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Jun. 12th, 2006 03:42 pmIf you're medical personnel on board the Alliance light transport craft Kelowna, and you've got a procedure to perform, you know about the roster. Today it's Dr. Halonen's turn.
happiness is a warm
She goes to the console, and selects a song, and presses repeat once.
(yes it is)
It's not always advisable to have music playing while the patient is conscious, and this patient will have to be conscious during the entire procedure. But during the prep -- well, there's nothing wrong with that.
gun
Kelly Halonen's choice: an old song. The original recording, even. She likes it. Likes it a lot. Her colleagues just roll their eyes, and grin a little, and keep working. There's more setup to do than usual; normally they don't even try to do brain scans on board this vessel -- it's a light transport, not a cruiser -- but when the higher-ups command, they go back to older methods.
An hour later, everybody is scrubbed in. Masks on. In position. Waiting. They have a job to do, and it's just a job, and they're going to do it as quickly and painlessly as possible. They're not cruel; they're not kind. They're professional.
The music is off, even if the song might still be running through the heads of a few of them.
They've heard that River Tam isn't a girl who misses much.
happiness is a warm
She goes to the console, and selects a song, and presses repeat once.
(yes it is)
It's not always advisable to have music playing while the patient is conscious, and this patient will have to be conscious during the entire procedure. But during the prep -- well, there's nothing wrong with that.
gun
Kelly Halonen's choice: an old song. The original recording, even. She likes it. Likes it a lot. Her colleagues just roll their eyes, and grin a little, and keep working. There's more setup to do than usual; normally they don't even try to do brain scans on board this vessel -- it's a light transport, not a cruiser -- but when the higher-ups command, they go back to older methods.
An hour later, everybody is scrubbed in. Masks on. In position. Waiting. They have a job to do, and it's just a job, and they're going to do it as quickly and painlessly as possible. They're not cruel; they're not kind. They're professional.
The music is off, even if the song might still be running through the heads of a few of them.
They've heard that River Tam isn't a girl who misses much.
