Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS - Common Frenemies
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Karrod Niac
Mar 22, 2026, 12:01:01 AMMar 22
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Secured Reflection Suite and Contemplation Cell, Harmony Shores Collaborative Resort))
As she found the company she was keeping suddenly much more agreeable and the complimentary champaign entirely excellent, Thess walked arm in arm with Roxanne through the soothing, flowing hallways of the sumptuously appointed detention facility while the two regaled one another with stories of their respectively misspent youths. She felt positively elated by the time they stumbled, in an entirely dignified and proper fashion, into the waiting area where it seemed half the ship was already waiting for them with a whole buffet of expressions.
Thess burst out laughing and tried to brush the hair out of her face with her champaign flute, failing to accomplish the task comprehensively.
Rox: ::loud whisper:: It's the fuzz! Don't move they can't see us if we stay still. ::giggle::
Thess came to her full and proper height and shook her head, elevating her chin imperiously. Roxanne's giggling set her off, spoiling the effect entirely.
De La Croix: ::giggles:: Oh dear it seems we're in...::giggle::...quite a lot of trouble....
Rox: ::giggling:: Oh this is nothing, wait until they see what I did to the ::cackling:: the bathroom in there.
Thess broke down laughing again, sloshing some of her precious drink as the two of them held fast to one another for support.
Kessler: That is an understatement, Doctor.
Beck: ::muttering under his breath:: This is gonna go well.
Kessler: Do you two realize how this looks on the Ronin? On the Captain?
Rox: About the same as the Chief's of security and Science crushing on the same woman? ::laughing again and looking at Thess:: I'm not even kidding, it's so weird.
Thess, entirely forgetting the inquisition they were facing, turned towards Roxanne with a gasp.
De La Croix: Oh that sounds simply scandalous dear, you've been holding out on me!
Raga: Hmm? Oh, I was merely pondering whether or not the Captain still has the get along bracelets he received from GottCo last leave. Or if perhaps a shirt that says ‘Our get along shirt’ can be replicated big enough for the two of you to wear side by side. ::he smiled mischievously and waved a hand:: I’m sure the Captain and I can come up with something later.
Kessler: If the Captain does not have plans for them Commander, I have a few suggestions.
Rox: I am soooooo sorry Commander. It's really all Dr. Beck's fault.
Beck: What the hell did I do? I haven't even been here!
Raga: I too would be curious how the good doctor is responsible for your poor choices.
She cleared her throat in an attempt to regain her composure and found the room far more wobblie than she preferred. Apparently the Logali's made a strong drink which was, at the moment, another vote in their favor as far as Thess was concerned.
De La Croix: I have to agree Commander Rags...Ragu...Raga...this is all Beckies fault...::she giggled and turned towards Rox::...oh you were right he is much more attractive now that he isn't dead...::turning back to Raga::...you must tell me how you get your hair so luxurious dear!
Kessler: ::with a firmer tone, eyeing both women:: Respectfully, I do not think the Commander cares who started this. The security logs of the incident captured everything.
Rox: You should hide those logs. It would be a ska ::giggle:: sca ::giggle:: scandal for my good friend the duchess.
Thessolonia lifted her chin with all the poise and grace that the Duchess possessed, half in the bag as she was.
Beck: I shouldn't have come back. This is what this means. I shouldn't have come back.
Raga: I find that more than a little disturbing and disappointing if that’s the case. Chief, I think it’s time we beamed these two back on board to let them sober up.
Thess clapped her hands together and looked at Roxanne.
De La Croix: Finally, something all three of us agree on! You see Commander Rasta...Raba..you see I was discussing the ships...mission...and Nurse Queen here had some...input...and then we discussed it...some more...and I think someone started throwing food at us...we should really figure out who that was....you! Security man! We need to investigate it...
Her story drifted off as she finished the last of her drink and devolved into another set of giggles.
Kessler: Aye sir. I can do that.
Rox: ::whiny:: No, don't beam us back let's have a walk on the beach.
Raga: After all this you want me to simply let you roam around and cause further disturbances?
Thess, not reading the mood of the room at all, sensed a splendid opportunity.
