| Starboard Welcome |
| Summary: | Lunair conducts a short background interview to find out more about Serene and some of her fellow refugees. |
| Date: | 31 Oct 2041 AE |
| Related Logs: | Good Surprises |
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| Hangar Deck - Starboard - Midship - Battlestar Cerberus |
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| This Hangar Bay is filled with boxes, crates and other various supplies that are needed throughout the ship. Most have been moved to one end and lashed with tarps to keep them out of the way. The place has gone from extra ship storage on one end and the ability to house over 450 people on the other end. Whatever could be made into cots has been set up like a huge barracks. Some areas have been made more presentable with a few items that belong to the person holding onto their small area in this world. Marines guard this area 24/7 and food is brought in cafeteria style, feeding people out of vats and buckets as they line up with their plates. One area has been tarped off to the side, that holds canvas showers and sinks. As a small improvement in the standard of living, the Head, showers, and sinks have been hooked up to running water and sewage, meaning that they no longer stink or need to be cleaned daily. |
| Post-Holocaust Day: #247 |
Another day on the Starboard Deck. Civilians are crammed in like Sardines probably, the tents now more barracklike. A few civilians are tending to small tasks, chattering and life seems to be going on. A few are talking to Marines though and Lunair is one of them, a clipboard and folder in hand.
Wearing the 'uniform' of a doctor, Serene is standing with a small group of children that don't seem to be attached to any particular adult at the moment. Holding an infant in one arm, she sits on one of the discarded cargo boxes talking to the children in an easy tone with a hint of casual authority, "Some of the marines are going to come ask you some questions about your family in just a little bit, alright? And it's okay to be sad or scared, but you need to answer the questions that they ask you so that they can make sure and take good care of you. If you get too worried, just ask for one of the grown ups that isn't already talking to one of the marines and I'm sure they'll be able to come sit with you. Everybody understand?" There's a chorus of different "Yes, doctor"s as the children nod, looking around at the busy converted hanger and all the comings and goings of the place.
Lunair pauses. She's looking down the list. Hrrm. At least she's polite enough to have a bag of candy sticking out of her pocket. And indeed, she's a fairly short Marine with a dark purple headscarf that hides hair finally growing back in tiny black curls. She wanders over towards Serene, more unwitting in her path than anything. Man, finding Civies is hard. She glances around. "Pardon me-"
When the other woman approaches, Serene looks up with a polite smile, glancing at the officer's uniform and name patch, "Hello, Lieutenant Junior Grade… Lunair, can I help you find somebody in particular?" She stands up again, glancing at the children and back up again as she adjusts Dare in her arms so that she can extend a hand, "I'm Dr. Serene Wilkinson… I know there are a group of us that just got here from the surface, so it must be kind of tricky to figure out who's who. But I'm happy to point someone out if I can?" As she says it, she scans the crowd, picking out anybody that she might suspect the officer is looking for.
A little bit shorter than the doctor, Lunair glances up and smiles politely. "Pleased to meet you. I am Lieutenant Junior Grade Raine Lunair," She carefully takes the hand. "Um, yeah. I'm actually here to get the names of new folks and get things sorted out before the civilian freighter really goes into full swing," She explains. "Are you the most recent rescues?" She tilts her head. For a Marine, she seems remarkably peaceful and gentle - there's definitely blue or noble blood in her lineage, she seems polite, almost vaguely regal and distant. Except that she's short and seems to … have been shaved awhile ago. Darn head wounds.
Serene shakes politely, nodding, "Lovely to meet you. And, however I can help." She smiles, "Well… let's see. You've got me. And this is Dare, Derek Duncan Wilkinson, two months." She indicates the baby in her arms and then goes on to nod to each of the children in turn, "And here we have Marta Athens, four and her sister Eileen Athens, two. And Gerald Ticus, five. Jenus Darius, seven. And Clovi Levinus, three." She nods to a group just to the right a few meters away, "That's the Simons family. Josef, 34; his wife Camille, 31… I believe though she'll tell you 29. And their daughter with them is Marci who is nine." She pauses and looks around a moment to see if she can find another group.
Lunair quietly takes notes here. She smiles back and nods. "I see. Are you any of their biological parents?" She asks quietly. Apparently she is edging on polite, and smiles at the 29 comment. "I think I'll stop counting soon, I'm closing in on 30 soon too." She looks amused. "And you said you were a doctor? As in Medical or phD?"
"Dare is my son." Serene says easily with a nod, "These children here don't have immediate family members taking care of them, we've all been looking after them as a group." She grins a bit, shaking her head, "I thought about it, but when I turned 31 I decided just to go for it." She reaches a hand down and absently pats the back of one of the small girls around her, "Medical, I'm a pediatrician. All the children and the Simons are from Aerilon. I'm from Leonis, I was just here for a conference."
"Pleased to meet you too," Lunair smiles at Serene. "That's kind of you all," She considers. "And a pediatrician? Good. We've had a few births and children brought onboard recently," She explains then laughs softly. "I am sure it will be upon me faster than I know." If she lasts that long. Marines are hardly known for life spans. "I think what we can do - do you wish to work? You might be able to work here or on the Freighter with the garden."
"Oh, of course, it's not any trouble, really." Or at least Serene certainly doesn't seem to think of it as any, glancing down at the kids again before turning her attention to Lunair again, "Oh? That's great news, and I'd be happy to help however I can. I've been acting as the main physician for the group as we were on the surface, and I'd imagine there's not an overwhelming number of doctors. Wade mentioned that we might stay on the Battlestar, but I'm not sure how many children specifically you have here and of course I'm happy to go wherever the fleet needs someone the most."
