On May 10, 2007, at 12:56 PM, Eris Reddoch wrote:

>>
>> She pointed towards a separate counter. "No automeds--those
>> things are too damned expensive--you have to do it for
>> yourself, but no more than 5k worth of the essentials."
>> Paris actually gulped at the amount she gave him...and did
>> another mental tally.  This was...going to break her, and
>> fast. Sasha better have good funds...
>
> Issac steps over the the medical supplies. The shelves have
> packaged and sealed boxes containing basic supplies that a
> ship's sick bay would need. He should be able to simply take a
> box here and there to get the supplies he needs.
>
> While Issac is doing that, Paris is continuing to browse
> around. She is looking for various items the ship is going to
> need.
>
> A few minutes pass and both shoppers have found what they need...
>
> OOC: Details aren't needed, unless you want certain items to
> definitely be in sickbay or in the ship's locker when you go
> to look for them later. Even if you're through shopping and
> just want me to give you a cost and move on, I do need to get
> a sign off from you both.
>

Issac picks out the basics, takes a lingering look at the rack of  
brochures for larger equipment, like that nice Naasirka Medical  
Systems D-7655 DCAT. "I'm pretty sure this is the civilian version of  
the Navy model they made..." He snags a brochure. "After all if we're  
going to be carrying such *important* people we should be able to  
take care of them right...and besides it's really cool, look here you  
can set false color scanning based on..."

Since Sasha is pointedly ignoring him, he catches up to her and  
leaves the store with her, still babbling about the technical wonders  
of the glorious D-7655...