Posted March 17, 2019, 3:30 p.m. by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) (Kate O'Neill)
Posted by Civilian Vorraye Anders (Diplomatic Attache) in Side Sim - Vorraye Anders’ Medical Checkin
Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim - Vorraye Anders’ Medical Checkin
Posted by Civilian Vorraye Anders (Diplomatic Attache) in Side Sim - Vorraye Anders’ Medical Checkin
Her hair was in a pile on her head that, at first glance, looked like a haphazard pile of curls. But upon closer inspection, was a neatly coiled bun with the loose ends coming from the center to add a bit of freeness to the auburn and brunette tresses. Her eyes looked about as she nodded to those she passed. She was new on the ship, but not new to ships. Most were all alike. Only the floor plans differed. This time, she had done her homework. Being lost on her fist ship had been enough of an embarrassing lesson that she never repeated it.
Coming around the corner, she headed straight for medical with little to no hesitations at the corners. Her body brought the doors apart to allow her entrance and stepping in far enough allowed them to close behind her. As the half Betazoid looked around, she dampened her empathy. Pain was one of the strongest emotions and she wasn’t here to council or ‘listen’ to those emotions from anyone. She was here to check in and get cleared. Here, then the councilor, then the CO… that was the plan of the day. Being derailed from that path, this early in the day, was certainly NOT on her list of things to do. She tapped the shoulder of the nearest medical uniform and smiled. “Vorraye Anders here for my boarding physical. Who should I see?” She didn’t just assume the Medical Chief would be the one to see her. She was no ranking officer, merely a civilian.
Vorraye Anders
Diplomatic Attache“Jasmine Wynter just back from lunch and being lazy,” she extended her hand in greeting. “I can do it if you’d like. The day has been slow. I should do something more than sitting around and gossip about who the next winner is in OMAP’s Federation Got Talent contest. That stuff will rot your brain but sometimes we just need mind-numbing distractions right,” she gestured towards a biobed.
Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO
“A pleasure, Doc.” She laughed slightly, “I can understand being lazy. Though I admit my mind numbing distractions run more to interspecies contracts and first contact edicts.” She laughed a bit more sincerely. “But I welcome your doing the check in if I am not taking you from your distractions.” She moved to the biobed and hopped up on it with a bit of a skip. “I can tell you I am fine since my parting physical. And the transporter room has my latest scan in the buffers.” She sat obediently and waited to be dismissed. There would be nothing in the scans out of sorts that Ray was aware of.
Vorraye
Diplomat“Probably true but this just gives me an excuse to be the ships busy body,” Jasmine laughed scanning the woman. “New crew are always the topic in the mess hall. We maybe living in 2394 but at times a ship can feel like a small town from 1894. So you are part of the diplomatic department,” Jasmine asked checking off boxes on the transfer sheet. “Oh and your scan was clear by the way,” she added making sure to keep somewhat within procedure.
Lt Jasmine Wynter CMO
“Thanks… as for busy bodies…” she laughed and shook her head slightly. “I don’t mind. Being a Diplomat means I’m a busy body as well.” Vorraye smiled. “And you are right. Living on a ship, especially deep space missions, we ‘are’ a small town. Thankfully with replicators and proper sanitation, though.” She winked and laughed once more then tapped the scanner in the Doc’s hand, “And amazing technology. Right?”
Vorraye
Diplomat
“Yes but I am on the old fashioned side at times,” Jasmine rubbed her hands together and reached out to touch the woman’s neck. “I’m sorry if my hands are cold. Its all the alcohol in the hand sanitizer. As a diplomat, you of all people understand the necessity of the basics. Basic education. Basic knowledge. Basic common sense.” As Jasmine palpitated her neck and then moved to take an old fashioned pulse from the woman’s wrist, she continued to talk. “So many docs and nurses have thought I was crazy practicing the fine art of leeches and psychic medicine until they are in a downed shuttle with no tricorder and someone in a medical crisis. How bad do you think they wanted to remember how to take a pulse,” she winked at Vorraye.
“Just for the record I only treat like this if we are in a no technology medical crisis or a check-in. Keeps my skills up because as great as all the tech is you do have rely on your instinct. You must have to change directions a thousand times a day in your field based on the people youare deal with,” Jasmine stated. It could either be a question worth an answer or a rhetorical one. She would let Ander’s make that choice.
Lt. Jasmine Wynter. CMO
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