Melting Clock: Quarantine

[cityship]

After Sam Henderson's announcement, the Contagion Containment and Treatment lab was going to get busy. Anyone suspected of being affected by the mysterious affliction would be brought here, and put into one of the large bubbles that would keep any potential contagious diseases in - and the patients themselves. Once in inside, they wouldn't be able to get out again until the Medical staff had cleared them.

And before they could do that, they needed to find out what was causing this - and why.

They had a lot of hard work ahead of them.

[[ooc: Just start your own sub threads under the main threads, guys! And if you're happy to have anyone tag in, put "Open" in the subject line. If you've already got plans for who you're threading with, put "Closed" instead.]]

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Arrivals

[cityship]

Some of the people suspected of having the strange deaging affliction came in quietly. Some of them had to be brought in by force. Either way, all of them were going to end up in the bubbles that would protect everyone else from any possible infection.

[[ooc: New threads to be started here by affected characters! Medical staff & those bringing them in can tag in after them.]]

[for Faiza and Howard]

[riseupnchargem.livejournal.com]

"Um. Hello?"

Jamie hadn't exactly been happy about having been ordered here, but refusing would probably just cause more problems in the end, so he'd come. Pragmatically, he reflected that, if he really was suffering from some sort of memory loss or deaging or whatever was supposed to be going on, then what was apparent to everyone else wouldn't necessarily be so to him. This only made him worry more - he was uncomfortably familiar with losing time and being told afterward of some spate of aberrant behavior that'd occurred during that black-out period, but theoretically he shouldn't have that problem anymore. On the way here, he'd given the corners of his mind a cautious prod, just to make sure he hadn't somehow returned and was inexplicably keeping quiet, but the only thoughts buzzing through Jamie's brain were his own. Still just him up there, as far as he could tell.

This was all deeply troubling, whatever it was. Which still didn't mean that he wanted to be here - he hated hospitals or anything related, and he wasn't looking forward to his upcoming examination and whatever it might entail. Hovering in the doorway to Contagion, he looked unmistakably like someone expecting something highly unpleasant to which they'd only resigned themselves because they saw no other option.

Re: [for Faiza and Howard]

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Howard's current apparel probably won't ease Jamie's nerves any. Since they don't know what's causing the memory loss, Howard's done what any reasonable person who doesn't care about freaking other people out would do - donned a surgical mask and rubber gloves for any and all time spent in the Med Bay. He's got some of the files on the afflicted spread on a desk when Jamie comes in, including one he's folded back like a magazine. He's diligently memorizing them.

Not that Howard would mind losing some memories, really, but not if he doesn't know anything else about whatever this disease or disorder or whatever is.

He looks up at Jamie, not taking the mask off. He enunciates very clearly so he's still totally understandable. "Hey. You in here for the current epidemic?"

Russel and Fletcher, open to anyone from Medical

[chainedbyred.livejournal.com]

Russel came in with Fletcher. There was quite a bit of activity here. Did all of this have to do with Fletcher's infection? Had the red water somehow gotten here? He had to tell someone. He put his hand on Fletcher's shoulder and pulled him against him protectively while he looked for someone that looked like they were in charge.

[greennotgold]

Fletcher swallowed as he looked around. Now that they were here, he was starting to panic. Even the best-case scenario involved someone restraining Russel and locking him up in a bubble, which Fletcher knew from experience was no fun. The hard part was going to be spitting out those two little words: I lied.

Free

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

"I still think this is stupid," Karis grumbled. She'd come in when she'd been asked. She just didn't think anything was wrong with her.

[encourage]

Sakura looked up from her data pad with a polite, understanding smile. Or at least what she hoped was still passing as one. "Dr. Henderson prefers that we take greater precautions over leaving anything up to chance. We appreciate you coming in, miss. I'm Haruno Sakura."

She bowed. As far as they'd noticed so far, this didn't seem contagious. It was hard to know for sure, but just in case this woman wasn't affected, it stood to reason not to chance spreading something to her that Sakura had herself been exposed to already. "What's your name?"

First come first serve

[allnaturalseed.livejournal.com]

Aging backwards? She didn't feel any different. Her memories all seemed in order. Sure, Kira was taller than she remembered, but guys had their growth spurts later, and he'd been here longer than her - for all she knew, being podded made her twin brother older than her.

She was reasonably cooperative though, aside from some moaning and muttering about it. "Better not waste too much time..." that... she had been using to mope anyways.

