Hello, this is Tim Drake. I work as a procurement officer for the Haven Hospital. I've heard that you have a proposal for more medical equipment and was wondering if we could talk?
I'd like that very much. My hours are still somewhat irregular at the Northside Hospital in the Up, but I can come down to Haven or meet anywhere in the middle.
It is alright. I'm quite used to keep odd hours and would be happy to meet you after a shift at the hospital and we can talk details.
[Tim will finalise a day and time with Bashir and be found waiting outside at the appointed time dressed in a tailored business suit. He looks rather young for the role but there's a confidence in his smile as he sees Bashir and steps forward with his hand extended to shake]
Bashir isn't put off by Tim's age. He knows what it's like to be young and competent and will treat him accordingly.
"Just Bashir, please." He smiles easily and shakes Tim's hand. Under one arm, he has a folio filled with papers, likely his drawings and designs. "I don't have much of a formal office here, not yet, but we can meet in one of the shared rooms."
"A shared room sounds fine but you've just spent a whole shift in there. We can go a short walk to Honestea and discuss things there?"
Tim will gesture for the other man to follow him as they begin their walk into the evening. The tea shop isn't too far from the Up's hospital and the night is warm.
"Not long. A little over a month." Bashir hasn't been to Honestea yet, but he's heard good things about it from David. (And if they have those little lemon-things, he might pick one up.)
"A year and a half," Tim will answer with a sigh, "I don't see myself going home anytime soon either."
Honestly, he hasn't found any pattern for who stays and disappears but he still has a gut feeling that he's not going home unless he finds the way himself.
"Have you settled in alright? I run the Community Centre in the Down as well which can help out those who are having trouble adjusting, or even if they just want something to do," The walk to Honestea is indeed short enough and Tim will hold the door open for Bashir and will get them a table.
"It's a process." Bashir looks as if he was going to say more, but then they've arrived and found a place to sit. "While there are cultural aspects that aren't unlike what I know, some of the mores are difficult to adjust to."
Isn't that the most diplomatic thing you ever did hear.
"If you're talking about the sexual aspects, then yes, most of us take time to adjust. Some of us are still adjusting," Not Tim, Tim is nothing not adaptable and he adjusted too well in his opinion.
"There are others who also have to adjust to a difference in time periods. Those who come from times where electricity isn' even a thing."
He hands Bashir a menu with the tea and pastry selections.
"Thank you." Bashir skims over the menu and settles on a smoked Russian tea. A little bitter, but added rosehips ought to make it sharp, too. "I'm from significantly further into the future. I've studied some history, so I've an idea how to manage, but it's ...well, it's very different."
"There's a rule among Starfleet that we don't interfere in pre-warp cultures, but frankly, if I'm working here and I can save lives and reduce suffering by bringing a little medical technology, I feel bound to do it." He's not going to be able to design and build most of what he had on DS9, the lack of isolinear chips is a real setback, but he can do something.
"Starfleet? So space-faring is common in your world?" Tim's choice in comparison is going to be a very sweet tea and he'll order a sample of different pastries for them to try.
"And I don't really think your Starfleet would hold it against you to do what you needed to both survive and get home. It is not as if Duplicity doesn't pull a lot of people with abilities and knowledge that seem past what the city offers us."
"Earth is part of the United Federation of Planets and, as a species, we've traveled far beyond a single planet." Fortunately, they tend to be a little less in favour of colonial expansion than they use to. "But, yes, space-travel is very common."
"I certain hope they don't, because I'm planning some improvements on how the medical technology works here. I don't have access to some of the supplies or manufactory that would really be helpful, but I can make a start."
"My world has been visited by alien species and I personally have travelled in space before but it's not a common form of travel and I'm sure there are people who still do not believe in aliens despite more than a few members of the Justice League being not of Earth."
He shrugs, it's not really something that he sees as a huge problem. It's those who believe in aliens and don't like them that is usually the problem.
"Speaking of supplies and manufacturing, perhaps we should start talking about your idea."
"Ah, yes!" Bashir is always happy to natter on (at length...) about whatever idea he's been working on. He pulls out a small portfolio and hands it over to Tim. Inside, there are several, neat and hand-drawn diagrams of various ~adult novelties~ with a listing of parts that can then be removed, and reassembled according to another diagram, into something odd and boxy with a nozzle.
"I'd thought about reusing already existing materials, but in order to get the seals working properly you need very specific machine requirements." Best to design from scratch then. "The end product is a hypospray, a sort of machine that allows for injections without risk of cross-contamination."
There's a hint of a blush as Tim looks over the two diagrams as Bashir talks, flipping back and forth to see where one part in the first is reused in the second. He smiles as he obviously understands what the man is proposing.
