[A few hours after the collapse]

[dr_lauren]

It had been a race against the clock - the static, silent clock - to stabilise the 'supers' before it was too late. Now, staring at them, Lauren ran through their profiles in her head, trying desperately to find any common link that would give them something to start with.

Three vampires, several 'mutants', a supersoldier, witches, aliens and a god...

There was nothing there, nothing except the fact that they weren't baseline human, but that's where the similarities ended. Blood samples had been drawn and were currently in for metabolic panels and cultures, but that would only tell them what it wasn't, not what it was.

They had to figure it out, and they had to hurry. Nineteen lives depended on it.

Air vents

[the_iceman]

Mycroft had been looking up for the better part of fifteen minutes. There was no actual reason for him to be looking at it. With an eidetic memory as his was, it had been remembered since the first glance he had set upon it. But there was something calming about looking up, and so he did.

The air-vent; the poison had come through the air-vents.

Could a search lead to finding out where the poison had come from? What were the chances that the poison had been on the ship for as long as they had? Or longer? Or had it materialized like food did in replicators? And what were the chances of them finding the answer? What were the chances of them finding the answer to anything?

He was well aware that he was useless in the sick bay and Sherlock (both of them) worked better when he was not there.

Would there be a point in trying to find the cause or the source of the poison? Could they find the reason?