Ensign T’Fearne - Patchwork Creatures
Teayl Thorn
((OOC: Dropping tags for Beck. With shore-leave being all timey-wimey this is set before any unhanded behavior 👀. I’m setting this shortly after T’Fearne’s arrival on the Ronin. Let me know if you want a mocked-up version of T’Fearne’s medical record.))
((T’Fearne’s Quarters - Deck 8 - USS Ronin))
The furnishings of T’Fearne’s new quarters were a muted grey, softly illuminated by the distant, shimmering lights of the space station. Outside the unshuttered window, tiny maintenance vehicles and shuttlecraft flitted about, their paths leaving fleeting trails of light. Settling onto her firm bunk, T’Fearne kicked off her boots and let out a sigh of relief. She tossed her PADD onto the bed and began the task of organizing her schedule—appointments with the ship's counselor and a physical check in at sickbay.
As she worked, a high-pitched tone in her right ear interrupted her concentration. She glanced at the half-composed message on her PADD, retyped too many times to count, and tugged at her recalcitrant ear, she tapped her comm with slight resignation.
T’Fearne: =/\= Ensign T’Fearne to sickbay. =/\=
Beck: =/\= Response =/\=
T’Fearne: =/\= Oh, it’s nothing urgent. I’ve just joined the Ronin from the academy, and the Captain suggested I update my medical records and schedule a physical check in. Is this a good time to have a conversation or should I call back later? =/\= oO Please say call back later…or never. Oo
Hoping for a "call back later" response; dealing with anything medical made her inwardly cringe, especially after her near-failure in the academy’s first aid course. As the ringing in her ear grew sharper, she reconsidered her hasty decision.
Beck: =/\= Response =/\=
T’Fearne: =/\= :: softly:: Wonderful. :: clearing throat:: Understood. I’ll head over shortly. My medical history has a few quirks—do you have access to my academy records? =/\=
Beck: =/\= Response =/\=
With a reluctant nod, T’Fearne toed her boots back on, grabbed her PADD, and set off to Deck 10 observation lounge.
((Port Observation Lounge - Deck 10 - USS Ronin))
The observation lounge doors parted with a gentle hiss, unveiling a windowed lounge space bathed in grey tones and soft carpet. As T’Fearne stepped inside, she wondered at the existence of yet another lounge on the ship. Glancing around she recognised the blue uniformed human from reviewing his file on Ronin's senior staff.
T’Fearne: Dr. Beck, I hope I’m not disturbing your break. :: offers a half-smile::
Ensign T'Fearne
Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
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