PNPC LTJG Charlotte Brexis - On or Off?
Samantha Richards
((Sickbay - Deck 7, USS Artemis))
Not having been on the Artemis long, Charlotte had made a vain attempt to skirt around her physical. A very hastily worded message from a Doctor Roy Bancroft was just humorous and snarky enough that she agreed to come in.
She walked into sickbay and glanced around. Ignoring the assault on her senses coming from an officer getting a hangnail taken care of. If she hadn’t seen him, she would have assumed he had actually been stabbed. In the face. With an axe.
oO Cry baby Oo she rolled her eyes as the buffoon of an officer walked by her, cradling his hand like it had just been re-attached.
Following him was a doctor. A bit taller than her(which wasn’t difficult because she was inherently short at 5 feet tall) and had a mustache and looked like the universe weighed him down more than it should have been. But his mind wasn’t loud, not like humans usually were. This one… silent.
Brexis: Are you the doctor that sent me that lovely message?
Bancroft: Response
She smirked at him. He was kind of cute. Even with the mustache that looked like it was possibly sentient and had a mind of its own.
Brexis: Right... Do you send everyone those messages? Or am I special?
Bancroft: Response
She blinked heavily a few times. It wasn’t often her charm and wit didn’t get her somewhere. Maybe Roy was broken. Or, maybe he was… not into women.
Just like her aunt always said, “All the good ones are taken— or not into women.”
Dr. Bancroft must have fallen into one of those categories.
Brexis: Okay then. Where do you want me? ::she turned to him with a casual glance:: Clothes on or off?
Bancroft: Response
TAG/TBC!
Lieutenant JG Charlotte Brexis
Strategic Operations Officer
USS Artemis-A