"The business aspects are a bit beyond me." While Bashir is fairly sure he could figure out the rules of such a transaction, he knows he doesn't have the personality type to carry it off. "I'm happy to act as a face or a front, and to work with Crais on designs, but I've never had to navigate anything like a company."
He shrugs and looks a bit sheepish at his own inexperience. "I've been either training to be a doctor or working in Starfleet all my life. We're a post-scarcity society, so..." Remembering to lock is door has been an adjustment, let alone managing finances.
"If you don't have a problem with, I'm well versed in business negotiations and dealings so I'd be happy to help you with it. I became CEO of my father's company a year before I was bought here. I wasn't as good at it as our CFO but this is a lot simplier."
He remembers the name Crais from the man he met at the Community Centre bonfire. He had been a very blunt man but he had also been from a space faring world.
"Crais? I've met him, you both came up with this idea together?"
Tim waves off Bashir's modesty, "The fact that you're from a post-scarcity society is amazing and I'm no doctor. The best I can do is basic first aid."
"We did. I had the basic idea, and together we both came up with novelties we've seen or heard about from our homes." Bashir has been to Risa. He's seen what's in the gift shop and it's not just horga'hn statuettes.
"Which isn't nothing in and of itself; basic first-aid can and does save a lot of lives." There's not always a doctor that's handy and sometimes you just need to control the bleeding until you get to the hospital.
"If you had some interesting alien anatomy in there and market it on that appeal you might get more interest? I don't know, I've seen weirder so the gimmick might work." Tim's face squints at the designs like he's trying to imagine what they could come up with but is weirding himself out with his own imagination.
He shakes it off though and continues, "It's certainly saved my life plenty of times but Alfred was usually in charge of patching us up when we did something foolish. We weren't exactly the kind of people who went to hospitals a lot. Was saving lives why you choose to become a Doctor? Do you specialise in any particular field?"
"That's the plan, actually." Bashir flips through the diagrams to get to a page marked 'Luxan' and another that seems to be sketches of a variety of unusual and clearly non-human anatomy. It's Star Trek, so there's a lot of ridges in funny places and the occasional tentacle. "The mechanism inside is somewhat more advanced that seems to be standard here, and yes, I did take apart a few to figure that out, but the exterior can be modeled in a variety of, ah, ways."
"Exobiology, mostly. I did my residency in pediatrics, which I am still fond of, but for the last decade or so, I've had to develop my skills as a battle medic and epidemiologist."
That is definitely a blush on Tim's cheeks as he looks at the clearly non-human anatomy with surprise, embarrassment and ashamed arousal. He shuts the folder so he doesn't keep starring.
"Okay, well you've definitely got everything worked out there. The hospital just got passed to a new owner so how about I bring the idea up with him. Set up a meeting so you two can go into full details and write up proposals you can send out to companies to see if they pick them up."
He seems to pack away the embarrassment rather quickly though, putting it away to deal with later.
"You wanted to work with children?" While the battle medic and epidemiologist part is interesting, he feels like the pediatrics part tells him more about Bashir.
"I did. I believe that all too often children aren't treated like real people in the medical establishment. They might not have an adult's sensibilities or knowledge of the situation, but hauling them about like so much baggage does them a disservice." While Bashir might (occasionally) snip at adult patients that he knows well and that should know better, he is genuinely good with children.
"At the moment, I'm just filling whatever niche needs a space body at the hospital, but I wouldn't be opposed to settling into a family practice here." Wherever he goes, there are always people that could use healing. "The culture here is different, but it's not all that far off from a 'standard' human society. If we'd been marooned on a Tendu world, that would've been a change: humans are allergic to mostly everything there, the Tendu communicate via skin colouration, and they eat their under-developed young as a typical food source."
Tim doesn't have a huge basis with how parents treat their children when taking them to the doctors. His own parents didn't spend a lot of time in the country, and the time they did spend was busy with Drake Industries, not doctor visits.
"I don't think I can really comment on parents and how they treat their children? I don't think I remember any visits to a GP with my parents and once I was with my adopted family, well the family butler had enough training for most of it."
He shrugs, he realises it's not the most normal of situations even without mentioning Batman.
"It is a good reason though, hospitals aren't comforting places the majority of the time and when no one will explain anything to you I imagine it's worse."
Tim visibly leans back and away from Bashir when he explains about the Tendu, like he needs distance from the very words themselves.
"I know different cultures have different practises but I don't think I could ever understand eating your own."
"You must understand, it's not like eating a human child." He takes a sip of tea before continuing, "There is very little accessible protein on their world and they regularly produce a significant number of eggs, which if tended can hatch into a larval stage. These larvae are not 'Tendu', are not people until they've pupated a second time - an act that requires an additional fertilization." Bashir's 'verse is already so much weirder than Duplicity and from his tone of voice, he doesn't judge these people in the slightest.