De La Croix: Oh yes a walk on the beach at night sounds lovely! You can walk with us Commander...to keep us safe...from whatever dreadful sort of thing could be around...or you could just throw Beckie at it and give us time to make our escape!
Beck: ::sighing:: Some fresh air probably would do them some good. And I can call up to the ship to have them send down a hypo to sober these two up just a little. Some Purge will do nicely, though they'll have a helluva hangover to deal with.
Rox: ::looking with alarm at Beck:: No sir, you stay away from her. We're done with mustaches.
Beck: Let's just. ::indicating the door:: Yeah?
Raga: Very well, Doctor. I defer to your medical opinion. ::to Kessler:: Chief, I leave it up to you if you’d like to accompany us. I don’t want to keep you from enjoying your leave, or tending to your duties if you so choose.
Thess looked from one glowering man to the next and shrugged expansively as she began making her way towards the door.
De La Croix: Didn't you faint on the runabout...::she turned her attention back towards Rox::...He is cute though, he could come on our walk too.
Kessler: Response
Rox: How'd that get in there?
Thess gestured at the alien seafood fritter as if it was the murder weapon presented at trial, proof of all she'd said about a random and entirely unknown food based assault on their persons by a party or parties unknown.
Beck: ::shaking his head:: Feels like junior year at Starfleet Medical all over again.
Raga: Reminds me of the six months I spent in Marine training. The quantity of alcohol that could be imbibed was practically a statistical wonder.
Thess wagged a finger in Beckie's approximate direction and found, to her great alarm, there were now several of him nearby.
De La Croix: Do you remember when we got that bottle of absolutely dreadful Rom...Remala...Rostican...that glowing blue stuff and spent six hours arguing about the ethics of cybernetic organ replacement? Oh...hang on...
She dug something out of the arm of her dress and discovered a chunk of a very familiar looking seafood fritter. She gasped theatrically.
De La Croix: Goodness it seems like I may have been involved in the walk by fooding we experienced earlier...I'm sure in a merely self-defensive capacity, of course.
Kessler: Response
Roxanne began laughing and Thess laughed along with her as they staggered into the street and towards the nearby shimmering, glowing beaches.
Rox: That's right you did! Some arm you have.
Beck: =/\= Beck to Sickbay. I need you to send down a medical kit with two doses of Purge and something for a hangover. =/\=
Nurse: =/\= Y–es, Doctor. I'll put that together for you now. =/\=
With fresh air in her lungs, a lightness in her chest and enough of the delightfully strong local champaign running through her, Thess's evening was truly going wonderfully. She leaned in conspiratorially towards Roxanne and nodded towards their erstwhile chaperons.
De La Croix: Think we should ditch them? There's a marvelous club a few streets over that serves a chowder dish that's simply divine and I am famished!
Kessler/Rox: Response
Beck: ::with a snort:: I always wondered how rumors got started around here, now I know. ::to Rox:: It's always you. Why are you so obsessed with me?
Raga: I’m no counselor but I would imagine either loathing or infatuation.
Thess snorted in a very unlady like fashion and looked backwards.
De La Croix: In both my professional and personal opinion I'm quite certain it's loathing dear, but if you'd like to try embarrassing yourself I'm sure we'd all enjoy seeing that. I know I would.
Kessler/Rox: Response
Something shimmered into existence behind them and Thess shrugged, too content to be concerned about it or much of anything else.
Beck: Let's let them walk it off just a little before I apply the Purge. They're gonna start cursing once the dehydration sets in.
Raga: Well, fortunately for them harsh language isn’t a punishable offense as long as it’s not insubordinate.
Thess paused and looked to the men who dared to talk about her behind her back as if she wasn't a few meters away.
De La Croix: I'll have you know I have never once been insubordinate in my life and, to the best of my knowledge, neither has Roxanne here. Right?
Kessler/Rox/Beck: Response
Raga: Miss Queen. ::his timbre was slightly deeper than normal:: I think you’ve had enough. ::there was the briefest of pauses:: I expected better from you. ::to Quentin:: I think it’s time for those hyposprays.
Thess wasn't quite sure what possessed her but she pressed her tongue to her lips and blew a loud, long and particularly contemptuous raspberry in their general direction.
