Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS - Suitable Away Team Attire
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Karrod Niac
Jan 21, 2026, 12:32:28 AMJan 21
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((Under-servant Nook/Guest Office, Sickbay Complex, Deck 10, USS Ronin))
De La Croix: =/\= Sickbay to Doctor...Shortbread. This is Doctor Thessolonia De La Croix. It seems you've forgotten to check in with me. =/\=
The yappy little puppy reappeared with a very cross expression which Thess immediately dismissed.
Rox: Don't do that! She doesn't need to check in with you, you're not in charge.
Shortrith: =/\= It's Doctor Shortrith, and I set up a meeting to check in with you when you first joined the ship. It should have shown up in your notes. =/\=
She affected a deeply dramatic sigh.
De La Croix: =/\= Well try to be a bit more interesting next time and I just might be able to remember it. So what's all this nonsense with the lights? The candystriper you have working down here doesn't know a thing. =/\=
Shortrith: =/\= We're at yellow alert. There is some temporal stuff happening and the usual captain and first officer are dead. ::coldly:: And don't you dare speak about any of the medical staff like that again.=/\=
Rox: ::hissing:: Dr. Shortrith is very interesting if you took 5 minutes to get to know them.
She gave a small shoo'ing gesture and concentrated instead on speaking down to her desk terminal. She didn't care for the supposed Doctor's tone one bit.
Shortrith: =/\= Actually, please meet me in shuttle bay 1. We're going on an expedition and I think your assistance would be appreciated. =/\=
Thess scoffed audibly at the notion.
De La Croix: =/\= Me, on a ship even smaller than this one? I hardly realized such a thing existed. What am I to do, nurse an amoeba back to health? =/\=
Rox: I'll be in Ward C I've got charting I need to do. ::Walking away:: Call me if you need something.
Thess had forgotten about her before the sickbay doors had even closed, the bulk of her attention now directed towards this...labor...she was being asked to foolishly embark on.
Shortrith: =/\= We're conducting scans on the temporal anomaly with a finer-toothed comb than what the probes conduct. ::to Kessler and Kel, still on comms:: I've got that right, yes? =/\=
Another voice came across the channel and to her surprise, Thess did remember this one as belonging to the Acting Captain.
Kel: =/\= Quite right Dr. Shortrith. We'll warm up a seat for you Dr. La Croix. Shuttle bay 1. =/\=
With an audience finally befitting of her, she put the haughty purr back into her voice before she replied.
De La Croix: =/\= Why of course, Captain, this will be a wonderful opportunity for us to dialogue...=/\=
She glanced down at herself and realized her surgical scrubs and lab coat, as flattering to her figure as they were, simply wouldn't do for this sort of thing.
De La Croix: =/\= I'll just pop back to my quarters to change. Shall we say....a half hour? Yes I suppose a half hour would do if I'm to rush. =/\=
Shortrith: =/\= I don't care, Doc. Get to shuttle bay 1 as soon as possible. Shortrith out. =/\=
The comm channel closed and, with a final slow sip of the less than perfect latte, Thess headed out of her cell and towards her quarters, certain the Captain would appreciate her showing up in garments fit for an expedition.
She only hoped her hunting coat and riding pants didn't clash with whatever drab color they'd chosen for the little ship.
((A fashionable amount of time later, Deck Nine, Shuttlebay One))
Perhaps it had been a measure of excitement. Perhaps it had been a simple expression of her boredom. Perhaps it had simply been a change in what was already a dreary routine but she had rushed through her change. Even with the brief time she'd spent on it, she felt the results were commendable...she'd certainly gotten no shortage of stunned looks from the crew she'd passed on the way from her quarters to the shuttlebay.
With a medical case slung over one shoulder and her large leather rifle case slung over the other, she was really feeling quite sporting as her riding boots clicked against the cavernous shuttlebay floor. She heard several tools fall to that same decking with a loud clang as she walked past, surely the result of other members of the crew suddenly reassessing their own personal sense of style in the face of something far, far better.
((OOC: Applying a little narrative glue here to reintegrate a few tags that got dropped from O'Connor's sim. Since they happen before DLC makes it to the shuttlebay, I've integrated the dialogue into the scene with Kel, Shortrith & Wren's ongoing conversation))
O”Connor: :: rolling eyes:: This doesn’t seem like it will complicate things more at all.
