Doctor Gott - Breaking Ground
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Karrod Niac
May 14, 2022, 11:19:07 PM5/14/22
to USS Excalibur-A – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Counseling Suites & Productivity Enhancement Center, Main Sickbay))
Shooing out the last of the laboring crewmen Gott took a moment to look around in satisfactions at the magnificent improvements he'd made to the Starfleet medical facility that was to be his home away from home for the foreseeable future. It had taken no small amount of work, none of which he'd actually done of course, but the endless shifts of grimacing Starfleet laborers had created something truly remarkable considering the shabby starting point. He'd micromanaged every detail and personally overseen every step, often at a proximity humans apparently found unsettling. He knew it would never compare to a proper medical facility, like the 'Heal & Deal Medicinal Emporium' in the capital or the 'Recuperate & Renegotiate' Sanitarium on Irtok prime. Due to the limitations of his shipboard confinement he'd had to make a few concessions as apparently a mandatory therapeutic tongo parlor ran afoul of some needlessly bureaucratic Starfleet regulation. He'd also been advised that the bog pools, with their wonderfully stagnant moss and rich tubegrub infested beds, weren't compatible with some of the other habitation systems in Sickbay. He'd been disappointed and of course had comprehensively excoriated the young woman who had patiently tried to explain the issue to him but, even after all of his challenges, Gott was very satisfied with the overall result. As he was sure his new colleagues would be. Fishing out his digital assistant from his eye-wateringly multi-chromatic jacket, Gott tapped several bejeweled controls and opened a communications channel.
Gott: =/\= This is Doctor Gott! Doctor Genk, Counselor Prune, please drop what you're doing and come to the counseling suites right away. It's urgent! =/\=
Jolara/Adea: =/\= Response =/\=
Gott rolled his eyes.
Gott: =/\= So put a bucket under the table and tell them to wait! You won't want to miss the grand opening! =/\=
Jolara/Adea: =/\= Response =/\=
Gott hissed and closed the connection, wondering again how anything at all got done on this ship. At least he had the newly comfortable surroundings to wait in while his colleagues finished whatever it was they felt was more important.
((An annoying amount of time later))
The soothing sounds of the synthetic rain glebbing down were helping to sooth his nerves, as were the exquisite Catarian fur slippers he'd slipped on after several minutes spent on his feet. He'd managed to enjoy half a Sluggo cola from his private stock and was just considering a second lunch when finally his colleagues dained to arrive. Gott could tell right away that they were overawed by his improvements.
Gott: Ah Good! You're finally here! ::Gott emphasized that with a sharp rasp:: Now we can finally begin the tour! ::Gott fished his padd out and spoke aloud.:: Atraxia, begin Grand Opening!
The sultry voice of his digital assistant all but purred in response.
Atraxia: Of course Doctor Gott. Congratulations Doctor Gott. You're the best, Doctor Gott.
From speakers hidden in the ceiling triumphant music blared at volumes that some species found deafening and others found simply irritating. Holoprojectors simulated the light bursts of pyrokinetic bursts overhead along with grand banners dropping from the ceiling. Each had a massive, smiling version of Gott's face winking and smiling, inviting patients to open their hearts and wallets to him. The effect was quite spectacular in the otherwise small space.
Jolara/Adea: Response
Shouting over the din with a massive toothy smile, Gott gestured around and invited them to take it all in.
Gott: So, do you love it or do you LOVE it? Come on, you can admit it to me, I'm a professional.
Jolara/Adea: Response
Gott: Well you haven't even seen the best part yet...the counseling suites themselves have been completely redone to maximize their therapeutic benefits for both patients and the staff. Come come but take your shoes off....don't want you tracking...boot...on the new carpeting.
Jolara/Adea: Response
Tags/TBC!
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Gott
Ferengi Commerce Authority Bonded Psychotherapist
Noted Author
Ships Counselor, Interspecies Medical Exchange
V239509GT0
Shooing out the last of the laboring crewmen Gott took a moment to look around in satisfactions at the magnificent improvements he'd made to the Starfleet medical facility that was to be his home away from home for the foreseeable future. It had taken no small amount of work, none of which he'd actually done of course, but the endless shifts of grimacing Starfleet laborers had created something truly remarkable considering the shabby starting point. He'd micromanaged every detail and personally overseen every step, often at a proximity humans apparently found unsettling. He knew it would never compare to a proper medical facility, like the 'Heal & Deal Medicinal Emporium' in the capital or the 'Recuperate & Renegotiate' Sanitarium on Irtok prime. Due to the limitations of his shipboard confinement he'd had to make a few concessions as apparently a mandatory therapeutic tongo parlor ran afoul of some needlessly bureaucratic Starfleet regulation. He'd also been advised that the bog pools, with their wonderfully stagnant moss and rich tubegrub infested beds, weren't compatible with some of the other habitation systems in Sickbay. He'd been disappointed and of course had comprehensively excoriated the young woman who had patiently tried to explain the issue to him but, even after all of his challenges, Gott was very satisfied with the overall result. As he was sure his new colleagues would be. Fishing out his digital assistant from his eye-wateringly multi-chromatic jacket, Gott tapped several bejeweled controls and opened a communications channel.
Gott: =/\= This is Doctor Gott! Doctor Genk, Counselor Prune, please drop what you're doing and come to the counseling suites right away. It's urgent! =/\=
Jolara/Adea: =/\= Response =/\=
Gott rolled his eyes.
Gott: =/\= So put a bucket under the table and tell them to wait! You won't want to miss the grand opening! =/\=
Jolara/Adea: =/\= Response =/\=
Gott hissed and closed the connection, wondering again how anything at all got done on this ship. At least he had the newly comfortable surroundings to wait in while his colleagues finished whatever it was they felt was more important.
((An annoying amount of time later))
The soothing sounds of the synthetic rain glebbing down were helping to sooth his nerves, as were the exquisite Catarian fur slippers he'd slipped on after several minutes spent on his feet. He'd managed to enjoy half a Sluggo cola from his private stock and was just considering a second lunch when finally his colleagues dained to arrive. Gott could tell right away that they were overawed by his improvements.
Gott: Ah Good! You're finally here! ::Gott emphasized that with a sharp rasp:: Now we can finally begin the tour! ::Gott fished his padd out and spoke aloud.:: Atraxia, begin Grand Opening!
The sultry voice of his digital assistant all but purred in response.
Atraxia: Of course Doctor Gott. Congratulations Doctor Gott. You're the best, Doctor Gott.
From speakers hidden in the ceiling triumphant music blared at volumes that some species found deafening and others found simply irritating. Holoprojectors simulated the light bursts of pyrokinetic bursts overhead along with grand banners dropping from the ceiling. Each had a massive, smiling version of Gott's face winking and smiling, inviting patients to open their hearts and wallets to him. The effect was quite spectacular in the otherwise small space.
Jolara/Adea: Response
Shouting over the din with a massive toothy smile, Gott gestured around and invited them to take it all in.
Gott: So, do you love it or do you LOVE it? Come on, you can admit it to me, I'm a professional.
Jolara/Adea: Response
Gott: Well you haven't even seen the best part yet...the counseling suites themselves have been completely redone to maximize their therapeutic benefits for both patients and the staff. Come come but take your shoes off....don't want you tracking...boot...on the new carpeting.
Jolara/Adea: Response
Tags/TBC!
======================================
Gott
Ferengi Commerce Authority Bonded Psychotherapist
Noted Author
Ships Counselor, Interspecies Medical Exchange
V239509GT0
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