Mind a ninja?

[encourage]

"That's what we're all here for," Sakura said mildly, a bit surprised as she recognized who'd come in now. "To make sure we're not wasting too much of anyone's."

Sakura turned to face Cagalli. "You understand why you're here?" Talk about it being hard to catch people you weren't familiar with as they aged back through their own lives.

Investigations

[cityship]

Before they could figure out what was wrong, they needed to find out why. To that end, a group of medical staff and other volunteers begin the process of interviewing all the patients, trying to determine what was the common thread between them all, and the cause of this illness.

[[ooc: New threads to be started by either deaging characters or medical staff/investigating characters!]]

[closed to whoever nabs it first]

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

Kon sat in the bottom of his bubble, looking bored. They had like a million eggheads all crammed together on this ship.

When were they going to figure something out already?

[hi_there_aliens]

So this was Stacy's idea of quarantine. And he thought quarantine back at the SGC was bad. Daniel studied the giant bubbles, thankful that Janet wasn't here to get her hands on them. How long were they supposed to stay in there? It didn't look like they had much in the way of entertainment or privacy.

Down to business. Interviewing the patients, trying to find out what actually happened, if there was a common thread, and go from there. Daniel approached the first bubble.

"Hi. I'm Doctor Jackson." he started to hold his hand out out of habit but caught himself. "How're you holding up?"

[closed to Sakura and possibly Rory]

[livestoannoy]

Marco hated this. Hated being stuck in some stupid bubble, hated the fact that his mother (Visser One?) was still out there and he didn't have a clue where. But most of all, he hated the fact that he'd finally had to admit that there was something wrong with him. And not just the fact that he couldn't morph properly anymore.

And that scared the hell out of him.

So he sat at the back of the bubble, arms wrapped around his legs as he hoped that no one would actually talk to him and he could just quietly freak out on his own.

[encourage]

With Quarantine in full swing, and more cases being brought in, it was a matter of time-crunch and necessity to interview everyone they had and start narrowing down to a probable cause or area of infection. If the time reversal was apparent by now, its limitations (theoretical or actual) weren't, giving them no good timeline for how much time they had to get anything done.

She stopped outside one of the occupied bubbles, pausing as she looked in at its occupant. She doubted Marco was any happier with her than he had been earlier, if his being here now was at least acknowledging the problem. If he doesn't want to talk to me, it's easy enough to get someone else.

She didn't particularly want to -- in a way, it'd be failing -- but it was something she told herself before speaking up. Sakura wasn't planning to start arguments on her way to helping figure out a cause, and eventually, a cure.

"Hey, Marco," she said, not bothering to sideline into asking how he was feeling. She knew how she would be, and it was enough of a ballpark to not really want to bother with an unnecessary pleasantry. "We're starting interviews with everyone here so far. Are you up to answering questions?"

[theboywhowaits]

"Ah, Marco right? No last name on file." He tapped the data pad against his hand, eying the bubble speculatively. At least they were unlikely to escape out of these things, that had been embarrassing. Outsmarted by a pair of teenagers who didn't look old enough to be driving.

"I need to ask you a few questions, so we can try to reverse this. If you don't mind?" He looked young, very young, especially in the current position. It was somewhat depressing to see kids in such a state. His file implied that Marco should be older, but considering the lack of last name, it was better to assume that everything in the file might be a lie from a paranoid teenager used to fighting a war.

[closed to whoever wants it]

[hatngartersnake.livejournal.com]

(http://s607.photobucket.com/albums/tt152/clayinIcons/?action=view&current=Kally2.png)

The person inside this particular bubble...wasn't recognizable at all to anyone on staff. Someone would have noticed a twelve-foot yellow snake swanning about the ship, after all. Strangely, the chart on the bubble identifies her as "Jeka Wynzorr AKA Sensor", but she didn't look anything like that, did she?

Right now she appears to be using a pair of cyber-arms, marked by an L-shaped crest, to entertain herself with an omnicomm while she waits.

[encourage]

Sakura paused outside Jeka's bubble, blinking as she looked between the person inside and the chart on the bubble itself. Pushing various associations out of her mind, she input Jeka's name into her data pad as she flashed her a polite smile.

"Jeka Wynzorr? I'm Sakura Haruno," she said, sticking with the reverse order of names people seemed to find less confusing overall. "Part of the Medical staff working under Doctor Henderson. We've been conducting interviews with everyone who's been brought in about their current condition and activities the last few weeks. Are you up to answering a few questions right now?"

