Ensign Roy Bancroft - Sickbay is Not a Petting Zoo (Officially)
Carter Schimpff
((Sickbay, Deck 7- USS Artemis))
The situation, objectively, had spiraled.
Roy had once imagined Sickbay as a sanctuary of medical order. Crisp, sterile fields. Procedures. Calm, even in chaos. Today, however, he’d found himself witness to the strangest kind of patient drop-off: one (1) cat, hand-delivered by a very tall Andorian and accepted by a very pregnant, very irritated Sam Richards.
It was, in its own very strange way, kind of beautiful.
Tho’Bi, to his credit – or perhaps concern – presented the bag with all the reverence of a sacred artifact.
Tho’Bi: This is blast and shock proof :: nods at cat :: she emptied all the Engineering Tools out and took it for her own.
Copernicus launched off Sam’s stomach like an Ensign fleeing a performance review, then dove headfirst into the bag. A triumphant meow issued from within, followed shortly by soft, smug purring.
Richards: ::To the cat:: At least you know how to find a safe place.
Bancroft: ::under his breath:: More than I can say for most of the crew.
The rucksack meowed once – self-satisfied – and then settled into a slow, rolling purr like a victory lap in audio form.
Tho’Bi: :: looking down at the cat :: I think this belongs to the little one now.
He held the bag out. Sam accepted it like someone unsure whether they were being gifted a keepsake or recruited into a cult.
Richards: I would argue with you, but I think Cop would agree. ::Shrugging:: It’s hers now.
Bancroft: ::to himself:: The cat has property rights now. What’s next, payroll? A commission?
Sam slung the rucksack onto her shoulders. Copernicus perched across her like a smug scarf, tail flicking inside the bag, scanning the room as though she was filing everyone present into a mental threat database.
Richards: I think I should probably get her out of here. ::Turning to Roy:: Don’t get your teal shoulders in a twist, she’s going.
Bancroft: ::deadpan:: If she stays any longer I’m going to deputize her. She’s got the perfect bedside manner – self-confident, judgmental, and mildly territorial.
She turned to Tho’Bi before heading out.
Richards: You kept her safe, and I appreciate that.
Tho’Bi: Response
Richards: Next time, give me a heads up before you bring her on a tour of the ship. ::Gesturing to Roy:: I think the Doc here might actually combust if she shows up here again.
Bancroft: ::muttering to himself:: First my uniform, now this. ::calling after Sam playfully:: The vomit’s on me – pun intended – but I’m billing you for the cat hair!
Tho’Bi: Response
TAG/End Scene for Bancroft!
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Ensign Roy Bancroft
Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
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