly, because in the suits it was damn near impossible to not walk like you’d crapped yourself, Sophie stood by the opposite door to where they’d come in, pulling the headpiece up and over, cocooning herself into her own personal bubble of self-contained environment.

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Sophie didn't actually seem all that certain that she wanted to be along for the ride, and Claire cocked an eyebrow up at her. "You don't have to do this, you know," she said, shrugging. "You can always just have a look at the bloodwork and the test results if you prefer? You don't have to go in." A lot of pathologists and the like had issues dealing with the living, the same way as a lot of surgeons and "normal" doctors had issues dealing with the dead. Horses for courses, really. If they were all the same, nothing would ever get done.

Wriggling into a hazmat suit was one of Claire's least favourite things, and already the stench of the rubberised fabric was starting to get right on her tits. She had to suppress a distinct thought of "this wasn't what I signed up for", because, in point of fact, it actually was.

There was an artful dance required to getting into the hazmat suits, and it appeared to be one that Sophie was infinitely acquainted with. Hardly a surprise, really. "I must say, the dance really suits you," she chuckled, sealing herself into the suit with the exception of the helmet. "Didn't you know that this green colour is in fashion this year?"

Just in case the warning on the two airlock doors - "authorised medical personnel only" - wasn't enough, the doors to each isolation unit were emblazoned with the same foreboding message, and for good reason. Claire sealed the helmet in place, clicking the comms channel open between the two suits, the sound of their breathing the only noise for the moment, at least while they prepared to enter one of the rooms.

Claire nodded to the left hand door. "In here, we have Staff Sergeant Maria Lopez, twenty-eight, single, no children, nothing remarkable in her history." She pressed a button to open the door, and blinked once. The woman's condition had dramatically deteriorated since she had last checked on her, only an hour or so beforehand. "Fuck me..." The woman's body was now covered in black bruises, the centre of each bruise inflamed, reddened and weeping, and she was hard pushed to see any normal skin, even on the woman's face. The scaliness had seemed to join up to form great patches, almost as though the body was transforming into something else.

"You ever heard of anything that would do this?"


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PostPosted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 6:28 pm 
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“I want to go in. I think, in this circumstance, evidence without context isn’t going to cut it” She smiled gratefully at the Kiwis offer. Either she was being completely overly obvious in her nervousness about dealing with the live ones, or the Dr had a great sense of intuition. Sophie figured the former; she’d been told over and over again that her ‘interpersonal’ skills with patients and test subjects were beyond awkward.

At least the synchronised shuffle of dressing into the suits was providing some levity to the moment; proof that despite what was happening in the adjoining room, there was still something that was remotely funny. Sophie had observed that Doctors, particularly those in the medical field, often had the weirdest humour. Perhaps it was an example of finding light in the dark, or more likely a prerequisite of deciding to devote years of your life to looking at, or studying the sick, dying or dead, was that you were off kilter in the laughs department.

Her headgear all sealed up, and the only sound was her own breathing. The outside world muted, until a brief burst of static indicated that the comms were up between the suits, and Claire’s breathing joined her own.

Following the slight motion towards the left, Sophie couldn’t believe what she was looking at. The young woman was barely recognisable; any easily distinguishable features were lost in mass of black. Red and raw patches seem to emerge from the centre of each, like blistering volcanos. Sophie wandered if it smell, the skin lesions almost looked like the after effects of a bad burning, where the tissue was charred on the surface but raw underneath.

“It looks like leishmaniasis, at least sort off, in terms of the blackened skin with the red weeping centre” She moved a little closer, pausing a few foot from the bed as not to interfere in case Claire needed to get up close and personal. A light bulb practically glowed inside her brain, “Oh, discoid lupus. It generates similar skin lesions, it’s more common in woman, and it is prevalent in Hispanic descent – It’s not ticking all the boxes, but it’s a theory” Moving in closer again, she hovered towards the base of the bed trying to avoid focussing on the face of the Staff Sargent.

“Is there any discharge at all from the sores?” Sophie was back in auto pilot, her brain trying to connect dots and pull up information from countless journals she’d read.

When she came to the S.G.C, she expected to be doing the same old work as before – the concept of horrific variations and mutations of diseases she already knew about hadn’t even factored in – of course that was before she knew that her new employers had a portal to alien worlds in the basement.

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Claire merely nodded. She had invited Sophie to come see, after all, and if the biochemist was happy enough to look at the living victims, rather than dead tissue and blood samples, who was she to argue? First sign of her chundering, though, and Claire would drag her out of there so fast that her feet wouldn't touch the ground.

Claire watched the expression on Sophie's face through the screen of the helmet, and it was pretty much as she had expected it would be. Lopez's condition was like nothing she had ever seen before, and, from the looks of it, it was the same way from Sophie. Claire couldn't believe, in fact, just how rapidly Lopez's condition had deteriorated, and couldn't begin to imagine where it would go next.

It almost didn't bear thinking about.

"By the way, this is after doses of antibiotics - so it's not the plague, not as we know it, anyway - antihistamines, and antivirals. We've thrown all the basics at this disease, and it's just marching on as though we'd done nothing. Almost as though we were feeding it, in fact."

