Lt JG Alyndra Syrex. - Prescription Request
Alyndrasyrex
((Poolside, Risa))
Alyndra smiled. It was lovely to see this young officer taking advantage of the cultural side of Risa. Being from what many considered a paradise planet herself; she’d seen the appeal of the heat and sea breeze. She wasn’t personally one for the horga’hns herself, at least not until she’d done what she needed.
Syrex: That’s lovely to hear.
Imril: And the sunny weather’s nice too. How is Risa treating you?
Syrex: Risa… Risa’s perfectly fine.
Alyndra sighed, turning to lay fully on her side. Fully addressing the ensign.
Syrex: The thing is, Imril. I’ve never had a holiday before. I’ve not real idea how to relax, not really. I’ve always been working towards the next big thing. Now I’m at a stable time in my life, I can see the future so clearly. I have a reputation, Starfleet and otherwise. What else should I be working towards?
The Ensign nodded in near-silence. Taking the combadge off of their uniform, they manipulated it in their hands
Imril: Maybe that’s something that Starfleet’s not so good at. The constant pressure to always be at your best. To be a paragon in your field, whatever it happens to be. Even when no one’s asking or ordering you to. You hardly ever end up sitting idle. You learn to stop giving yourself permission to just do nothing.
Syrex: Well, that’s a nice thought, isn’t it? Idling has never suited me well.
Imril: Or me. This is the first real shore leave day I’ve taken since I got my pip. I basically skipped our last shore-leave block.
Alyndra laid next to him. Her arm now acting as a foundation for her chin as the swooped curves of the bamboo vines woven expertly into her lounger slightly dug into her skin. She gestured with her free hand for Imril to continue.
Imril: I kept myself busy trying to be the dutiful, dependable ensign. Chasing opportunities left open by people going on leave. Forging my own reputation, I suppose.
Alyndra smiled with an exhale through her nose. Although just as quickly as the outbreath had bonded with the surrounding air, her smile became a look of concern.
Syrex: Yeah… I remember my first shoreleave very well. It was at Deep-Space Thirty-Three, in the Alpha Isles. I’d been onboard for about five minutes before I asked Captain Niac if there was anything else I could do. ::Chuckles:: I hadn’t even dropped my bag in my cabin yet.
Imril: ::A small laugh:: Now I’m here on the pleasure planet, and I still packed a technical journal or three, in case I got bored. Which I haven’t! Not with all that stuff I told you I still have to do and see!
Alyndra’s lip tugged to the side of her face asymmetrically. There was a lot in this ensign that she saw in herself. They needed a break. They needed to take it easy. Maybe she needed that too?
Imril: ::A bigger laugh:: Look at me, I can’t even relax while relaxing!
Alyndra gazed down at the bag they were referring to, it overflowed with technical manuals, was there even room in there for any suncream?
Syrex: Then I think my choice is clear.
Imril: Response
Alyndra sat upright, flicking her legs to the side. For the first time since meeting Imril, they were now fully face-to-face. She reached out her hands, laid flat on her knees, facing upward in hope that the ensign might take them.
Syrex: I’m not just a lieutenant, I’m also a medical officer, and if you don’t calm yourself; chill out a little. You’re gonna burn out. Do you see what I’m saying?
Imril: Response
Alyndra took her hand, clicking her fingers before pointing to another PADD-filled bag by her feet.
Syrex: Your PADDs, hand them over. Then go, explore Risa, relax. Who knows? You might find something you didn’t read about. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of them. I’ll have them sent to your quarters when I go back to the Artemis.
Imril: Response
Alyndra confiscated the PADDs before she laid back down. Her hands fell behind her head.
Syrex: I’ll see you around Imril, until then, have fun.
Alyndra closed her eyes, letting her skin soak in the Risian sun.
TAG / End Scene for Alyndra Syrex
Lieutenant JG Dr Alyndra Syrex MD
Medical Officer
USS Ronin (NCC-34523)
R240107AS3