Lt. JG Roxanne Queen - like wrecking ball
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Don K
Mar 16, 2026, 2:17:20 PMMar 16
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((Secured Reflection Suite and Contemplation Cell, Harmony Shores Collaborative Resort))
Rox: You made sickbay a hell for everyone, especially me.
Rox was never good at separating her past from her present. She was stuck in being "the girl from Turkana IV" who was somehow less than everyone else. While she had no evidence Rox could never shake the notion that every slight, every condescension was because of where she came from. And when the slight came from a Duchess it was even worse.
De La Croix: Dear, I've been in sickbays, surgical suites, hospital ships and medical centers across the quadrant for the last twenty odd years...and your mortuary of a medical center was barely a step above an infernal realm long before I ever appeared on the scene.
Rox suddenly pulled herself to her feet and walked over to lean against a wall. Her legs were beginning to cramp and she felt she needed to move. As she moved she thought back over her time on the Ronin, the various mission they'd been a part of and the people who had come and gone. As she considered her eyes widened as one inevitable conclusion
Rox: You know what that's not true. Sickbay was difficult before you arrived. ::pausing:: It all started the day Quentin Beck showed up.
At that the woman seated on the other side of the room let out a small chuckle. Rox cocked her head and gave the woman a questioning look.
De La Croix: Oh Beckie....why does that not surprise me? If it makes you feel any better you're not the first to be...vexed...by him. I have found him to be comprehensively intolerable...profoundly irritating...smug, self-righteous...and don't even get me started on that ridiculous mustache of his...
Rox: ::relieved, throwing up her hands:: Thank you. What is the point of that thing?
It was liberating actually, to hear that someone else found Beck as aggravating as she did. She had begun to think the problem was with her, but to hear La Croix speak, perhaps it wasn't her that was the problem.
De La Croix: Well hopefully you had more sense than me as a young woman and didn't sleep with him. I've regretted that lapse of judgment for quite a while now. In fact even after all this time it keeps coming back to haunt me. Hence our...current predicament.
Rox swallowed hard. She'd avoided that, but likely only because she had been transferred just in time to the Chin'toka.
Rox: ::shaking her head:: I dodged that bullet, but only just. ::turning red:: Watch out for his holograms. They look just like him. Beck-o-grams I think he likes to say.
Rox left the implication unsaid. La Croix seemed entertained by the idea. She laughed in a way Rox had not yet heard. It was not pretentions or condescending, but suggested she genuinely found the situation funny.
De La Croix: Really? A Beck-o-gram? That's...::She shook her head, unable to find the words as she dissolved into another fit of laughter::...and people accuse me of grandiose narcissism.
Rox: I've yet to find a ego as big as Quentin Beck's. Maybe I just have too much baggage to be that confident.
Rox had stopped her pacing and she now leaned against an opposite wall. There was silence between them, but La Croix seemed to be thinking deeply.
De La Croix: Roxanne...may I call you Rox? Did you know I have a sister?
Rox gave a node and then a shook her head. Everyone called her Rox anyway, but she had no idea that the woman had a sister.
De La Croix: ::she did nothing to disguise the venom in her voice.:: Apollonia. Such a lovely name for a woman who could make flowers wilt and singing birds fall dead from the sky with a single, scathing look. She made my childhood every bit the hell it seems I've made your place of work. And she did so...joyfully.
Rox felt the change in her gut first. A twist of her stomach as she realized the implications. For all her spitefulness, Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS was hurting. She'd been bullied and her behavior was a response, a defense from the experience. Rox took long strides across the room. She leaned against the wall next to the doctor and slid down to sit next to her. She placed a hand tentatively on her shoulder.
Rox: ::quietly:: Dr. La Croix ::shaking her head:: Thess I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve that.
De La Croix: Response
Rox sat there for a moment holding the woman's shoulder, thinking about her own childhood.
Rox: I wasn't rally part of my parents plan. I was an only child and I spent a lot of time on my own. That's why I'm so mouthy and wild. I had to learn to keep people off kilter, and be ready to strike. ::she sighed:: Turkana IV wasn't a great place to develop relationships. One days friend could be the next day's enemy.
It was perhaps the first time Rox had considered how her past might be impacting her present. While Starfleet felt like the family she never had, there was reluctance to get too close. Rivka, V'Len and Peri were perhaps the people she was closest to, but they were 3 people amongst hundreds she serve with. Then there was Marty. She thought the world of him, but there were nights lying in bed when she wondered if she should break it off. It would be cruel, but she would spare herself his rejection.
De La Croix: Response
Rox put her consideration about Marty aside for the moment.
Rox: Maybe we need to start a support group for people like us who should stay away from the denizens of Riverside, California. ::chuckling::
De La Croix: Response
Rox: Starfleet is the one place I feel like I fit in. I have a friend who had a transporter accident, a very shy Bardassian, a counselor who's as blunt as a baseball bat. There's Vomek, the Romulan from Orkney. Cabrillo who's as big a prankster as I am. I fit right in here with the freaks.
