Posted by Lieutenant Commander Jessica Teller (XO) in Infirmary - Check In

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Nikki Brako (Chief of Operations) in Infirmary - Check In

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Paige Renee Stone (Chief Medical Officer) in Infirmary - Check In
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Nikki took the stairs. The infirmary, being off the promenade, was not far and he wanted to avoid the lift. Partly he didn’t like lifts and partly that he wanted to nose around as much as he could on this station to get to know it. It wasn’t as ‘old’ as he thought and thought he saw from the outside but it had this strange ‘something borrowed, something blue’ feel to it, like a dancer that just wasn’t in synch with the rest of the team. He’d woken up with his shoulder aching and figured that was time enough to get his physical over with. Was there a good massage joint on the promenade?

Entering the infirmary his nose crinkled. No matter how good (or bad) the air filters were hospitals still smelled like hospitals. He didn’t like them. Another thing he didn’t like but that was for a different reason than lifts. His gran had died in one. There were many sensory smells that gave Nikki a boost - the smell of a rainforest, or a good cigar, or a woman - but this was never a good one. Moving to the reception, Nikki said to the kid behind the counter. “Brako. Not scheduled but wonderin if I could get me physical in now.” He had left his cigar behind again. Now he found he missed it.
- Brako, OPS

OOC: Bump x2 .. Gene

OCC: Hey you. I am going to check you in but mouse will take over. I have made such a fuss about how happy I am you are here but have completely ignored you. I am about to fix that :) ~Kate

IC:

“Cassandra Carr. On schedule and wondering if you want to the 2 hour physical or the in and out special in under 10 minutes,” a perky red-head said lifting her face up to look in his eyes hearing his request. Parker was new to the station and still getting to know the crew. Lucky for her the man in sickbay was brand spanking new to the station like her.

“I am the jack of all trades but medical master of none,” she extended her hand up as if reaching for help instead of extending a greeting. The man before her was huge but that was how most of the Federation boys were. At 5‘4” however most men towered above her. It also didn’t help she was sitting at a desk causing her to tilt her head back some to make eye contact.

Nikki had ranged through a blonde, brunette and a redhead in his time. As he looked at this ‘mistress of none’ he wondered if it wasn’t time to start over again. She reminded him a little of Brigitte, his first wife, though she seemed more vacuous than Brige was. “Nikki,” he said again taking her hand that was cool and a little limp. “How ya doin red,” he continued. She seemed a typical secretary type - chatty and distracted, but might look good in a tight dress. He was fond of her hair; of course it being the same as his own. Some reds were freckled. Nikki was not though he did have a red carpet over him.

Tapping his name into the console in front of her, Cassie brought up his record. It was going to take more than a passing glance with this guy to get his handle on his medical history but she was looking for one key thing: Funny or flight status. While not a doctor, Cassie had learned there were to versions of people that entered sickbay willingly. There were the happy go lucky or the ones who would rather face imminent death by decompression. She wasn’t sure based on his charts but the brusque greeting made her lean towards the idea that if she asked how he was doing today the response might be something like ‘lady if I had a choice between being assimilated by the Borg and coming out with ten bionic attachments or sitting down on one of your beds I would pick the Borg every time.’

He leaned into the desk. “Well that depends, darlin, does a 2 hour include a massage in the bargain? Not much wrong with ol Nikki but now and again his shoulder gets a bit tricky and needs some care.” That was an open question that could be taken more than one way. If she had glanced at his file she’d be in the know. If not he might get a slap - not the first he’d had.

Standing up she grabbed two things: a medical check in PaDD and her trusted lollipop canister. Years ago she worked under a doctor who gave her the best medical advice ever. Carry lollipops because they could be used to break the ice or stop someone from complaining the entire session. Motioning for Brako to follow her Cassie walked towards a medical bed.

Following her he admired the view in the sadly short trip it took to get toward a medical bed. She was distracting him just enough from the ‘doctor’ smell of the area but he glanced over at a vent when he heard a rattle coming from there. Something was not happy inside there; it could either be a vole caught in a trap or the filters were out of alignment. When she stopped he was forced to look back at her to find that she was thrusting a jar in his direction filled with … suckers? He’d not seen those for years.

“So what’s your poison? Cherry, strawberry, grape or lime,” she asked holding the jar out to the side of her body.

Cassie Carr medical receptionist extraordiniare.

“Whiskey,” he said automatically with a smile, “But if I’m limited, I’m favorin the cherry. What about you?” Plucking one out he realized she had solved his earlier dilemma. Unwrapping it he bit into it, the candy breaking up with some resistance. Chewing the candy and taking in the burst of flavor associated with it he twirled around the white stick remaining. “So what’s a dame like you doin in a place like this?” Once he swallowed the white stick became his surrogate toothpick/cigar.
Nikki, COO

“Making sure you stay in tip top shape so that Dr. Paige doesn’t have to spend all day with you,” she said with a wink handing the PaDD backward to the approaching CMO.

Piage came over “How are things going?” SHe asked Cassie.

CMO

“He’s all checked in with info and he is a handful,” she smiled. “A handful and a charmer.” Cassie stuck out her hand. “Mr. Brako please be a stranger,” she asked in a happy tone. “Because this is sickbay and we don’t want you hear you are injured or sick.” She added the end to make sure Nikko knew her comment wasn’t personal. After releasing his hand, Cassie moved back to her seat.

Cassie, the receptionist

As Nikki worked the stub of the sucker into an appropriate place between his teeth he looked at the new dame who came by. She had the pips to suggest she was another boss dame and, if he remembered right from the scan of the command crew she was the boss doc. Were there any fellas who actually worked on this tub? Seemed like a boat of dames. Sure, a lot were lookers, but still. His legs swinging like he was sitting on a dock, the Iotian observed the two women. One, the Ginger Cassie, looked the part who hadn’t quite drank the cool-aid and become a cookie cutter Fleet standee. The boss-doc, however, did look the part. And by the look of the rock on her finger, was rather invested in matrimony. He wondered if the fella was on board or not. Unlike the XO boss dame who was married to a shyster that he was aware of, though had never met personally. They were alike, the two of them.
- Nikki

Paige looked at Nikki “Welcome aboard the Outpost.” She said “I’m Doctor Stone. You must be our new chief of Operations, Mr. Brakko.” She said glancing at the padd that Cassie had handed to her “Is there anything in your file that I need to know about that isn’t documented?” She asked getting to the point and not wanting to keep the COO from his new duties.

CMO