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antigravboyWho: Locked to Boimler and Mariner
What: Post-Borg infection aftermath
Where: Infirmary
When: After the game's opening plots
Warnings/Notes: A character dealing with some slight body horror alteration
[The process of fighting off the nanoprobe infection? Not a good time. It's not the pain (though there is some as implants form.) Mostly, it's feeling like getting hit with every childhood flu at once (in a society where medicine isn't amazing). There are times he's very out of it from fever.]
[But every time he's with it enough to ask for progress, the scans are always better. Less implants form until they stop altogether. The formation of the nanoprobes slows as his immune response speeds up. Then things finally tip over that dividing line. His body starts to kill nanoprobes faster than they duplicate.]
[While the whole thing is terrifying, Boimler is Starfleet. He trusts science. He trusts data. If the data says that maybe he's not going to suffer a terrible fate than maybe (hopefully) he isn't. So between some relief to his anxiety over what's happening, and the fevers, eventually he can't help but drift off.]
[Those times he briefly startles awake, between the lieutenant and Mariner, he's never alone.]
[And then it's over. He wakes up one last time, his head a lot clearer. It feels like the fever is gone. Mariner is where she was last time he woke up, seated next to his bed, flopped over onto it, her head resting on her arms. Someone's tucked a blanket over her shoulders.]
[Boimler sits up slowly, so as to not wake her, and reaches for the tricorder they've been using off and on through the night. He pauses mid-reach, looking at the changes to his hand, now complete.]
[Then he grabs it and takes some readings.]
[There's plenty of good news that makes him give a shaky sigh of absolute relief.]
[The nanoprobes are gone. None of the most dangerous implants were created. There is next to no neural transceiver, cortical inhibitor, or any of the other cranial implants that could be used to link him to the Collective, modulate his senses, allow him to be tracked, or suppress his individuality. At most, like Picard has reportedly been able to do, he might overhear the Collective someday. But they can't read him, track him, control him, subsume him.]
[The nanoprobes stopped building a base for an ocular implant before damaging his eye. He has a functioning cortical node to control what implants he does have and his body isn't rejecting them. The nanotubules apparently aren't producing any nanoprobes, which honestly is a huge relief because that feels like some kind of weird accident waiting to happen, and after exhaustively reading just about all of Voyager's public logs (just in his free time, of course) he knows Seven of Nine had to deal with an inordinate amount of nanoprobe-related bullshit.]
[So there's just...a few changes. Various clamps in places. A reinforced spine, some reinforced muscle tissue. He's definitely a little stronger, more durable.]
[...Without having a better physique. Thanks for not even doing him a solid with that, nanoprobes.]
[The part that gives him a long pause, though, is when he looks at the designation of species.]
[He's still sitting there tapping away when Mariner wakes up, like it's totally normal to be partially assimilated and to respond to it with some light reading afterward.]
What: Post-Borg infection aftermath
Where: Infirmary
When: After the game's opening plots
Warnings/Notes: A character dealing with some slight body horror alteration
[The process of fighting off the nanoprobe infection? Not a good time. It's not the pain (though there is some as implants form.) Mostly, it's feeling like getting hit with every childhood flu at once (in a society where medicine isn't amazing). There are times he's very out of it from fever.]
[But every time he's with it enough to ask for progress, the scans are always better. Less implants form until they stop altogether. The formation of the nanoprobes slows as his immune response speeds up. Then things finally tip over that dividing line. His body starts to kill nanoprobes faster than they duplicate.]
[While the whole thing is terrifying, Boimler is Starfleet. He trusts science. He trusts data. If the data says that maybe he's not going to suffer a terrible fate than maybe (hopefully) he isn't. So between some relief to his anxiety over what's happening, and the fevers, eventually he can't help but drift off.]
[Those times he briefly startles awake, between the lieutenant and Mariner, he's never alone.]
[And then it's over. He wakes up one last time, his head a lot clearer. It feels like the fever is gone. Mariner is where she was last time he woke up, seated next to his bed, flopped over onto it, her head resting on her arms. Someone's tucked a blanket over her shoulders.]
[Boimler sits up slowly, so as to not wake her, and reaches for the tricorder they've been using off and on through the night. He pauses mid-reach, looking at the changes to his hand, now complete.]
[Then he grabs it and takes some readings.]
[There's plenty of good news that makes him give a shaky sigh of absolute relief.]
[The nanoprobes are gone. None of the most dangerous implants were created. There is next to no neural transceiver, cortical inhibitor, or any of the other cranial implants that could be used to link him to the Collective, modulate his senses, allow him to be tracked, or suppress his individuality. At most, like Picard has reportedly been able to do, he might overhear the Collective someday. But they can't read him, track him, control him, subsume him.]
[The nanoprobes stopped building a base for an ocular implant before damaging his eye. He has a functioning cortical node to control what implants he does have and his body isn't rejecting them. The nanotubules apparently aren't producing any nanoprobes, which honestly is a huge relief because that feels like some kind of weird accident waiting to happen, and after exhaustively reading just about all of Voyager's public logs (just in his free time, of course) he knows Seven of Nine had to deal with an inordinate amount of nanoprobe-related bullshit.]
[So there's just...a few changes. Various clamps in places. A reinforced spine, some reinforced muscle tissue. He's definitely a little stronger, more durable.]
[...Without having a better physique. Thanks for not even doing him a solid with that, nanoprobes.]
[The part that gives him a long pause, though, is when he looks at the designation of species.]
[He's still sitting there tapping away when Mariner wakes up, like it's totally normal to be partially assimilated and to respond to it with some light reading afterward.]
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