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First Meetings of Dooom

Guide might start getting sick of these red heads. First there was the one with the cat, then there was the twin who had his own issues and now there's a small girl child carrying a doll bouncing into the Sickbay with the same exact hair and eye color as the twins. She looks around thoughtfully with her hands on her hips before being followed in by Trever.

When she spots Guide she runs over to him with her eyes wide in amazement. He is the COOLEST thing ever. "HI! My name is Ceilidh McCallum! And this is Princess Stabbity!" She shows him her doll, which is a princess doll dressed in a pink dress with a tiara on her head and... unusually for a little girl's toy - but Guide wouldn't know this - she has a bloody sword on one hand and is coated in fake blood. "Trever said I should talk to you about getting my shots and he said that they didn't really feel like getting a shot because there wasn't any needles but I don't know if I like that because I get ice cream if I get a shot and don't make a fuss about it and if there's no needle then there's nothing to make a fuss about it and then I won't get an ice cream."

That is said in almost one breath.

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Has he somehow been appointed the family physician, Guide couldn't help but to wonder as he stood silent and still, listening to the little girl ramble on. Admittedly, the two twin brothers had not been his worst patients, and now it seemed that he was to deal with a younger generation as well.

It probably would never cross a humans mind, but the old Wraith had seen children of his own brought into the world. They were long gone now, though. Still, it did mean that Guide was not unused to dealing with children.

"Well, Ceilidh..." Sinking down to one knee, bringing him down more to the same level as the girl, he held up an empty hypospray, offering it for her inspection. "I have seem grown men and women both be nervous about this. So if you think Trever should give you a treat as a reward for your bravery, I see no reason to say anything differently."

He's just the most interesting doctor there and as default she wants to go meet the interesting doctor. Because those are coooooler.

She takes the hypospray and gives Princess Stabbity to Guide to hold as she looks it over. "How does it work? Could you put poison in here? Can I have one to poison people with?"

"Ceilidh! We're not poisoning people here," Trever said in the tone of voice that indicates he's heard the little girl discuss poisoning people before.

"But what if someone turns out to be a HORRRIIBLE MONSTER that wants to EAT MY SOUL and with LOTS of TENTACLES and HUGE TEETH that could shred your FLESH from your BOOOONES with one BITE and I don't have a weapon because you won't let me carry a knife or make me a spear!! I need SOME way to protect myself or I'll get EATEN and then Momma will be VERY cross when we get home and she'll YELL at you lots. And then I'll haunt you too and be VERY SCARY!!" She waves her hands around in an overly dramatic fashion as she says this.

"Isn't that right, Mr. Stringy Fishy Face?"

Looking the the doll, Guide has the distinct impression that the girl has a rather interesting sense of imagination. He's proved entirely correct as she launches into another ramble, causing him to bare his own pointy teeth in an amused grin. Of the three relatives he's met so far, she's turning out to be the most interesting one.

...and then comes that blasted nickname again. There is something fundamentally wrong with this family, he thinks, breathing a sigh. He still goes on to agree with her, though. "Yes, quite right. That one, however, is mine."

Trever manages to keep a straight face when she calls him that.

"I swear to the Morrigan I told her your name was Guide and did not bring up that name at all," he said.

And yes, there is really something fundamentally wrong with the family. They all went through the hyperactive plotting to kill people stage more or less. As they got older the plotting just got more subtle and less proactive.

"Mr. Stringy Fish Face is much better," she tells him seriously. To Trever she says "And he said I could have one. And since he's a doctor, you should listen to him and let him give me one. Momma always says I have to listen to what Auntie Aoife tells me or I'll get hurt and that's why I'm not allowed to climb up on the barn roof any more and try to jump into the apple trees from there."

She then switches back to Guide. "Auntie Aoife is a doctor too and she's also a necromancer and that means she can turn dead people into ZOMIBES!!! But she won't do that for me which I think is very mean."

Theoretically she does breathe.

Trever gets a bit of a look, though Guide choses not to actually comment. Although, to be fair, the man had - in a way - warned him.

"Reanimating corpses does take a lot out of you and should not be done needlessly. Or so I have heard." Personally, he can - under the right conditions - bring the recently deceased back to life, though that is a secret he's keeping close to his chest here on this ship.

He gestures for her to give back the injector, moving to exchange it with the doll. "Regretfully, I must inform you that I shall not be giving you a hypospray, even if it was allowed. Personally, I have always thought it better that the young start at the beginning, rather than moving right ahead to dealing with poisons."

Yes. Yes he did.

"That's what she says. Also that it's illegal and she doesn't want to get into any more trouble than necessary." There's a horribly dramatic sigh and she reluctantly gives back the hypospray. When she gets Princess Stabbity back she hugs her tightly. "Auntie Maeve is very good with poisons and she said when I get older she'll show me how to make some. Right now Auntie Grace is showing me how to use a spear and a knife, but I'm not allowed to use a real one until I'm eight. And Uncle Rory is going to show me how to use a gun when he gets back from killing people because he's an assassin."

She leans forward. "But that's a secret. You can't tell anyone he's an assassin, okay? He said that if lots of people know he'll have to kill them and that'd just be messy. But I wouldn't mind if he killed Julia at school because she's stupid."

Nothing from Trever indicates that she's exaggerating in the least here.

"Then that sounds all well and good. Blades and polearms are a good place to start. The children of my people start their training quite young as well." He doesn't remember much from his own childhood, but there are other times he remembers well.

"I will not say a word, I assure you," he goes on to promise. It's an easy promise. Who would he tell?

