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ROLE — SURGEON 💉
SURGEON
welcome, crewmate ARTHUR STARLING.
On MONDAY afternoon, after the Eudora has arrived at its new destination, Arthur will hear the familiar ping of his I.R.I.S. Without even having to lift his hand to respond to it, a window immediately materializes from particles in a spread of dark gold, and a message sent only to his employee ID loads in the window.
There is no compulsion to obey the request, but the offer extended to you has a distinct tinge of stubborn hope... and it does sound interesting.
There is no compulsion to obey the request, but the offer extended to you has a distinct tinge of stubborn hope... and it does sound interesting.
Arthur Starling,
Desperate times call for desperate measures. There's something that I need your help with, but I'll be honest, it's a ghost promotion without too many perks. That is, unless you consider the chance to perhaps change things for the better something of a perk.
Meet me in the medical bay as soon as you receive this message. We don't have time to waste. Clock's ticking.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. There's something that I need your help with, but I'll be honest, it's a ghost promotion without too many perks. That is, unless you consider the chance to perhaps change things for the better something of a perk.
Meet me in the medical bay as soon as you receive this message. We don't have time to waste. Clock's ticking.
IO
The medical bay is by no means difficult to find, however Arthur will see a sign that very politely says OUT TO LUNCH, BACK IN 1 HOUR. While the biometric lock on the door indicates that it is locked at first, upon Arthur nearing it, it will flash a soft green and allow him inside.
Io is there already, peering through a microscope and writing in a small, leather journal. They will lift their head towards Arthur, the display on their helmet blank. They gesture with a gloved hand towards a set of stools placed at their desk, where there are a pair of data tablets as well. At the center of the desk, there are some neatly made dumplings and a fresh pot of tea with a pair of mis-matched cups.
They smooth a palm over their long jacket and reach into their pocket to withdraw a leatherbound notebook. "Come, have a seat and I'll try and explain this as best I can."
Io is there already, peering through a microscope and writing in a small, leather journal. They will lift their head towards Arthur, the display on their helmet blank. They gesture with a gloved hand towards a set of stools placed at their desk, where there are a pair of data tablets as well. At the center of the desk, there are some neatly made dumplings and a fresh pot of tea with a pair of mis-matched cups.
They smooth a palm over their long jacket and reach into their pocket to withdraw a leatherbound notebook. "Come, have a seat and I'll try and explain this as best I can."
RULES
As the crewmate responsible for the surgeon role, Arthur is expected to follow a few rules:
1. For now, keep your new designation a secret. This can be revisited at a later date. Should this designation be shared with anyone without prior authorization, consequences, and termination of the designation are possible.
2. If you distribute any information acquired, it must be done anonymously or without referencing the true source. This can be revisited at a later date.
3. Once a week, the Surgeon will be called upon to do the following:
🩺 Select one of your fellow junior crewmates' files. If the chosen crewmate is targeted for murder on Thursday evening, they may be protected from their demise.
🫀Select one of your fellow junior crewmates' files. If the chosen crewmate is voted for execution on Sunday afternoon, they may be saved from their demise.
4. Selection must be made during Arthur's meeting with Io when summoned (OOCly selections are due by TUESDAY 3 PM PST/6 PM EST). Once one or both parties leave the meeting, the job is considered over for the week and no selections or further work can be done. This does not mean that the role can't be discussed in audiences, however.
1. For now, keep your new designation a secret. This can be revisited at a later date. Should this designation be shared with anyone without prior authorization, consequences, and termination of the designation are possible.
2. If you distribute any information acquired, it must be done anonymously or without referencing the true source. This can be revisited at a later date.
3. Once a week, the Surgeon will be called upon to do the following:
🫀Select one of your fellow junior crewmates' files. If the chosen crewmate is voted for execution on Sunday afternoon, they may be saved from their demise.
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Do you wish to sit and think? We have the time.
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Mr. Brofiise... Whatever came over him, he had little choice over who he hurt, correct? Or he would have gone after someone else, not Dahut. So, it would be too much to hope that should something similar happen again, the perpetrator would be able to stop themselves from hurting someone kind or young.
Not that it would be permissible if they attacked an adult, but...
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Considering what he said, I do believe that is a very good theory to hold for now. Age or innocence don't seem to factor into the equation there so to speak.
[ softer, muffled, still autotuned: ] I hate math. [ the lower half of their visor opens but it's all dark as they take a sip of tea and then flip it shut again. ] He tore his throat out... the man felt some way about it.
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[...]
I know you said the decision was up to me. But... What would you choose if you had the opportunity? Someone who may not be able to defend themselves, someone who is an asset to the group, or...?
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An old friend of mine would say "be smart about it, use your brains!" [ knocks helmet gently ] And I see nothing wrong with being tactical...
[ that's not much of an answer so they fold their arms. ]
But for me... I don't think there's a reason you can't make what one would call a "selfish" decision either. Guess I go with my guts more often. [ you can pick someone you care about too, arthur. ] All life carries weight to it.
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[quietly, but after a moment:]
And I have to choose now? Why is that? And - well, I can see why it might be unwise to tell anyone about this. [...] If I select someone who is targeted and they're protected, will the perpetrator just go onto another victim?
gazes in what a week and my notifs and runs away
It's unwise to spread this for now. [ tapping ] We only have a small window to work within... This time was a bit of a surprise, but you'll have time now between each of our meetings, to think and to choose.
And I can say that no... they will not. [ firmly ]