Botany Lab- Making Amends

Posted Feb. 18, 2020, 12:25 p.m. by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay Bayes)

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“That is where I professionally and personally think you are wrong. People that isolate themselves tend to experience a greater sense of loneliness and low self-esteem. This can lead to individuals developing social anxiety, depression, or other mental health concerns. Sentient beings are for the most part social creatures. These pairings depend a lot on culture, race, and such. That is why I am a firm believer in “bring a friend” to family parties. It helps take the pressure of you when you are with your parents if they have someone else to focus on. ” For the first time Jasmine felt incredibly sad for Faye. At some point all people had terrible things happen to them. They either rose above them or let the event define them forever. Jasmine hoped for Faye it would be the former.

It was in her file and she assumed that Jasmine at least knew about it on the surface. But the reality of it was usually different. “I already have mental health concerns,” Faye said quietly. “Which came first, that or the depression, is anyone’s guess, but I’ve been doing my best to manage it since I was diagnosed eight years ago.” Faye leaned in slightly, gazing intently at the CMO with her stormy grey-green eyes. “I can’t change how my brain perceives things and I will admit that it’s rarely fair to the other person, but all I can do is admit that things get a little messed up with how I interact with people. Some people can handle it, and some can’t. I think you are the one that can, but I’m just warning you in advance that I’m probably going to piss you off or make you want to run away screaming. All the medication in the galaxy can’t suddenly make me a good friend. But all I can do is try if you’re willing to put up with me.”

“So you are my hostile friend that I tell people to blow off and you roll your eyes or get pissed at me from time to time. The basis of a real friend is they ike you when its fun and love you when its hard. If you can’t find it in you to tell your best friend they fracked up and still call them the next day…or a week later depending on how bad the fracking was,” Jasmine let out a big laugh, “then they are just a fair weather friend. Take Celina. Lord there are some days I want to put her through the wall and when she start yammering about in Spanish when she is pissed off I remind her she had to share with the class because I need to know what insult to throw back at her. That is girl bonding. Men beat each other with sticks in the gym and call it fun. They are just less articulate than women so they need a way to ommunicate.”

Faye snorted. “I’m quite happy beating things to a pulp as well. It’s quite therapeutic, I assure you,” she said with a bit of a smirk. For her, that was enough of a response to Jasmine to show that she took in what the other woman had said and could go along with it.

“So wanna go get out of here and do something fun,” she asked

Jasmine Wynter CMO

Faye grinned slightly, ever curious. “What did you have in mind? Fun is relative and subjective, remember?”

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

“Well let’s figure out what we have in common. You list three things you like to do. I will do the same and we pick. Agreed,” Jasmine smiled.

“So mani-pedi’s, drinking on the beach, and the driving range,” Jasmine threw out her three and waited for Faye to add her top choices to the list,

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

Calloway stared at Wynter and shook her head. “Woman, we are built so vastly differently,” she said with amusement and a bit of awe. They really couldn’t be more discordant people to be friends and she wondered in her head how much of an issue it would be over time. “I don’t really have hobbies, but I do the aforementioned beating things to a pulp thing for anger management and… well… there’s the garden you heard about. I like growing things. It’s calming and reminds me of the good parts of my childhood, as I said earlier.”

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

“Then lets go grow something,” Jasmine stood up from her desk. “We just need to make it something easy because I promise you I will lie to you. We will go plant something. I will take it home. You will ask how it is doing. I will say fine and then I will replicate one over its dead carcass so make it easy,” she said the last three words to Faye very slowly. It was more to make sure the woman understood how imperative this information was. “Ready,” she asked Faye.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

Calloway couldn’t help herself and chuckled, smiling genuinely as she rose to her feet. “Come on Black Thumb, let’s see if I can teach you a bit of botanical science. You’re a biologist. It can’t be that much of a stretch. But even if it is, I learned this stuff when I was really little, and it seemed to have stuck, so you might just be in luck.”

Faye led her down a deck to Deck Four, where both her new garden space as located as well as the Plant Sciences labs. “The garden space is a work in progress at the moment, so I’m starting some seeds and getting them to a good point so they can be transplanted.”

Inside the botany lab, Faye had quietly set up a multi-tiered shelf with grow lights on each level. Three of the six shelves had trays with transparent covers and were awaiting the first signs of sprouting. Calloway cast her gaze suspiciously at Jasmine. “Should I just assume that you’ve never planted seeds before?”

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

“Oh I have planted and got them this far,” Jasmine looked at the young seedlings in the tray inspecting them carefully. The stems looked strong with a pair of leaves on each one. “I just have issues the damping-off. One second they look fine but the next minute the little guys seem to go limp. Once they go limp I haven’t ever gotten them to stand up again,” she said touching one of the small leaves with the tip of her finger.

“Hmmm,” Calloway said thoguhtfully, running through the possibilities. “Could be a few different things,” she said, though her mind immediately latched onto the most likely possibility.

“I heard fungicide foxes this but it’s just always been easier to buy a grown plant. Maybe you can show me what I have been doing wrong,” Jasmine pulled in a pair of gloves from a nearby bench sliding them on her hands. A second later she broke out laughing.

“Are you psychic,” she asked Faye bringing up her hands and wiggling her fingers. “I am Black Thumbs,” she joked showing her hands now clad in the black material.

Jasmine. CMO

Faye snorted. “I am a woman of many secrets, but I think if I had psychic abilities I would have been able to avoid much of the drama of my life.” She cast a sideways glance at Jasmine. “But they do suit you.”

She forwent the gloves in favour of getting into it with bare hands, preferring the ease of dealing with tiny seeds. “So,” Faye began, “seed growth depends entirely on what medium you grow it in, how much or how little water you give it and light. Damping off often happens because you’re giving them too much water. You need to keep the soil quite moist but only until the seeds are established. Once they pop up, then you can go easier on the water.”

Faye grabbed a large container that contained a special growing medium, along with a seedling tray and a flip top container. “Why don’t you grab that bowl on the side counter and I will grab our portable sprayer,” she said, moving about the one side of the botany lab with practiced ease even though it really wasn’t her domain.

With all the equipment ready, Faye opened up the lid of the growing medium. “So this is a seed starting medium I’ve put together. It’s lighter than normal soil because if it’s too heavy the seeds have a tougher time getting through it. We’re going to gently moisten it by adding water to a bunch in the bowl and then use that to pack the tray. So go ahead and fill the bowl about two-thirds full of medium,” she instructed as she unzipped her jacket and tossed it over a nearby stool.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

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