((Main Sickbay – USS Constitution-B))
The labs continued to make Maramox excited. Everything was more impressive than anything they could have asked for when they were a cadet.
Stations one through five being shut down confirmed what the doctor said. Maramox smiled at the powered stations though – imagining what kind of chemical tests they could attempt.
Maramox: Would I get my own station?
They rocked on their heels. Excitement rattled through their body.
Foster: Well, looks like there’s two available. You’re eligible to reserve one, so go for it.
Maramox: I’ll be sure to – I would want to test a lot.
Foster: What kinds of research are you interested in?
Maramox: Any and all? I have a lot of theories within xenobiology, microbacteria, and the application with teleporters.
Foster: Huh, that sounds intriguing. You might like connecting with the science department as well. There’s quite a bit of good crossover.
Maramox: That’s a great idea! I hope they’ll be open to working with me… You’ve done research; are you still attempting some? What do you do?
The smell of raktajino and pastries hit Maramox like a welcoming party. The stroll to the department lounge was going to end in a little treat. They just knew it.
Foster: Me? I used to do a lot of biogenetic research. Even got a license to breed tribbles so I could experiment. But for the past decade I’m enjoying more free time and I generally only schedule surgeries in my down time.
Maramox: Everyone must love to have you as a doctor. ::They smiled genuinely:: And what’s this room?
Foster: ah, yes, the department lounge. There’s raktajino and Vulcan tea and some sort of Betazoid stuff that smells a lot like lemonade – Swara juice, I think? Those are available at all times, everything else by replicator.
Everyone must have different favourites! Maramox wondered if theirs would become more common around the lounge the more time they spent in the lab.
Maramox: Would it be bad form to ask to stop our tour here? I would love to have something sweet to drink and maybe a snack.
They looked up at their boss with such a gleeful smile; someone would think that they might have had ulterior motives. They just really liked sweets though.
Foster: Response
Maramox: We can snack together then. Do you happen to have anything else you would want to show me around the sickbay?
They are pretty content being able to explore the rest of the sickbay at their own pace. It would force them to get to know their space better.
Foster: Response
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Ensign Maramox (they/them)
Medical Officer
StarBase 118 Academy
C240209M12
@pickledpike on discord (they/he)