Clair frowned, leaning in to take a closer look at the lesions, lesions which were weeping an oozing yellow pus. "Looks too dark to be leishmaniasis," she remarked. "If anything, it's reminiscent of how the skin turns black during advanced emphysema, possibly with leishmaniasis overlaid." She twitched up an eyebrow at Sophie's second suggestion. "Discoid lupus is a possibility," she conceded. "But those lesions don't usually weep."

Claire reached out a gloved hand and palpated one of the suppurating sores on Lopez's arm. "It's a green-yellow pus, thick, and shows up very little to go on in the chemical breakdown." She looked hopeful. "Would that be something that falls within your field of expertise?"


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This, Sophie flickered her eyes up and down Lopez, was AFTER antibiotics. Obviously the medical team had administered a broad spectrum of meds to try and combat the symptoms that the poor women had succumbed to, but it was still hard to believe, given that it seemed nothing was slowing the, whatever this was.

Listening to the feedback for her suggestions, Sophie nodded along with the Kiwi – Her first guess was off the top of her head and was based on the sores alone. Leaning in closer and catching sight of the yellow pus that slimed from the open sores, it was evident that perhaps that it wasn’t worth exploring further.

“Usually, but since when is anything ordinary given where these guys are heading daily?” She stood back a step and moved to brush her hair through her hair, instead bumping into the bulky head piece and dropping her hands to hang uselessly at her side.

“Pus – Not really my raison d’etre. However if there’s a biological with even a hint of a chemistry then I’ll pull it to pieces” She offered what would have been a shrug in any other outfit; in the Hazmat suit it resembled more of a wobble in the stiff fabric, alongside a nod of her head, which was marginally more recognisable as a decipherable gesture.

“Can I get a copy of all of the test results?” She remembered before her hands made it past her hips this time, that the habit of playing with her hair was not an option currently.

“No response to antibiotics either means something new, or something just different enough. Is there any chance of getting mission reports as well, I mean in case we are barking up the wrong tree and they were just exposed to something the boys weren’t in the vicinity of?”

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Lopez's condition was worsening almost before their eyes, and she would bet that Pendleton's condition was the same. Hopefully, the diagnosticians were making some headway, but it looked as though they wouldn't have much time before things were too late for them to make a difference. The charts were showing the women's systems almost close to breaking down completely, and yet their heart rates remained strong and vital. It was a contradiction in itself.

"Fair point, well raised," said Claire, shrugging. "I don't think 'normal' exists here, and this is no exception." She had to give a small smile as Sophie seemingly went to brush her hair back. "It's a bitch, isn't it?" She'd often done that herself, and now, as often as she remembered, she tried to ensure that her fringe was clipped back and out of the way to minimise the potential for it to happen.

Nodding, Claire headed for a cabinet in the corner of the room, pulling out a sterile package, from which she tore a glass slide and a swab, and, approaching the bed again, swabbed one of the pustules, smeared it onto the base of the slide, and sealed it with the top layer. She then slipped this into a sterile, sealed bag that had been in the package, and handed it to Sophie. "There you go, do your stuff with that," she said, a grim smile in place. Again, another person working on the problem would be a help.

"Of course you can have the full test results and notes," she said. "Once we get back to my office, I'll email them to you. You might want to touch base with the diagnosticians, see what progress they've made, too." After all, they were the experts. Claire as just dabbling because she couldn't not at least try.

"The mission reports don't indicate any time that the women were away from the men," she said ruefully. "The team appeared to be together at all times, and there's nothing environmental that they would have been exposed to separately." Claire frowned. Stepping to the bed again, she poked the scaly portions of skin with a gloved finger. It was unmoving and hard. "Although... shit." She tried to recall the post-mission checkups that the women had had. She hadn't done them herself, but had checked one of the men in the team. Had they been checked for insect bites and the like? She didn't know. "I think we need to check whether any checks were made for insect bites, or anything similar," she muttered, disgusted with herself for not considering that before. "It's a long shot, but... who knows?"


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“Yeah – Stupid habit” She offered a small smile as she blew upwards at the offending strand of hair that was tickling her nose. If she was going to start donning these suits again of a regular basis, she was going to have to start carrying an alice band to keep the loose bits of from falling in her face: but only for when in the suit, no grown woman should wear an alice band permanently

She watched as Claire got her a sample, noticing that Lopez didn’t seem to react at all. Judging by the various drips, Sophie assumed painkillers were being administered, at least she hoped they were. Nothing that this poor woman was going through looked painless.

“Thanks” She took the sampled and manoeuvred back toward the door where she’d seen a countertop, depositing the package and considering the notion that pockets would be ideal on the suits. Turning back to face her fellow Dr, she nodded “I’ll make them my next port of call after we’re done” She was getting stuck into this now, biting off a huge chunk of the puzzle, and looking forward to the satisfaction of finding a solution. Hopefully, let it be said Sophie was an optimist most of the time, a realist some of the time, and a pessimist towards the end of a bottle.

Cocking her head to the side, Sophie listened as factors were ticked off the list; environmental or vicinity based seemed to be unlikely given no separation from the men. Not wanting to interrupt the Kiwi’s musings, Sophie waited patiently for the angry muttering to subside.
“It’s not a bad shout – insect bites can cause all sorts of dermatological symptoms – and I’ve seen some mission reports regarding bugs from off world – at least they’re not turning into insects!”

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