He stands up again, going to put the hypo away for now, and instead picks up the tricorder. There is a task to do here, after all. "If you would kindly take a seat on the bed, we can begin with the scan."

"We start at about four, though occasionally we'll try and start early," Trever said. Since Ceilidh can't quite get up onto the bed by herself, he lifts her up onto the bed where she starts kicking her legs rapidly.

"Do you have any children? Are they here? If they're here can I meet them? I bet they'll be MUCH more interesting that the other children here. I met a couple of them here and they thought I was crazy because I told them I wanted to be a Warlady Princess Vanquisher of Evil when I grew up and they didn't like Princess Stabbity at all." She sounds sad at this.

Guide starts the scan while the little girl keeps chatting away. "I did," he answers her, though keeping his eyes and most of his attention on the screen to see the results. "But no, they are not here." One could wish and dream, but that is a poor comfort.

"That is a shame, indeed. But if you are patient, you might meet someone more agreeable."

"I'm sorry. I miss all my family ... even Simon though he's a stupid poopy head. Trever and Kale are okay but I want everyone else here too because it's more fun that way." She sighed before perking up in that quicksilver way that small children had.

"I met you, Mr. Stringy Fishy Face! And you're really cool and you didn't think Princess Stabbity was weird did you? And you think learning how to use weapons is also good and I bet you'd have a lot of fun at a tea party."

"I am not much for parties, I'm afraid." The scan is quickly over, and showed nothing worrisome. That was good.

"I feel I must correct you, young lady. My kind has nothing in common with any marine lifeforms." He turns away from the bed, going to fetch the hypo, loading a vial of the vaccine into it as he returns. "Insects, on the other hand..."

"But it'll be fun! We kill a bunch of people and then we have tea and cookies over their bodies. You can wear a pretty hat and I'll make Trever and Kale come too so we'll have enough for a really good war party."

From Trever's expression he doesn't like tea parties any more than Guide would; unfortunately he and Kale are the only ones around to have them with her.

"An insect?! REALLY! What kind!? Are you poisonous!? How many legs do you have? Are there any hiding under your clothes?"

Oh no. No more party hats. He's had quite enough of those, thank you.

Apparently the idea of him being an insect is an exciting one. "With the risk of disappointing you, I only have two legs. But, my kind are said to have evolved from an insect called the Iratus, that still exist in places in the galaxy I come from. Though not poisonous as such, it is most definitely a predatory creature." He added that last pert because that seems to be the kind of thing she finds interesting, and it can help to keep her mind off the coming injection, lest she starts thinking it might hurt after all and starts fussing about it.

"Roll up your sleeve and give me your arm, please."

It would have been a princess tiara too. And she'd want to paint his nails.

"Iratus... that sounds like eradicate! What did they look like? How did they eat people? Did they make webs like spiders or did they jump on them?" Since Mr. Stringy Insect Face (as she'll call him now) is people sized, she automatically assumed that his insect ancestors were also people sized.

She rolls up her sleeve and shows him her arm.

"You have to give one to Princess Stabbity too," she informs him seriously.

The painting of nails, or in his case claws, he could have potentially put up with. It is something commonly done among his people.

"We shall see what is left after your injection." Though he doesn't see any harm in indulging her.

He takes her arm and places the injector against the inside of her forearm, keeping her distracted by talking as he proceeds with the vaccination. "They are about the length of my hand, winged, and with a long, segmented tail. They ambush their prey and bites down on their throat while wrapping its trail around the person's throat. Once this has happened, the death of the victim is assured. When an Iratus has attached itself, it cannot be removed."

If she found that out he will be attacked with sparkling pink nail polish.

Her eyes widen hugely. Really, really, really big. Like this is something she's not thought of before.

"That is the BEST thing EVER!!! I wish we had cool bugs like that at home. I want to be one!"

From Trever's expression he now knows that he and Kale will now have to rescue people from being attacked by a small red haired Iratus bug.

Thanks, Guide.

They are most welcome. If the Wraith ever gets to witness this, he will laugh.

"There has been treatments, or rather experiments, with rewriting human DNA with Iratus DNA. But with the very mixed results, I would not suggest it." But enabling an already wild imagination? Oh yes.

He releases her arm and lean back. "Vaccination complete."

"I bet Trever could do it. He's really good with animals and things," she said.

Consider wild imagination enabled into overdrive.

"I'm not that good," Trever said. Not that she'll listen.

The twins will make Guide pay for this some how.

Ceilidh holds up the doll.

"Don't forget Princess Stabbity. I don't want her to get sick and turn into a slug."

"That would indeed be unfortunate."

Since she didn't forget, he'll indulge. The doll gets whatever was left in the vial to the chest.

This makes her very happy and she hugs the doll tightly. Trever gives him an appreciative look.

"I think that's it? Say thank you." Because five year olds need to be reminded of their manners.

Ceilidh flings herself at Guide in an attempt to hug him. "Thank you Mr. Stringy Insect Face! I'll let you know when I'm having a tea party!"

He doesn't move away quickly enough to avoid that hug, and it would be a shame to be rude and push her away. So he endures it, or actually he doesn't mind terribly, giving her a pat on the back. "You are quite welcome." But he's still not going to come to any tea parties.

Try telling her that one.

After the hug she jumps off the bed and declares, "I'm gonna go look for people to eat! Bye!" before darting off fast enough that Trever can't grab her.

He gives Guide a mixed look of apology, annoyance and appreciation. "I'll see you later. Thanks!" he says before running after her.

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