JP: Doctor Renaie Shortrith & Doctor Thessolonia Samantha De La Croix - Things Lost and Found Again (PT1)
Renaie Shortrith
((Morturial Waiting Room/Visitors Office, Sickbay, Deck 10, USS Ronin))
With her brief but surprisingly enjoyable sojourn on the planet at an end, Doctor Thessolonia Samantha De La Croix, MD, PhD, FASFS, Duchess of Saint-Malo was doing something she’d never actually expected during her time cloistered aboard an aged museum piece of a starship.
She was enjoying herself. Since her conversation with the young Ms. Queen she’d found the Ronin’s sickbay, dreary as it was, to be a far less oppressive environment and even her work, such as it was, had become more engaging. She was just reviewing the third in a sequence of RNA progression projections the coal fired computer on this ship was stuttering its way through when the doors to Sickbay opened and a young medical officer she’d seen very little of stepped into the room. It didn’t take long for them to catch Thessolonia’s eye and the two considered one another as they drew closer together.
Renaie was wandering the corridors of Deck Ten once again in their free time, another spurt of boredom in between the finalising of both medical and counselling notes, conducting sessions, and, well, having a life off-duty (not that a Counsellor was ever, really).
Their wanderings brought them into sickbay, leading them to check in the offices as they walked past, initially for a quiet place to sit.
Noticing Doctor De La Croix, they waved semi-awkwardly as they approached. oO I'm slowly getting used to her, I think. Oo
De La Croix: Ah, Doctor….or is it Counselor? Or Lieutenant? I don’t know how you Starfleet people keep it straight.
Shortrith: I prefer Doctor, but Counsellor also works. I technically can go by any of the three titles, but prefer the one I've worked the longest for.
De La Croix: Ah yes, see, exactly what I mean! I saw so little of you during the ships bracing little adventure it’s a small wonder I can remember any of it. Speaking of, I understand the Captain and the First Officer are in fact alive and well? At the very least alive enough to excoriate Ms. Queen and myself quite thoroughly.
Shortrith: Indeed they are. I've seen them both in the flesh, if memory serves, and I've scanned the Captain for any time stuff- with the aim to do the same for Raga soon.
Thess tittered a laugh.
De La Croix: Well it’s not often a Doctor gets to bring a patient back from the dead. I’ve done it twice myself of course but, well, you’re young, you’ll catch up I’m sure.
Shortrith: Wait- you've done that? I didn't consider myself to do it, as they came back in the same timeline.
Thess offered a non-committal tilt of her head.
De La Croix: Division 14 works a lot of the more…atypical cases encountered by Starfleet personnel, which leads to a fair number of atypical outcomes. It’s why we demand the best people…had to make quite the exception for dear Beckie of course, but you know…the interests of the service and all that.
Shortrith: You did well, I'd say. Nobody stayed dead who you were looking after.
Renaie remembered back to reading the medical record of the Jem'Hadar that they’d picked up.
Thess felt strangely satisfied at the small acknowledgement of her superior ability and offered a deeply gracious nod of her head.
De La Croix: Well I wouldn’t be setting much of an example if I just let people wander in and drop dead would I?
She pressed the back of her hand to her forehead a bit theatrically.
De La Croix: Ah…the heavy burden of being a professional role model is mine alone to bear I fear. But bear it I shall.
Shortrith: Apologies if I came across too harsh at first. I genuinely mean no offence when I say your reputation does proceed you. I heard bits of rumours along the so-called grapevine and I didn't get a chance to have my own opinion.
Thess laughed and once again found it to be surprisingly genuine. Her little involuntary therapy had really done wonders for her mood.
De La Croix: Dear, I’ve been yelled at, berated, scolded, chided, reproached and generally reviled by everyone from Admirals to Empresses over the years…twice in one day on a particularly memorable occasion…so don’t worry yourself about coming across too harsh. Sometimes a bit of stern language is the only way to get yourself heard. Take it from someone who knows.
Renaie visibly relaxed at that, smiling.
Shortrith: Glad to have that cleared up.
They paused for a second.
Shortrith: What do you plan on doing now?
Thess leaned back against a biobed and crossed her arms, her lab coat creasing slightly as she considered it.
De La Croix: That does seem to be the question of the hour, isn’t it? Will I remain to darken your door or will dear sweet Beckie crack like an egg and give up on this foolish wager of his? I suppose you’ll have to ask him.
Shortrith: I'll find out when he comes back, most likely. But what do you want to do? Have you come to somewhat appreciate the sickbay on the Ronin?
[TBC!]
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Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith, MD
Counsellor/Medical Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
They/Them (Player and character)
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Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS
Duchess of Saint-Malo
Chief Surgeon of a not entirely intolerable rowboat
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