> >> 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. The knicks and knacks requested by all sections--tools and spare bits needed by the maintenance section purchasable here; Paris completes the purchases for outfiting both emergency and projected needs-filter masks, etc., for the next few stops; matching flatware and tableware; bedding, other materials, incluidng "For All Use" jumpsuits for relative uniformity for those coming in contact with the passenger areas, etc. > 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... OOG: Sasha? Paris. Sasha is Paris' name for the Captain...that I do not believe she's used in public, yet. Paris looked up from her PDA which overflowed with requests and needs. "How much?" she asked. "I can do quite a bit--but...aren't those in the Hundred-K price range?"