De La Croix: Response
Tags/TBC
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((Secured Reflection Suite and Contemplation Cell, Harmony Shores Collaborative Resort))
Rox: You made sickbay a hell for everyone, especially me.
Rox was never good at separating her past from her present. She was stuck in being "the girl from Turkana IV" who was somehow less than everyone else. While she had no evidence Rox could never shake the notion that every slight, every condescension was because of where she came from. And when the slight came from a Duchess it was even worse.
De La Croix: Dear, I've been in sickbays, surgical suites, hospital ships and medical centers across the quadrant for the last twenty odd years...and your mortuary of a medical center was barely a step above an infernal realm long before I ever appeared on the scene.
Rox suddenly pulled herself to her feet and walked over to lean against a wall. Her legs were beginning to cramp and she felt she needed to move. As she moved she thought back over her time on the Ronin, the various mission they'd been a part of and the people who had come and gone. As she considered her eyes widened as one inevitable conclusion
Rox: You know what that's not true. Sickbay was difficult before you arrived. ::pausing:: It all started the day Quentin Beck showed up.
At that the woman seated on the other side of the room let out a small chuckle. Rox cocked her head and gave the woman a questioning look.
De La Croix: Oh Beckie....why does that not surprise me? If it makes you feel any better you're not the first to be...vexed...by him. I have found him to be comprehensively intolerable...profoundly irritating...smug, self-righteous...and don't even get me started on that ridiculous mustache of his...
Rox: ::relieved, throwing up her hands:: Thank you. What is the point of that thing?
It was liberating actually, to hear that someone else found Beck as aggravating as she did. She had begun to think the problem was with her, but to hear La Croix speak, perhaps it wasn't her that was the problem.
De La Croix: Well hopefully you had more sense than me as a young woman and didn't sleep with him. I've regretted that lapse of judgment for quite a while now. In fact even after all this time it keeps coming back to haunt me. Hence our...current predicament.
Rox swallowed hard. She'd avoided that, but likely only because she had been transferred just in time to the Chin'toka.
Rox: ::shaking her head:: I dodged that bullet, but only just. ::turning red:: Watch out for his holograms. They look just like him. Beck-o-grams I think he likes to say.
Rox left the implication unsaid. La Croix seemed entertained by the idea. She laughed in a way Rox had not yet heard. It was not pretentions or condescending, but suggested she genuinely found the situation funny.
De La Croix: Really? A Beck-o-gram? That's...::She shook her head, unable to find the words as she dissolved into another fit of laughter::...and people accuse me of grandiose narcissism.
Rox: I've yet to find a ego as big as Quentin Beck's. Maybe I just have too much baggage to be that confident.
Rox had stopped her pacing and she now leaned against an opposite wall. There was silence between them, but La Croix seemed to be thinking deeply.
De La Croix: Roxanne...may I call you Rox? Did you know I have a sister?
Rox gave a node and then a shook her head. Everyone called her Rox anyway, but she had no idea that the woman had a sister.
De La Croix: ::she did nothing to disguise the venom in her voice.:: Apollonia. Such a lovely name for a woman who could make flowers wilt and singing birds fall dead from the sky with a single, scathing look. She made my childhood every bit the hell it seems I've made your place of work. And she did so...joyfully.
Rox felt the change in her gut first. A twist of her stomach as she realized the implications. For all her spitefulness, Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS was hurting. She'd been bullied and her behavior was a response, a defense from the experience. Rox took long strides across the room. She leaned against the wall next to the doctor and slid down to sit next to her. She placed a hand tentatively on her shoulder.
Rox: ::quietly:: Dr. La Croix ::shaking her head:: Thess I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve that.
De La Croix: Response
Rox sat there for a moment holding the woman's shoulder, thinking about her own childhood.
Rox: I wasn't rally part of my parents plan. I was an only child and I spent a lot of time on my own. That's why I'm so mouthy and wild. I had to learn to keep people off kilter, and be ready to strike. ::she sighed:: Turkana IV wasn't a great place to develop relationships. One days friend could be the next day's enemy.
It was perhaps the first time Rox had considered how her past might be impacting her present. While Starfleet felt like the family she never had, there was reluctance to get too close. Rivka, V'Len and Peri were perhaps the people she was closest to, but they were 3 people amongst hundreds she serve with. Then there was Marty. She thought the world of him, but there were nights lying in bed when she wondered if she should break it off. It would be cruel, but she would spare herself his rejection.
De La Croix: Response
Rox put her consideration about Marty aside for the moment.
Rox: Maybe we need to start a support group for people like us who should stay away from the denizens of Riverside, California. ::chuckling::
De La Croix: Response
Rox: Starfleet is the one place I feel like I fit in. I have a friend who had a transporter accident, a very shy Bardassian, a counselor who's as blunt as a baseball bat. There's Vomek, the Romulan from Orkney. Cabrillo who's as big a prankster as I am. I fit right in here with the freaks.
De La Croix: Response
Tags/TBC
Lt. JG. Roxanne Queen
Nurse
USS Ronin NCC-34523
T239811VK2
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