A smile at that. "Yes, I try not to keep people cooped up as best as I can," She notes quietly. Lunair is at least, a merciful Marine. She takes a few notes and nods. "Well, what I can do is start a background check. You can request an MP escort for a few days. There are a few areas other civilians are allowed to go, like the Rec Room and so on. It's not that we don't trust people or think you're bad - there's just been tensions on both sides." Especially with skinjobs and dead pilots and woe all around. "And Wade? You know a few folks here? That's a good start. At least you'll be able to meet folks. I don't get the feeling stabbing or shooting people is a hobby of yours."
"Of course, it's no problem. And just let me know if there's anything I can get you that would help make it easier. I don't know what you all have in the way of records… But I can get dates or anything you need. My father is… um. He was Rear Admiral Peter Wilkinson?" She pauses as she adjusts her tense on the verb, faltering in her smile just a little as she adjusts the baby in her arms to keep him from fussing, "So that might be the easiest way to get to my records, I'm sure the files would be connected somehow in the system." At the mention of Wade her smile becomes less shadowed again and she nods, "Wade is Dare's uncle, actually. He's the only one I know here that I'm aware of other than the people I came up with. But I'm happy to help however I can. If there are medical rotations or clinics here in the holding area that I can help with or… whatever." She grins a little and shrugs the shoulder not under the baby, "Well. Stabbing. But only in a professional capacity. I don't generally do it without billing someone."
"Of course, thank you. Admittedly, our records are limited…" Picon got the frak nuked out of it, especially HQ. She pauses at the name and makes a note of it. "Oh! Thank you," Lunair smiles. "That should help some," She replies. "I can't promise anything for awhile, but at least you might be able to see Wade in some of the open areas to civilians." Pause. "Well, some, we couldn't let everyone out but…" She's not unsympathetic. There's an amuused look. "Fair enough. Everyone's got to make a living." She takes a deep breath. "Did you have any questions for me?"
Serene nods, "Sure. And you all have done a great job with what you have." She looks around at the various bunks and setup of the area all around, wrinkling her nose slightly, "I can't imagine it's been easy to manage a hold full of civies trying to get whatever they feel is their due at any opportunity." She glances to some of the more somber faces, "And some of them probably aren't in a very good place themselves, anyway." She reaches down to put a hand around the shoulder of the little boy Gerald who's got one of his arms in a sling and had started to take particular interest in one of the nearby storage crates, "Um… the only thing I suppose is knowing where we'll be going, but I don't imagine you'll know that until after you've completed all the processing?"
A glance around. Lunair takes a deep breath. "It's not easy, but I understand their frustration. No one expected this," She admits quietly. She shakes her head. "It's an ugly situation. But it's getting better. There will be a floating garden freighter if folks wish to move there," She explains with a smile. Then a headtilt. "I'm … actually not too sure. You can mention a preference on if you wish to stay here on Ceberus or the Freighter. They haven't picked a name for it. Or … I don't know what Colony is next to check on," She admits again.
"A lot of the people that made it from our group were farming families, I imagine they'll be glad to hear that. And their skills will probably be of use, too?" Serene says, smiling a bit. At the question of what her preference would be she pauses and takes a bit of a breath, "Well… I'm not sure, I guess? On the one hand I'd like to stay near Wade after just finding out that he's… alive, actually. But on the other it doesn't seem like a pediatrician is really what's going to do the most good on a Battlestar? It's a different world, though, so I suppose I should find that out before I make assumptions."
Lunair nods, "Perhaps. That is between them, the other civilians and not really me," Lunair smiles a little. "You don't have to decide right away. You can call an escort and go to certain areas," Lunair remarks. "And talk to Wade as you like. We do have a pilot who is giving if not given birth, a couple of new girls - twins, but I understand. A Battlestar really isn't a childfriendly place." Someone could put an eye out. "Though I imagine some might travel back and forth between ships as well."
Serene nods, glancing down at her own baby with a brief smile before looking back to the LTJG, "Alright, I'll do that. Thanks for the advice, I appreciate it. And you're right, it's proably best to just have a look around and see what kinds of options there even are before making any kind of request. I'll give it some thought and see what comes up. And I'm sure there are all kinds of things I'm not even aware of that I'll hear about that could change my mind anyway." She checks on the young boy under her hand who seems to be entertaining himself now by staring off at something down the way with entirely too much concentration, "Well, I don't want to keep you, but if there's anything else I can help with, please let me know."
There's a little smile at that. "You can call me Raine if you want. And think nothing of it. I'd probably see if you like it here, or talk around. You might find your opinion changes over time as well and there's nothing wrong with that," She nods. There's a glance around. "You're not really keeping me from anything exciting, but." She smiles again. "I probably am not very interesting at the moment. Just a sea of paperwork and names to be checked. Did you have any other questions for me?"
"Well, if I'm to call you Raine, you should call me Serene." The doctor says with a smile, "And I'd say that's definitely likely. I know things that I said before that are totally off kilter now… So… Anyway, thanks." She nods, "Well, I can keep pointing people out to you if you like? I don't know if it'll help you get your paperwork done faster, but there are a couple more groups of people that came up with us. I don't have any other questions yet, though. But I'll make sure and ask if I do."
"Serene," Luanir echoes quietly. She nods a little again. "No problem. And sure, that's fine. You can call for an MP escort as needed, so you can get around some," She explains. "And probably not, but that is life on a Battlestar." She shrugs, accepting her lot in life. "Think nothing of it, it's part of my job. But I shouldn't overstay my welcome." Some might not like Marines poking about. "Be well for now then and sure thing. If I cannot answer, someone else might be able to," She considers before putting her pen back into her pocket. With that, she smiles and waves. "See you around." And soon she'll begin her roving path back.