"Occasionally larvae do get out of their pools, and they can grow into larger creatures, but they never develop into Tendu."
"I suggest the next time you bring the Tendu up, you might want to start with that explanation, rather than jumping straight to 'they eat their own young' although I don't think they eat their own what? larvae? inner biological reproductive stuff is a whole lot less... unsettling."
Tim makes a distasteful face at the idea. He thinks he might have been more comfortable talking about alien genitals.
"Nymphs, perhaps. They're alive, they swim separately from their biological parents, but aren't particularly more aware than, say, a tadpole." Bashir is clearly unbothered, but he's used to this sort of thing. "In any event, this is a strange place, but it's hardly the worst of the lot."
"No I suppose it's not but I don't really like to rank places on their awfulness. It reminds me that there's really more than like one for the list."
Tim says it in a joking tone, not trying to bring the mood down or anything.
"I will admit, there are a lot of worst scenarios that my mind can come up with but I don't wish to speak them out loud in case someone unwanted overhears and decides to implement it in this city."
"...does that happen often?" It's not impossible, but Bashir has heard of stranger things. If they're all inside some sort of holodeck-type simulation, it would explain the 'magic' nonsense. Although, there's no way to prove it or enact an escape.
"Taking our ideas specifically to use against us? No, I haven't heard of it happening but I'm not taking any chances there. They have proved they have ways of plucking bad memories from us and haunting us with them."
He's seen visions of dead friends and horrors from Gotham here more than once before.
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He shrugs and looks a bit sheepish at his own inexperience. "I've been either training to be a doctor or working in Starfleet all my life. We're a post-scarcity society, so..." Remembering to lock is door has been an adjustment, let alone managing finances.
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He remembers the name Crais from the man he met at the Community Centre bonfire. He had been a very blunt man but he had also been from a space faring world.
"Crais? I've met him, you both came up with this idea together?"
Tim waves off Bashir's modesty, "The fact that you're from a post-scarcity society is amazing and I'm no doctor. The best I can do is basic first aid."
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"Which isn't nothing in and of itself; basic first-aid can and does save a lot of lives." There's not always a doctor that's handy and sometimes you just need to control the bleeding until you get to the hospital.
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He shakes it off though and continues, "It's certainly saved my life plenty of times but Alfred was usually in charge of patching us up when we did something foolish. We weren't exactly the kind of people who went to hospitals a lot. Was saving lives why you choose to become a Doctor? Do you specialise in any particular field?"
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"Exobiology, mostly. I did my residency in pediatrics, which I am still fond of, but for the last decade or so, I've had to develop my skills as a battle medic and epidemiologist."
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"Okay, well you've definitely got everything worked out there. The hospital just got passed to a new owner so how about I bring the idea up with him. Set up a meeting so you two can go into full details and write up proposals you can send out to companies to see if they pick them up."
He seems to pack away the embarrassment rather quickly though, putting it away to deal with later.
"You wanted to work with children?" While the battle medic and epidemiologist part is interesting, he feels like the pediatrics part tells him more about Bashir.
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"At the moment, I'm just filling whatever niche needs a space body at the hospital, but I wouldn't be opposed to settling into a family practice here." Wherever he goes, there are always people that could use healing. "The culture here is different, but it's not all that far off from a 'standard' human society. If we'd been marooned on a Tendu world, that would've been a change: humans are allergic to mostly everything there, the Tendu communicate via skin colouration, and they eat their under-developed young as a typical food source."
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"I don't think I can really comment on parents and how they treat their children? I don't think I remember any visits to a GP with my parents and once I was with my adopted family, well the family butler had enough training for most of it."
He shrugs, he realises it's not the most normal of situations even without mentioning Batman.
"It is a good reason though, hospitals aren't comforting places the majority of the time and when no one will explain anything to you I imagine it's worse."
Tim visibly leans back and away from Bashir when he explains about the Tendu, like he needs distance from the very words themselves.
"I know different cultures have different practises but I don't think I could ever understand eating your own."
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"Occasionally larvae do get out of their pools, and they can grow into larger creatures, but they never develop into Tendu."
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Tim makes a distasteful face at the idea. He thinks he might have been more comfortable talking about alien genitals.
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Tim says it in a joking tone, not trying to bring the mood down or anything.
"I will admit, there are a lot of worst scenarios that my mind can come up with but I don't wish to speak them out loud in case someone unwanted overhears and decides to implement it in this city."
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He's seen visions of dead friends and horrors from Gotham here more than once before.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to worry you."