Samantha Richards - Very Personal Matters
Samantha Richards
((Interim Chief Medical Officer’s Office, Deck 7- USS Artemis))
Sam had just finished her mission of placing a hefty amount of small rocks around the office of the CMO. A voice behind her startled her enough to let out a strange sounding yelp.
Jaran: You are definitely not supposed to be in here, you know.
Richards: Ahh! ::Placing her hand on her chest:: Sorry… You scared me.
Sam took a few deep breaths and looked at the doctor with a hopeful understanding.
Jaran: I suppose I should ask what you’re doing in here…
Richards: Me? ::Pointing to herself:: What am I? ::Gesturing around:: Doing in here? ::Putting her hands on her hips:: That is an excellent question…
She stared at them for far longer than either of them could possibly be comfortable with.
Richards: I- I was uhm… Looking for you! ::Nodding:: Yeah. Looking for you. I need a checkup. Just a quick one. Doctor Bancroft deserves a bit of a break from me, so I came to find you.
Jaran: Oh? Are you experiencing any discomfort? That Tricillian flu still hasn’t completely died out, you know. Perhaps I should put you in quarantine and run some tests.
Well played doc…. Well played. Sam deflated a bit.
Richards: Okay… This is going to sound silly, but I am… hiding… rocks. ::pointing to the one stuck to the bulkhead:: You’re not a tattletale are you?
Jaran: Tattletale? How old are you again? Anyway, I expect Dr. Morgan would be as irritated at me as he would be with you if I told him.
Was what she was doing childish? Absolutely. Did that change her mind? Not even a little bit.
Jaran: You know this is probably not going to end well, right?
Richards: ::Smirking:: Only if he finds out it was me. Which he won’t. Since you’re not a tattletale.
Jaran: All well and good. But I’m curious what your end game here is.
What was her endgame? To prove a point perhaps?
Richards: Chaos. That is my endgame. Lieutenant Morgan needs some chaos in his life. I am simply here to provide that.
Jaran: Fine. You may as well finish your… work. I can see that you’re pretty invested. Just… remember us little people.
Sam went to respond and give a gentle assurance that if anyone was going down for the rocks… It would be her and her alone, but as soon as she went to speak, the door behind them opened.
Sam’s eyes grew wide and she put on her best, “I'm not here for nefarious reasons” smile.
Richards: Captain! ::Gesturing towards the door:: Look Doctor, it’s our fearless leader! Back from… Wherever she went.
MacKenzie/Jaran: Response
Sam had to think quickly.
Richards: Uh huh. That is a great question. We…I… Uhm.. We needed a private place to discuss something. This was the closest room. ::nodding as if to convince herself:: Very private… Personal matters.
MacKenzie/Jaran: Response
Finally, she managed to blink a few times.
Richards: Well… Uhm… Personal matters that include me and uhm Talos. Things I’m sure you’d rather not hear about. oO I can’t believe I just said that.Oo But we are done with that discussion now. ::Beat:: Did anyone hear that?
Sickbay was, at that very moment, more quiet than she’d ever heard in her life. But, desperate for any exit from this particular line of discourse, she could always hope that either MacKenzie or Jaran were prone to spontaneous auditory hallucinations.
MacKenzie/Jaran: Response
TAG/TBC!
Samantha Richards