Kel: Shall we?
Wren: Everything looks good to go on my end.
Shortrith: Well, it looks like we have a volunteer for the trip.
O’Connor: And I think I have the perfect seatmate for her. ::gestures to Ensign Poagie who’s been standing in the shuttle hatchway::
Kel: Are we ready? I'll give La Croix another 90 seconds and then we need to go.
O’Connor: Let’s finish this up. Tweak those last 2 probes and I’ll put the front panel back together. Apparently we’re going for a ride. Oh, and freshen up before we take off. You play your cards right and you could be a Duke by the end of the mission.
Wren: I mean, if we’re ready to go, we can just-
Striding over to an idling runabout that had been, to their small credit, warmed up prior to her arrival, Thess walked aboard and drank in the stunned expression of the assembled party. The response from the medical interesting Trilldorian at the helm was a bit more nonplussed than she expected.
Kel: Take a seat Doctor. We're just about ready to depart.
When it seemed apparent that no one had the good grace to relieve her of her burdens, Thess looked around and found a rack that could hold the supple leather case containing her custom made and entirely bespoke dynamic short range medicinal applicator. The tool itself was sometimes compared to an old Earth sporting weapon called a 'shotgun' but the etched filigree of the components and rich brown English walnut of the stock set the device apart from its more common counterparts. She'd never had to use it, of course, but it had been a lovely gift from the Chief of Surgery of King Edward VII's hospital back on Earth. Hand made by artisans at Purdey & Sons who had held the Royal Armorers warrant for more than five hundred years, it was a device fit for a King. Or a Queen.
She straightened her tweed hunting jacket, tossed aside the standard medical case with far less care than she had applied to her shotgun, and found an empty, if deeply uncomfortable, seat near the rear of the cabin. The view was dreadful.
De La Croix: Ah yes of course, all of us roughing it today I see. Won't this be...::Her nose curled reflexively as she took in the crowd::...cozy.
Shortrith/Kessler/O'Connor/Wren: Response
With the view ahead dull and the view around her downright depressing, Thess directed her attention towards the instruments and their dreadfully outdated displays. The lack of holographic interfaces on these older model runabouts was yet another cross for her to bear but bear it she would...if only to show dear Beckie just how easily she could.
Kel: Doctors. See what you can see as far as life readings on those interior planets
She glanced towards the display then back to the man without so much as tapping a button.
De La Croix: Well I can hardly see anything from here, these sensors are like cans tied together with string. According to this...::she gestured towards one of the displays at random::...I'm fairly certain the gas giants are devoid of life.
Shortrith/Kessler/O'Connor/Wren: Response
Kel: ::pleased:: The gas giants are very colorful.
Thess offered a dismissive 'hmph' as she tapped at the dreadfully slow computer.
De La Croix: Just simple chemistry, Doctor...hydrogen, helium, a splash of ammonia and methane for variety...hardly worth waxing poetic about. Oh and no life to speak of...much like the last medical conference I attended. Tedious doesn't even begin to describe it.
Shortrith/Kessler/O'Connor/Wren: Response
Kel: ::smiling:: I'm always like this, all the time.
The tedium continued for quite a while, with Thess tapping her perfectly manicured nails against the control panel as data dribbled in. She had no real idea what they were looking for but there was nothing on the other side of the hull which drew her interest. Without warning the interior of the cabin suddenly became an calamitous Orion discothèque, beeps and chimes and lights aplenty indicating what, Thess had no clue. Neither, it seemed, did anyone else.
Kel: What the…I'm picking up a massive burst of ultra-high energy gamma rays coming from the gas giant closest to the Ross-580 star.
Thess pursed her lips and tapped at the sensor controls, trying to understand any of the data now cascading into the little ships computer system. While her forte was medical science she knew more than enough about a wide variety of radiation types to offer some valuable input.
De La Croix: Well then we should probably....back away from the particles that could tear our cellular membranes to shreds. Surely you already knew that.
Shortrith/Kessler/O'Connor/Wren/Kel: Response
She wouldn't stoop so low as to roll her eyes but she seriously considered indulging herself for a moment.
De La Croix: Well if you didn't want my opinion then why did you ask me to join you in this dinky little skiff?