[closed to whoever wants in first!]

[pretty_lethal]

Mean Rachel was anything but happy with this situation. The angry, blonde teen was raging against the Quarantine bubble, smashing into it with her fists and occasionally shouting angrily at anyone within ear shot. She hated being confined like this, hated it! She'd kill the people who thought they could trap her in here!

Maybe if someone would either release her or do something to calm her down...

[closed to whoever wants in first. again.]

[pretty_lethal]

Nice Rachel, unlike her counterpart, was much, much quieter-- in fact, no real noise was escaping her at all, at the time. She felt awful, though-- it was terrible being stuck in Quarantine. She didn't want to be sick, and she didn't really know what was going on, not entirely. What if something happened? What if she got sick for real? This was totally gross and scary.

She'd just have to wait until someone came and helped figure things out-- for her as well as themselves.

Other

[cityship]

Interviews and the arrival of new patients wasn't the only thing going on in Contagion - sometimes, other discussions were taking place.

[[ooc: Aaand this is pretty much for any other threads you'd like to have. Patients talking to each other, Medical staff & investigators talking to each other, visitors, you name it.]]

[open to anyone]

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

Kon was sitting at the bottom of his bubble, under his red lights, back to anyone that may have happened to peek in.

This situation bugged him. Wasn't it bad enough he had stuff happen like becoming genetically unstable, being stuck at 16 for a while? It felt like his whole world was full of glass tubes and unzipped DNA and prodding doctors and being cooped up. Now he was back in a tank again, back in a medlab, back to being poked and prodded while someone figured out what was wrong with him.

It made him cranky, being cooped up like this. It made him cranky to have something wrong. It made him even crankier to think about what was going to happen next. He was losing time. It wasn't at a rapid enough pace to panic yet, but it was still happening in spurts and jumps.

The problem was he only had so much time to lose.

(open)

[8wings.livejournal.com]

Anwei had taken over two terminals near the back of Contagion, and was running both monitors in split-screen mode. Her eyes were a dancing blue blur in their sockets as she read four different sets of information at once, trying to find a way to get the numbers to align.

Her first run-through on the data was not very promising. All of the affected seem to be human, part-human or humanoid hybrids (which also described the majority of the crew). All seemed to be regressing in time, forgetting their past – but not forgetting their time spent on Stacy. Their bodies were regressing along with their minds: she could see the hair of one of the men in the contagion bubbles coif itself without anyone touching it. And there wasn't any obvious group that the affected all belonged to, that might account for their being like this. Whatever 'this' was.

She put her eyes in parallel and just glared at the screens for a moment, willing them to give her an answer. Some weapon they'd all trained with, some part of the ship they'd all visited, something they'd all bought on XaXing. Something.

[open to anyone]

[hatngartersnake.livejournal.com]

(http://s607.photobucket.com/albums/tt152/clayinIcons/?action=view&current=serious.jpg)

Jeka was certainly worried about how she was apparently aging backwards -- not that she remembered it, aside from having some very confusing memories about having hair and arms and being desperately unhappy about it -- but she was trying to maintain a positive outlook. The technology on board Stacy was quite advanced, and there were people who could utilize a wide variety of magic, surely they could come up with some way to solve the problem. She'd already volunteered to help however she could, and for now that was all she could do.

[open to any/everyone]

[pretty_lethal]

Having finally returned to just being herself-- the two previous Rachels having become one once again-- Rachel was neither sulking at the bottom on the bubble nor raging, yelling, or banging against it.

Of course, she was certainly still pissed.

Leaning against the side of the bubble, she was glaring at nothing in particular while she thought. If she could somehow find a way out of there-- which she kind of doubted-- that'd be great. She wanted away from everyone, so she could go do something, at least. Maybe figure out what the hell was happening. She remembered splitting in two-- but now she couldn't remember why she had done that. So even she had to kind of admit that something was wrong here.

Basically? This sucked.

[closed, and bendytimed to the day before Quarantine ends]

[lives2annoy.livejournal.com]

Marco hadn't noticed it himself, but over the night he'd had a rapid change, the last few years falling away until he'd stopped at thirteen years old, and had just started fighting against the Yeerks not that long ago. Not that he was going to keep fighting the Yeerks. He'd told Jake, before he'd woken up on Stacy - that mission was going to be his.

Figures that right when he was about to get out of that insane mess, he ended up in an even more insane mess. (How's that for irony, Alanis?)