Ensign Delphina Wren- Function Seven?
Grace McDermott
Wren: =/\= We’ll be right down, counselor, one second. =/\=
Arm still aching, Wren rubbed her shoulder with a frown, letting Remy re-tangle himself in her hair. It honestly felt as though the room was buzzing, and Remy was doing strange little taps at the back of her head. oO I might not like it, but… maybe going to sick bay is the best option… Oo. She headed over to a lift as Tess held it open for her, before giving her head a hard shake.
Evinrude: Deck ten, sickbay. ::He turned to Wren once the lift started moving.:: The life of a goldshirt, eh? A never-ending to do list. ::A beat.:: What made you choose engineering, Delphina?
Wren: ::rubbing at her temples:: Hm? Oh, I just…. It’s sort of hard to explain, but a lot of my life, I’ve just found that machines make more sense to me than anything else. I…sometimes have problems with my telepathy, and it makes it hard for me to focus on people. But when I work with my hands, I can kind of push all that aside, and just focus on fixing the problem in front of me. It’s like my mind is scattered all over the place, but I can collect myself again by putting something else back together.
Evinrude: Oh, I see. And has the Ronin been what you expected?
Wren: ::earnestly:: I love it here. I never would have imagined having the honor of working on an Akira-class ship. They didn’t actually teach us much about these back at the academy because they’re not used as often. ::running her hand along the wall to feel the vibrations of the lift moving:: It has good bones, and the crew’s wonderful. Everyone’s been very kind to me. Honestly, despite everything that happened a few days ago, I think this is the happiest I’ve ever been.
((Scene Change - Sickbay Complex, Deck 10 - USS Ronin))
The turbolift doors opened, and Delphina instinctively backtreaded for a moment as the familiar smell of antiseptic hit her nose. For a split second she remembered the pale stark white floor of her parents' clinic, as well as flashing thoughts of pain and fear throbbing against the walls like poison slipping through veins. oO They’re sick. Everyone’s sick, they’re so scared- it’s not your fear, it’s theirs. Think of the island. Their fear is the ocean that surrounds it, but it is not the island itself. Oo Delphina took several deep breaths, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment as she felt Remy carefully crawl onto her shoulder.
Evinrude: =/\= Evinrude to Shortrith. Could you join us for a moment in the medical wing? We need to...check something out here, and I'd like to hear more about what's going on in your office. =/\=
Shortrith: =/\= Response =/\=
Wren: :: trying to hide how much she doesn’t want to hear it and just doing a pretty bad job of it:: Maybe we should check their systems first? They can’t run any medical scans if their system isn’t-
Tess/Shortrith/Any medical staff: Response
Delphina grimaced a little bit, wondering if she should request a bit of Magnesium before they got started, when she noticed Remy had scrambled off of her shoulder again, and was….currently doing function seven? He bobbed back and forth on his back four legs, waving his front two almost frantically in the dance he usually seemed to hate.
Wren: Remy? What are you doing? You hate this….. ::to Tess:: He really does, he never does this on his own. I stopped asking him to do it ages ago.
Tess/Shortrith/Any medical staff: Response
Wren: Well….. I guess that I can check in on him later. Let’s take a look at the systems in here.
Remy: ::hurrying over to the medical staff member, resuming his dance::
Tess/Shortrith/Any medical staff: Response
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