"This is all kinds of brilliant, you basically want to try and get funding and manufacture a sex toy that can easily be repurposed into a more useful function. You've only been here such a short time and you've already figured out that in order to progress here you need to make it seem like it's useful for sex."
Tim will then fall into a lot of technical questions about how the hypospray works and things on the diagrams that don't seem familiar to him. Despite that, he is able to pick things up quite quickly and anything he has trouble with he seems determined to understand.
"I will have to get the okay from higher up for new equipment but I can see why and how Haven Hospital will want these."
"They would be useful for sex, that's the thing. These novelties are based on somewhat more futuristic designs than are currently on the market here, so a clever company would gladly scoop them up to get an edge." And then they can ideally take a bit of profit and maybe a couple of boxes of free samples for Haven. Everyone wins, no major investment needed.
"It's not a perfect idea, but it's not bad, I'd say."
Tim makes a face at the idea that Haven would just be taking a couple of boxes of free samples. The part of him that had spent the last year working as Wayne Enterprises CEO knows that they can do better than that.
"I think we can do better. Not the design, I will admit there are part of this that are still beyond me and I'd love to pick your brain more regarding your world's designs and what else they could be utilised for. No, I mean the business part of things."
Tim gets out his own notepad and starts scribbling notes, "Because I think we could find a way that we can get more than a tiny profit and possibly a continued supply of them as we need them. That would depend on negotiations with the manufacturer."
If Tim could say he could do those negotiations himself they'd be fine but as a Submissive, he'd never be taken seriously.
"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."
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[Tim will finalise a day and time with Bashir and be found waiting outside at the appointed time dressed in a tailored business suit. He looks rather young for the role but there's a confidence in his smile as he sees Bashir and steps forward with his hand extended to shake]
Doctor, nice to meet you. I'm Tim Drake.
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"Just Bashir, please." He smiles easily and shakes Tim's hand. Under one arm, he has a folio filled with papers, likely his drawings and designs. "I don't have much of a formal office here, not yet, but we can meet in one of the shared rooms."
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Tim will gesture for the other man to follow him as they begin their walk into the evening. The tea shop isn't too far from the Up's hospital and the night is warm.
"How long have you been in Duplicity Bashir?"
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"And yourself?"
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Honestly, he hasn't found any pattern for who stays and disappears but he still has a gut feeling that he's not going home unless he finds the way himself.
"Have you settled in alright? I run the Community Centre in the Down as well which can help out those who are having trouble adjusting, or even if they just want something to do," The walk to Honestea is indeed short enough and Tim will hold the door open for Bashir and will get them a table.
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Isn't that the most diplomatic thing you ever did hear.
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"There are others who also have to adjust to a difference in time periods. Those who come from times where electricity isn' even a thing."
He hands Bashir a menu with the tea and pastry selections.
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"There's a rule among Starfleet that we don't interfere in pre-warp cultures, but frankly, if I'm working here and I can save lives and reduce suffering by bringing a little medical technology, I feel bound to do it." He's not going to be able to design and build most of what he had on DS9, the lack of isolinear chips is a real setback, but he can do something.
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"And I don't really think your Starfleet would hold it against you to do what you needed to both survive and get home. It is not as if Duplicity doesn't pull a lot of people with abilities and knowledge that seem past what the city offers us."
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"I certain hope they don't, because I'm planning some improvements on how the medical technology works here. I don't have access to some of the supplies or manufactory that would really be helpful, but I can make a start."
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He shrugs, it's not really something that he sees as a huge problem. It's those who believe in aliens and don't like them that is usually the problem.
"Speaking of supplies and manufacturing, perhaps we should start talking about your idea."
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"I'd thought about reusing already existing materials, but in order to get the seals working properly you need very specific machine requirements." Best to design from scratch then. "The end product is a hypospray, a sort of machine that allows for injections without risk of cross-contamination."
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"This is all kinds of brilliant, you basically want to try and get funding and manufacture a sex toy that can easily be repurposed into a more useful function. You've only been here such a short time and you've already figured out that in order to progress here you need to make it seem like it's useful for sex."
Tim will then fall into a lot of technical questions about how the hypospray works and things on the diagrams that don't seem familiar to him. Despite that, he is able to pick things up quite quickly and anything he has trouble with he seems determined to understand.
"I will have to get the okay from higher up for new equipment but I can see why and how Haven Hospital will want these."
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"It's not a perfect idea, but it's not bad, I'd say."
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"I think we can do better. Not the design, I will admit there are part of this that are still beyond me and I'd love to pick your brain more regarding your world's designs and what else they could be utilised for. No, I mean the business part of things."
Tim gets out his own notepad and starts scribbling notes, "Because I think we could find a way that we can get more than a tiny profit and possibly a continued supply of them as we need them. That would depend on negotiations with the manufacturer."
If Tim could say he could do those negotiations himself they'd be fine but as a Submissive, he'd never be taken seriously.
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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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