Shortrith/Kessler/O'Connor/Wren/Kel: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
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Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS
Duchess of Saint-Malo
Chief Surgeon of a rusted out hovel
V239509GT0
De La Croix: =/\= Sickbay to Doctor...Shortbread. This is Doctor Thessolonia De La Croix. It seems you've forgotten to check in with me. =/\=
The yappy little puppy reappeared with a very cross expression which Thess immediately dismissed.
Rox: Don't do that! She doesn't need to check in with you, you're not in charge.
Shortrith: =/\= It's Doctor Shortrith, and I set up a meeting to check in with you when you first joined the ship. It should have shown up in your notes. =/\=
She affected a deeply dramatic sigh.
De La Croix: =/\= Well try to be a bit more interesting next time and I just might be able to remember it. So what's all this nonsense with the lights? The candystriper you have working down here doesn't know a thing. =/\=
Shortrith: =/\= We're at yellow alert. There is some temporal stuff happening and the usual captain and first officer are dead. ::coldly:: And don't you dare speak about any of the medical staff like that again.=/\=
Rox: ::hissing:: Dr. Shortrith is very interesting if you took 5 minutes to get to know them.
She gave a small shoo'ing gesture and concentrated instead on speaking down to her desk terminal. She didn't care for the supposed Doctor's tone one bit.
Shortrith: =/\= Actually, please meet me in shuttle bay 1. We're going on an expedition and I think your assistance would be appreciated. =/\=
Thess scoffed audibly at the notion.
De La Croix: =/\= Me, on a ship even smaller than this one? I hardly realized such a thing existed. What am I to do, nurse an amoeba back to health? =/\=
Rox: I'll be in Ward C I've got charting I need to do. ::Walking away:: Call me if you need something.
Thess had forgotten about her before the sickbay doors had even closed, the bulk of her attention now directed towards this...labor...she was being asked to foolishly embark on.
Shortrith: =/\= We're conducting scans on the temporal anomaly with a finer-toothed comb than what the probes conduct. ::to Kessler and Kel, still on comms:: I've got that right, yes? =/\=
Another voice came across the channel and to her surprise, Thess did remember this one as belonging to the Acting Captain.
Kel: =/\= Quite right Dr. Shortrith. We'll warm up a seat for you Dr. La Croix. Shuttle bay 1. =/\=
With an audience finally befitting of her, she put the haughty purr back into her voice before she replied.
De La Croix: =/\= Why of course, Captain, this will be a wonderful opportunity for us to dialogue...=/\=
She glanced down at herself and realized her surgical scrubs and lab coat, as flattering to her figure as they were, simply wouldn't do for this sort of thing.
De La Croix: =/\= I'll just pop back to my quarters to change. Shall we say....a half hour? Yes I suppose a half hour would do if I'm to rush. =/\=
Shortrith: =/\= I don't care, Doc. Get to shuttle bay 1 as soon as possible. Shortrith out. =/\=
The comm channel closed and, with a final slow sip of the less than perfect latte, Thess headed out of her cell and towards her quarters, certain the Captain would appreciate her showing up in garments fit for an expedition.
She only hoped her hunting coat and riding pants didn't clash with whatever drab color they'd chosen for the little ship.
((A fashionable amount of time later, Deck Nine, Shuttlebay One))
Perhaps it had been a measure of excitement. Perhaps it had been a simple expression of her boredom. Perhaps it had simply been a change in what was already a dreary routine but she had rushed through her change. Even with the brief time she'd spent on it, she felt the results were commendable...she'd certainly gotten no shortage of stunned looks from the crew she'd passed on the way from her quarters to the shuttlebay.
With a medical case slung over one shoulder and her large leather rifle case slung over the other, she was really feeling quite sporting as her riding boots clicked against the cavernous shuttlebay floor. She heard several tools fall to that same decking with a loud clang as she walked past, surely the result of other members of the crew suddenly reassessing their own personal sense of style in the face of something far, far better.
((OOC: Applying a little narrative glue here to reintegrate a few tags that got dropped from O'Connor's sim. Since they happen before DLC makes it to the shuttlebay, I've integrated the dialogue into the scene with Kel, Shortrith & Wren's ongoing conversation))
O”Connor: :: rolling eyes:: This doesn’t seem like it will complicate things more at all.
Kel: Shall we?
Wren: Everything looks good to go on my end.
