Lt Jania Nis - Ask not what your worm can do for you...
Jania Nis
((Zero Point, Deep Space 14))
An event host must enjoy the thrill of hosting. The event itself is not really for them. It’s for the others. The host will be too busy moving to enjoy the experiences they’re being offered, so they have to enjoy the act of party coordination for its own simple adrenaline rush. Jania had planned this event, but only realized once she’d arrived that, as the host, she would not get to enjoy the spa in a relaxed manner as she’d hoped. Even the one feature of this particular spa she was determined to try wasn’t about her. It was about being a good host.
Nis: If mud is what you’re into, it’s what you’ll get.
Ragh/Any Medical PNCPS: Response
Dekas: I may have to decline that specific one. Mud is a pain to get out of feathers, and I don’t think the people here would appreciate the clean-up job that comes with a feathery guest. But if you’re open to some sort of foot soak at some point, I'll be there.
Dekas was new, and Jania didn’t know him well yet. His rank obviously made him a candidate for leadership positions, and he seemed fun enough, a basic Jania requirement for leadership roles. That meant it was even more important to get facetime with him. So foot soak it was.
Miash: ::letting out a little giggle before sealing it up:: I’m sorry dear, I mean no offense. It’s just the imagery of the mud and the feathers. I wish you could enjoy it too dear.
Jania tried not to imagine the mud and the feathers, but did anyway. At the same time, she remembered studies of earth birds she had done in the academy.
Nis: How about dust? That’s good for feathers, right?
Ragh/Tili/Any Medical PNCPS: Response
Dekas: If not for the fact that I’m pretty sure people would yell at me, I’d almost say we could actually test the physical therapy. But then, I had my wing broken in a few places a few years ago during a crisis. The PT was necessary afterward. I could probably be a good tester for that sort of thing. (a soft snort) But my wing is fine these days, so I won’t make anyone actually do work right now.
Miash: I’ll join you all in whatever we decided. ::beat:: But first… Can a old girl get a cold drink around here? ::speaking up loud enough for an attendant to hopefully hear::
Tili: Oh, can I get a Piña Colada for me as well and those little umbrellas too?
She hadn’t expected them to order alcohol, although it seemed obvious they would upon second thought. It would be a hard thing to explain when she turned in her itemized report on spa day, though, that was for sure.
Nis: We’ll have a wansat appletini.
Ragh/Any Medical PNCPS: Response
Holographic attendant: The room is divided into distinct cells by privacy screens. You’ll be able to communicate but not see each other. Each cell can be made unique. Mud, dust, it doesn’t matter to us.
That made Jania’s job a bit easier, at least.
Dekas: Hm… well, I’m absolutely open to that.
Miash: That does sound pleasant. I’m in.
Tili: That the drink settle, then.
Miash: Shall we then?
Tili: Yes, let go.
In the next room, they were led into individual cells, each with a different feature. Before the privacy screens went up, Jania could see the comfortable settings her friends were about to enjoy.
Hers looked a bit less comfortable. It was a meter-deep tank full of softly bioluminescent waters. With a series of panels and screens around the rim, it looked much more like medical equipment than the other relaxation devices around her, but it was a form of relaxation.
Once she’d changed into a bikini, she climbed in with the assistance of the holograms.
The screens disappeared to reveal the others in their respective areas, although Jania wondered if she wanted privacy for this.
Nis: Okay, well, enjoy.
Ragh/Dekas/Any Medical PNCPS: Response
Tili: This is nice, hmm….
Ragh/Dekas/Any Medical PNCPS: Response
Jania leaned back into a divot on the tank, exposing her belly to the attendant. She massaged it as she breathed slowly.
oO Okay, Nis, hope you appreciate this. Oo Jania thought before staring deep into the hologram’s eyes.
Nis: I want to do most of the work. You just need to make the incision.
The attendant nodded and revealed a small laser cutter. The cut was fast, and it produced a small grunt from the Trill. She took one more deep breath and slowly reached both hands into the pouch on her stomach; at the same time, she sank into the water. Like helping a newborn emerge, Jania’s hands guided the symbiont out of her body and into the waters, which were imported from her homeworld.
Ragh/Dekas/Miash/Tili: Response
As the others chatted, Jania listened and stared at the ceiling. Her isoboramine levels were crashing. She felt dizzy at first, but that quickly went away, to be replaced with a foggy numbness. Although she knew this was a controlled medical environment, she couldn’t shake the feeling she was dancing with death. It didn’t exactly feel great, but it wasn’t about her. This was for Nis, who she could feel swimming in the waters around her. The symbiont deserved a spa day too.
Ragh/Dekas/Miash/Tili: Response
(Tags/TBC)
Lieutenant Jania Nis
Chief Medical Officer of Physical Health
USS Octavia E. Butler NCC-82850
O240108JN2