The Outer Divide RP ◄

[There's no video for this, but the background noise is clearly a hospital, between the intercom pages and the general noise of too few healthy people trying to treat too many sick. Bones is back in his native element, it seems.]

This is Dr. McCoy. We've got some new directions on this disease outbreak, but they aren't all that pleasant. This is Yersinia pestis that we're dealing with -- the Black Plague, bring out your dead, all that medieval ghoulishness. Not being medieval, however, we have antibiotics and can treat the plague if you're not an idiot and don't try to tough this out. If you're running a fever, if you've got a wet cough, if you've got chest pain and can't breath and your muscles feel like fire, get to the hospital. We can't keep you unless you're on death's door, but we can give you drugs and send you home to recover. Take the full dose, even when you start feeling better, or I'll personally put a boot up your ass if you cause antibiotic resistant plague because you can't follow simple instructions.

Unfortunately, you won't likely be out of the woods yet. This isn't garden variety plague, some geniuses genetically modified it. I don't know which strain they're working with yet, but I do know that they engineered a second stage, likely viral, into the Yersinia bacterium. Taking the antibiotics to treat plague will likely let it into your system all the faster, and isn't that just a pretty little paradox?

Take the antibiotics anyway. Treating whatever this second stage is will be harder. We're going to do it, because no long-dead madmen are winning this one on my watch, but until we can tailor an antiviral, your best shot is to cure the plague as quickly as you can, and save your body's immune response and reserves for fighting off whatever this is the old fashioned way.

And that brings me to my final point...

[He pauses then, as if aware of just how potentially bad an idea this is, before shoving on ahead anyway.]

You paranoid bastards behind the dome. I know you've eavesdropped in the past, so listen to this now. I know that anybody keeping a force dome running with that much power has to have a higher level of technology than what we're suffering with out here. Give me access to a lab, and I can end this. We've got gear that can keep me isolated from you. If you really are superior to the rabble out here, then prove it. Find some common humanity and let me put an end to this plague.

[It's shortly after Nem's message goes out that a new face appears on the network. Bones had awoken from his pod a couple hours previously, but had spent the time finding his pants and prowling around with a suspicious glower, trying to get his bearings and trying to place just what the hell sort of alien storage facility he's found himself shunted to.]

I don't know where the hell I am, or who the hell you people are, but if you need shelter or you need medical help, then I'm inside some sort of stasis facility and the walls here look good and thick.

The name's McCoy. Dr. Leonard McCoy.