Shortrith: Well, it looks like we have a volunteer for the trip.
O’Connor: And I think I have the perfect seatmate for her. ::gestures to Ensign Poagie who’s been standing in the shuttle hatchway::
Kel: Are we ready? I'll give La Croix another 90 seconds and then we need to go.
O’Connor: Let’s finish this up. Tweak those last 2 probes and I’ll put the front panel back together. Apparently we’re going for a ride. Oh, and freshen up before we take off. You play your cards right and you could be a Duke by the end of the mission.
Wren: I mean, if we’re ready to go, we can just-
Striding over to an idling runabout that had been, to their small credit, warmed up prior to her arrival, Thess walked aboard and drank in the stunned expression of the assembled party. The response from the medical interesting Trilldorian at the helm was a bit more nonplussed than she expected.
Kel: Take a seat Doctor. We're just about ready to depart.
When it seemed apparent that no one had the good grace to relieve her of her burdens, Thess looked around and found a rack that could hold the supple leather case containing her custom made and entirely bespoke dynamic short range medicinal applicator. The tool itself was sometimes compared to an old Earth sporting weapon called a 'shotgun' but the etched filigree of the components and rich brown English walnut of the stock set the device apart from its more common counterparts. She'd never had to use it, of course, but it had been a lovely gift from the Chief of Surgery of King Edward VII's hospital back on Earth. Hand made by artisans at Purdey & Sons who had held the Royal Armorers warrant for more than five hundred years, it was a device fit for a King. Or a Queen.
She straightened her tweed hunting jacket, tossed aside the standard medical case with far less care than she had applied to her shotgun, and found an empty, if deeply uncomfortable, seat near the rear of the cabin. The view was dreadful.
De La Croix: Ah yes of course, all of us roughing it today I see. Won't this be...::Her nose curled reflexively as she took in the crowd::...cozy.
Shortrith/Kessler/O'Connor/Wren: Response
With the view ahead dull and the view around her downright depressing, Thess directed her attention towards the instruments and their dreadfully outdated displays. The lack of holographic interfaces on these older model runabouts was yet another cross for her to bear but bear it she would...if only to show dear Beckie just how easily she could.
Kel: Doctors. See what you can see as far as life readings on those interior planets
She glanced towards the display then back to the man without so much as tapping a button.
De La Croix: Well I can hardly see anything from here, these sensors are like cans tied together with string. According to this...::she gestured towards one of the displays at random::...I'm fairly certain the gas giants are devoid of life.
Shortrith/Kessler/O'Connor/Wren: Response
Kel: ::pleased:: The gas giants are very colorful.
Thess offered a dismissive 'hmph' as she tapped at the dreadfully slow computer.
De La Croix: Just simple chemistry, Doctor...hydrogen, helium, a splash of ammonia and methane for variety...hardly worth waxing poetic about. Oh and no life to speak of...much like the last medical conference I attended. Tedious doesn't even begin to describe it.
Shortrith/Kessler/O'Connor/Wren: Response
Kel: ::smiling:: I'm always like this, all the time.
The tedium continued for quite a while, with Thess tapping her perfectly manicured nails against the control panel as data dribbled in. She had no real idea what they were looking for but there was nothing on the other side of the hull which drew her interest. Without warning the interior of the cabin suddenly became an calamitous Orion discothèque, beeps and chimes and lights aplenty indicating what, Thess had no clue. Neither, it seemed, did anyone else.
Kel: What the…I'm picking up a massive burst of ultra-high energy gamma rays coming from the gas giant closest to the Ross-580 star.
Thess pursed her lips and tapped at the sensor controls, trying to understand any of the data now cascading into the little ships computer system. While her forte was medical science she knew more than enough about a wide variety of radiation types to offer some valuable input.
De La Croix: Well then we should probably....back away from the particles that could tear our cellular membranes to shreds. Surely you already knew that.
Shortrith/Kessler/O'Connor/Wren/Kel: Response
She wouldn't stoop so low as to roll her eyes but she seriously considered indulging herself for a moment.
De La Croix: Well if you didn't want my opinion then why did you ask me to join you in this dinky little skiff?
Shortrith/Kessler/O'Connor/Wren/Kel: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
======================================
Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS
Duchess of Saint-Malo
Chief Surgeon of a rusted out hovel
V239509GT0
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