Ensign Dasal - Colorful Report
Eric Kole
Finally, there it was, the big, real ship. He had been carted around a few times already, but nothing compared to seeing that thing up close. He didn’t know much about ships, but he knew this was his ship. Well, not his, his, but his new home for the foreseeable future. An Akira-class, he wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but it looked pretty.
After finally getting inside and hauling his bag around, getting turned around once or twice along the way, he eventually found his way to the medical area. Hello, second home besides his room. This was the coolest thing ever, and he had finally made it here. He had been sure he was going to fail his final when he ran off to play in the water… for science, of course.
Doucet: Hello, hello! Korin Dasal, I take it?
Dasal: Oh my gosh, you are so small and adorable!
He quickly clapped his hand over his mouth and gave an apologetic and panicked look, as he took note of their pips.
Dasal: Sorry brain to mouth filter doesn’t always work. :: laughs nervously:: working a med to help the filter… ah- I mean… ::Deep breath.:: Hi! Yes, I am Dasal!
Doucet: Welcome to the USS Chin’toka’s Sickbay, Doctor! I am Doctor Sylvie Doucet, the ship’s assistant chief medical officer. Doctor Edrei is the chief, but she is busy at the moment so I will be giving you a tour of this place. It’s slow since we’re on shore leave, so I’ll also offer to give you a tour of the ship if you’d like. Did you pick a specialty before graduation?
Dasal: Pleasure Doctor Doucet. It’s amazing to finally be here. Ah-ya, kind of. Genetics isn't that ironic.
Doucet: Oh, excellent. Out of curiosity, are you looking into doing some research while you’re in Starfleet then?
Dasal: I mean, ya-kind of. I have a lot of stuff, I wana learn. Like how I won the genetic lottery ::motions to his off colored hair, and eye:: but also just kind of how the world works thought people. Ya-know? I mean plus just wanting to fix booboos and junk like that. Sorry, ramblings a bit. I guess ya know. Find my place, learn lots, do good. ::Giving a thumbs up::
He rubbed his neck, then tugged at his uniform sleeves—a nervous habit. He was sure that if this lieutenant had to write a report on him, as many of his teachers had, the word colorful would appear in it. But it didn’t matter; he was here. Look at this facility, and he got to work here full-time. He suddenly started beaming, out of nowhere, like a kid in a candy store.
Dasal: So-eh, Doc, um-I hope I’m not keeping you from your shore-leave. I love to look around but I don’t wana keep you from time off.
Doucet: Respond
Dasal: I’ll be honest. I would love, love to see the ship. I mean ya the academy has stuff but this is a real ship. Heck Earth is still new to me so everything is shiny and cool!
As he talked, he walked around and poked at a few of the monitors and biobeds within reach, somewhat proving his point that he was utterly ecstatic. He made soft beep-boop noises as he pretended to press buttons in his giddiness.
Doucet: Respond
Dasal: Is this the only med? Sorry, I got the info of the ship but it was a lot, like a lot-a-lot and I kind of tried to focus on just stuff but yaaa.