Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS - Bruises Medicine Can't Treat
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Karrod Niac
Mar 10, 2026, 11:52:26 PM (5 hours ago) Mar 10
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Latinum Lounge and Terrace, Harmony Shores Collaborative Resort, Lolagi IV))
The glittering kaleidoscope of Lolagi IV's spectacular tides paled in comparison to her magnificence as Thessolonia moved effortlessly, the center of rapt attention. The throng of hangers on she'd accumulated since beaming down had quickly reminded her of how much more pleasant she found it to be anywhere but a tiny grey windowless box. Still, it had made for quite a few stories that highlighted the competence of all the people she'd so gallantly worked above. She held a champaign flute like a conductors wand as she made the terrace her stage. It felt magnificent.
De La Croix: I was the only thing that stood between those people and a painful death, my only staff barely capable of lifting a laser scalpel, my facilities barely one step beyond leeches and bloodletting, yet somehow...really it's just good fortune I happened to be there...because of a promise to a dear...dear colleague...
A shout from the beach below caught her mid-titter
Rox: ::yelling:: Hey Blodie! If that's even your natural color.
Recognizing the voice at once, Thess looked down in every conceivable sense before replying.
De La Croix: Oh look everyone, it's one of the little people from the old ship I told you about! Which one were you again?
Rox: Yes, it's me, the "adequate strumpet?. When are you getting the hell off our ship.
Thess generously offered a bemused laugh as the plucky little nurses Vulcan friend tried to intercede on their behalf.
Vomek: ::apologetically:: So sorry, she's had a tough day.
De La Croix: No no dear you've got it all wrong, I said you were an adequate nurse. ::She took of a sip of her drink and savored it:: I'm sure you're an exemplary strumpet!
She laughed again as the little thing stormed up towards her. The hangers on distanced themselves, sensing a tension that Thessolonia herself completely ignored.
Rox: ::growling at La Croix:: Leave the Ronin or I'll fracture your flipping fanny!
Her amusement only growing at the display of such intense bravado, Thess offered several small, slow claps of applause.
De La Croix: Oh aren't you delightfully feisty! To answer your comedically phrased threat, I'd remind you that I'm aboard your ship entirely because of Beckie. Take your complaints to him...or really, anywhere else dear.
Vomek/Rox: Response
Thess rolled her eyes theatrically and offered another titter of humorless laughter.
De La Croix: Or what, exactly? Speak up dear.
Vomek/Rox: Response
Thess wasn't sure who threw their drink first but between one moment and the next pandemonium broke out on the well appointed and otherwise calming terrace. People scattered. There was yelling. Parents and more distant ancestors, along with what they could do to themselves, were mentioned loudly several times and in a number of fairly creative configurations.
Then the Harmony Shores Collaborative Resort De-escalation team arrived and pulled the two of them apart.
((Two hours later, Secured Reflection Suite and Contemplation Cell, Harmony Shores Collaborative Resort))
The perfectly appointed prison they were currently being confined in was meant to enhance personal reflection and induce feelings of calm, of poise, of centering. It was making Thess's teeth itch. Far worse than that though, far worse than the insult to her dignity this entire debacle had turned into, was who local custom forced her to share a cell with. The goal was to get both sides to reflect on their actions and, to accept shared responsibility and ultimately, reconcile. It made Thess seriously consider setting the room on fire with the fragrant candles burning in lovely decorative braziers around the room. She doubted anything in here would truly come ablaze but it was more fun to think about than the reality of the situation. Her fantasy drifting away, she glared across the room.
De La Croix: This is your fault.
Rox: 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
The glittering kaleidoscope of Lolagi IV's spectacular tides paled in comparison to her magnificence as Thessolonia moved effortlessly, the center of rapt attention. The throng of hangers on she'd accumulated since beaming down had quickly reminded her of how much more pleasant she found it to be anywhere but a tiny grey windowless box. Still, it had made for quite a few stories that highlighted the competence of all the people she'd so gallantly worked above. She held a champaign flute like a conductors wand as she made the terrace her stage. It felt magnificent.
De La Croix: I was the only thing that stood between those people and a painful death, my only staff barely capable of lifting a laser scalpel, my facilities barely one step beyond leeches and bloodletting, yet somehow...really it's just good fortune I happened to be there...because of a promise to a dear...dear colleague...
A shout from the beach below caught her mid-titter
Rox: ::yelling:: Hey Blodie! If that's even your natural color.
Recognizing the voice at once, Thess looked down in every conceivable sense before replying.
De La Croix: Oh look everyone, it's one of the little people from the old ship I told you about! Which one were you again?
Rox: Yes, it's me, the "adequate strumpet?. When are you getting the hell off our ship.
Thess generously offered a bemused laugh as the plucky little nurses Vulcan friend tried to intercede on their behalf.
Vomek: ::apologetically:: So sorry, she's had a tough day.
De La Croix: No no dear you've got it all wrong, I said you were an adequate nurse. ::She took of a sip of her drink and savored it:: I'm sure you're an exemplary strumpet!
She laughed again as the little thing stormed up towards her. The hangers on distanced themselves, sensing a tension that Thessolonia herself completely ignored.
Rox: ::growling at La Croix:: Leave the Ronin or I'll fracture your flipping fanny!
Her amusement only growing at the display of such intense bravado, Thess offered several small, slow claps of applause.
De La Croix: Oh aren't you delightfully feisty! To answer your comedically phrased threat, I'd remind you that I'm aboard your ship entirely because of Beckie. Take your complaints to him...or really, anywhere else dear.
Vomek/Rox: Response
Thess rolled her eyes theatrically and offered another titter of humorless laughter.
De La Croix: Or what, exactly? Speak up dear.
Vomek/Rox: Response
Thess wasn't sure who threw their drink first but between one moment and the next pandemonium broke out on the well appointed and otherwise calming terrace. People scattered. There was yelling. Parents and more distant ancestors, along with what they could do to themselves, were mentioned loudly several times and in a number of fairly creative configurations.
Then the Harmony Shores Collaborative Resort De-escalation team arrived and pulled the two of them apart.
((Two hours later, Secured Reflection Suite and Contemplation Cell, Harmony Shores Collaborative Resort))
The perfectly appointed prison they were currently being confined in was meant to enhance personal reflection and induce feelings of calm, of poise, of centering. It was making Thess's teeth itch. Far worse than that though, far worse than the insult to her dignity this entire debacle had turned into, was who local custom forced her to share a cell with. The goal was to get both sides to reflect on their actions and, to accept shared responsibility and ultimately, reconcile. It made Thess seriously consider setting the room on fire with the fragrant candles burning in lovely decorative braziers around the room. She doubted anything in here would truly come ablaze but it was more fun to think about than the reality of the situation. Her fantasy drifting away, she glared across the room.
De La Croix: This is your fault.
Rox: 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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