Posted March 13, 2019, 12:17 a.m. by Ensign Fraiser Flynn (Security Officer) (Cass Young)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Satreya Boja (Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Flynns Physical Evaluation
Posted by Ensign Fraiser Flynn (Security Officer) in Side Sim: Flynns Physical Evaluation
Posted by Ensign Fraiser Flynn (Security Officer) in Side Sim: Flynns Physical Evaluation
Posted by… suppressed (5) by the Post Ghost! 👻(snip)
Flynn nodded, “No rough stuff, gotcha,” he grinned jumping off the biobed, flipping his hand around and examining it, happy that there would be nothing left to show for his mistake. “And don’t worry doc, I’ll keep my hand out of the Counsellors doors from now on,”
With a wink and a flash of his charming smile the Ensign departed.
Ens. Flynn
Security“Umm, Ensign, that wasn’t a dismissal,” Boja said sternly. “We’re not done here. Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Boja, CMO
One foot out the door Fraiser froze, groaned to himself, and then spun around, throwing a cheeky I-had-to-try grin around the room to anyone who was watching. “Sorry sir,” he said, trotting back towards the Doctor, “You know us Ensigns; always too eager to get to work. But I can save you a job, and tell you I’m a clean bill of health now that my hand is fixed.”
Esn. Flynn
SecurityBoja gave him a slightly withering look as she spun the tricorder in the air for dramatic effect. “Too bad I can’t just take your reassurances about that. You know, procedure and all.”
“Stand still,” she instructed as the scanning bud did a slow and thorough pass over his body.
OOC: Scan results?
Boja, CMO
As Boja scanned Flynn, the tricorder would show that the Ensign was experiencing elevated levels of adrenaline, but otherwise he was in good health.
Flynn stood still, while she scanned, his face neutral, but Boja would be able to feel his irritation at being kept back from completing his check in. Ordinarily he didn’t mind going through the motions of the physical, because he could understand and accept why it was necessary. However today was different. He was eagar to meet the Chief of Security and make a good first impression. It was imperative that he did. Before she recieved Sinclairs report and thought poorly of Fraiser, not realising the whole thing was a misunderstanding.
“Can I go now?” He asked once she’d completed her scans, then added as an afterthought, “Sir?”
Ens. Flynn
SecurityBump to keep on boards :)
Satreya flicked her gaze upwards so her knew she heard him, but went back to looking at the scan readouts. She was clearly in no rush but at the same time wasn’t drawing things out unnecessarily. Reaching out, she tapped a couple keys and then looked back at him. “Everything looks normal. You’re free to go. But… don’t forget about going easy on that hand. Your department head will be advised about my medical orders on that front.”
Boja, CMO
“Yes sir,” Flynn nodded, “Thanks for fixing my hand,” he flashed her his smile, outwardly hiding his irritation at the reminder that his Chief was going to find out that he had injured it. The whole incident was something he’d prefer to forget. He kept his smile plastered on, until he was well clear of any other personale, and then he scowled. He could feel this whole mess Sinclair had gotten him into, digging a hole under his feet, threatening to give way and swallow him whole at any moment.
Footsteps echoed somewhere further around the corridor corner, and he quickly covered the scowl up. A young lieutenant walked past him and he flashed her one of his charming smiles, a smile split out over her face and as he continued his walk to Security, it might have been his imagination, but he swore he could feel her eyes following him until he was out of sight. It was enough to give him the confidence boost that he needed. He’d been in worse trouble before, and they hadn’t been able to prove anything then. The only person who knew anything was Sinclair, but he’d lied on Flynns behalf. Boja might have a suspicion due to that pesky ability of hers, but she was only one person. Worst comes to worst he’d just charm his way through as he had before.
Ens. Flynn
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