Ensign Roy Bancroft - Try Everything Once (Except the Risotto with Mushrooms)
Carter Schimpff
(( Primary Sickbay – Deck 7, USS Artemis-A ))
Bancroft: ::lightly:: So tell me, what does Doctor Vhysa’lia do for fun when they’re not rescuing Ensigns from a double-shift of dullness? Please don’t say “chart audits”. My heart can only take so much excitement.
He removed a sterilization wand from its charging cradle and waved it across the surface of a cortical stimulator, watching the dried blood slowly vanish. Sickbay was quiet – the sort of rare, post-shift lull where even the biobeds seemed to have a chance to exhale.
Vhysa’lia: Oh ::spreading their arms wide:: lots. What’s the point in getting a second chance at life, if you’re just going to do the same thing every day?
Bancroft: ::grinning:: That’s either incredibly inspiring or the first line in a self-help book that ends in fire. Possibly both. ::beat:: I admire that, though. Most people don’t make it halfway through one life without clinging to routine like a security blanket.
He reached for the next tray – medical tricorders this time – and began separating the units, lining them up with mild obsessive precision.
Vhysa’lia: One of my goals here is to try everything I can at least once. ::pause:: Within reason, of course. I have no desire to get airlocked for swimming in Cetacean Ops, no matter how tempting it might be.
Bancroft: ::amused:: A wise boundary. I’ve heard the whales are excellent conversationalists, but notoriously strict about pool etiquette. ::tilting his head:: Still, trying everything? That’s ambitious. You must have a very forgiving threshold for chaos.
He glanced at them sidelong, expression warm but inquisitive – like someone watching a juggling act with both admiration and mild suspicion.
Vhysa’lia: Well, almost everything. My digestive system isn’t built to handle Earth foods… or really anything from this quadrant. ::sigh:: It’s a shame, as some of the things I’ve seen while strolling along Deep Space 224 really look incredible.
Bancroft: ::thoughtfully:: That is a tragedy. Half the reason I survived medical school was through emotional support fajitas. ::beat, then lightly:: I suppose we’ll just have to find out what your system can handle – and then reverse-engineer the perfect dessert. For medical science, obviously. And mischief.
He handed her a sterilized tricorder like it was a delicate artifact.
Vhysa’lia: Response
Bancroft: Well, I have tried my hand at cooking recently, although… I’d say the results were mixed at best. I suppose you can’t have risotto… or mushrooms… which in this case is probably a plus.
He paused, wiping down the inside curve of a medkit with practiced ease.
Vhysa’lia: Response
Bancroft: Must be freeing, in a way – getting a second life. I’m sure it’s more complicated than that for Kobali, but still… ::wryly:: As far as I know, I’ve only got the one shot to sort myself out. ::thoughtfully:: I think you have to be senior staff before they start offering backup copies in the transporter buffer.
He shot her a faint smile – more reflective than teasing – and reached for the next instrument tray.
Vhysa’lia: Response
TAG/TBC!
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Ensign Roy Bancroft
Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
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