PNPC Lieutenant Sylvie Doucet - From Coffee Talk to Karaoke
Renée Chalfant
(( Brew Continuum, Port Observation Lounge, Deck 10, USS Chin’toka ))
Dasal: H-ot… Ah um- ya it’s good! ::Cough:: whoo, smaller sips ya?
Doucet: It’s good, right? I think we get spoiled by the sameness from the replicator and forget that sometimes making it from scratch is just what we need. Since Sickbay isn’t too far from here, a lot of the staff there come here on our breaks. It’s also pretty popular with the ship as a whole, so you’ll never really anticipate who you’ll run into here.
Dasal: I didn’t ever think of that. I guess you have a point. That hand made touch just gives it that extra umph of…well taste. I can see why everyone comes here!
Sylvie nodded eagerly.
Doucet: Yeah, even Captain Serala will wander in every so often and mingle with the rest of the crew.
Dasal: The Captain? Really!? Oh I’m not ready to make that much of a fool of myself in front of someone. I mean I just got on this ship. I hate to leave.
She shook her head at the wink, and took a long sip of her coffee.
Doucet: Don’t worry. The captain is fairly forgiving and awkward enough on her own.
Dasal: I was just playing. Though many of my teachers would say I am a colorful personality! I like to wear it with a badge of pride!
Sylvie considered the others she met on the ship. “Colorful personalities” abounded in Starfleet, it seemed. Something about the allure of making a career out of flying around in a spaceship and confronting the unexpected and novel must be what attracted them. An unconventional organization that straddled the delicate line between military and science needed equally unconventional people to staff it, after all.
Doucet: You’ll fit in juusssst fine, I promise.
Dasal: Honestly Doc, I’m glad to be here. For a while I didn’t think I would ever get on a ship, yet here I am! I wish I had a cool story to tell you back.
He looked out the observation window again and she followed suit, her brown eyes taking in the blue-green pearl they now orbited. She considered Earth her home now, but she couldn’t help but wonder if the Federation would ever seek to restore Mars. Maybe one day she’d be able to revisit the place she was born at.
Dasal: Okay we got Sickbay, and coffee room. What else is a need to know for a baby officer? I was thinking of the torpedo bay… I’m kidding, I’m kidding, don’t give me that look.
Sylvie smiled and finished her drink as he cackled and winked at her.
Doucet: Well, there is the mission pod lounge. It’s very small but a few of us do up there for karaoke so it’s set up for that.
Dasal: Sure, sounds great! ::He held out his hand, offering to take her coffee if she was finished:: So besides stealing ships, what made you want to doctor it up Doc?
She handed him her empty cup gratefully and considered his question with a thoughtful expression on her face. It wasn’t the first time the question had been asked to her, of course. It just always triggered memories.
Doucet: My mother is a doctor. Before the synths burned down Mars, she had a clinic there. I would go in with her regularly to help her out and it just fascinated me. She didn’t reopen the clinic on Earth when we had to move here, but she still does the work as part of a larger hospital. It just feels good to help people get better.
Dasal: Response
Sylvie shrugged, then stood up to gesture at the door to indicate she was ready to move on.
Doucet: I actually wanted to go into engineering at first, honestly, but it just didn’t click for me the way medicine does.
She chuckled and shook her head.
Doucet: Let’s go. You can put the cups away on the way out.
Dasal: Response
Doucet: Yeah, returns for cups go right there. The turbolift is at the end of the hallway to our right. It should take us straight to Mission Pod Level B. Have you ever done karaoke before?
Dasal: Response