De La Croix: ...and that's what I think about your hyposprays! Like anything good has ever come out of one of those little colored tubes! I think you need fifty cc's of mustache remover....right stat now!
Kessler/Rox/Beck: Response
Raga: That’s fine. ::he said to Quentin:: I think it’s time I had an explanation from both of them. I don’t care about cursing as long as I get a sober answer. Besides, it’s been a while since we’ve had anyone Vailani the mess hall.
Thess scowled as Beckie pushed the hypo against her neck before a warm wave of clarity began washing through her veins. She blinked, rubbing at her eyes as the dizziness gradually diminished.
De La Croix: Fine way to ruin another evening, Beckie. I thought you'd be glad Roxanne and I had set our differences aside and found some common ground at last.
Kessler/Rox/Beck/Raga: Response
Thess had never felt so indignant in all her life and rose up with the full weight of her pedigree, title and professional accolades behind her.
De La Croix: How dare you suggest that the Duchess of Saint Malo...
Another overwhelming wave of dizziness struck and she was forced to stumble towards a nearby potted plant, into which she purged half a bottle of champaign and whatever it was that she'd eaten for dinner several hours earlier. When she'd finished and regained some small measure of her composure, she turned and looked to the glaring men accompanying them.
De La Croix: Perhaps we should skip the remainder of the evening stroll and have the rest of this conversation some other time. Or possibly never. Never would be fine. I find I've suddenly...taken a bit ill.
Kessler/Rox/Beck/Raga: Response
[Tags/TBC]
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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
V239509GT0
As she found the company she was keeping suddenly much more agreeable and the complimentary champaign entirely excellent, Thess walked arm in arm with Roxanne through the soothing, flowing hallways of the sumptuously appointed detention facility while the two regaled one another with stories of their respectively misspent youths. She felt positively elated by the time they stumbled, in an entirely dignified and proper fashion, into the waiting area where it seemed half the ship was already waiting for them with a whole buffet of expressions.
Thess burst out laughing and tried to brush the hair out of her face with her champaign flute, failing to accomplish the task comprehensively.
Rox: ::loud whisper:: It's the fuzz! Don't move they can't see us if we stay still. ::giggle::
Thess came to her full and proper height and shook her head, elevating her chin imperiously. Roxanne's giggling set her off, spoiling the effect entirely.
De La Croix: ::giggles:: Oh dear it seems we're in...::giggle::...quite a lot of trouble....
Rox: ::giggling:: Oh this is nothing, wait until they see what I did to the ::cackling:: the bathroom in there.
Thess broke down laughing again, sloshing some of her precious drink as the two of them held fast to one another for support.
Kessler: That is an understatement, Doctor.
Beck: ::muttering under his breath:: This is gonna go well.
Kessler: Do you two realize how this looks on the Ronin? On the Captain?
Rox: About the same as the Chief's of security and Science crushing on the same woman? ::laughing again and looking at Thess:: I'm not even kidding, it's so weird.
Thess, entirely forgetting the inquisition they were facing, turned towards Roxanne with a gasp.
De La Croix: Oh that sounds simply scandalous dear, you've been holding out on me!
Raga: Hmm? Oh, I was merely pondering whether or not the Captain still has the get along bracelets he received from GottCo last leave. Or if perhaps a shirt that says ‘Our get along shirt’ can be replicated big enough for the two of you to wear side by side. ::he smiled mischievously and waved a hand:: I’m sure the Captain and I can come up with something later.
Kessler: If the Captain does not have plans for them Commander, I have a few suggestions.
Rox: I am soooooo sorry Commander. It's really all Dr. Beck's fault.
Beck: What the hell did I do? I haven't even been here!
Raga: I too would be curious how the good doctor is responsible for your poor choices.
She cleared her throat in an attempt to regain her composure and found the room far more wobblie than she preferred. Apparently the Logali's made a strong drink which was, at the moment, another vote in their favor as far as Thess was concerned.
De La Croix: I have to agree Commander Rags...Ragu...Raga...this is all Beckies fault...::she giggled and turned towards Rox::...oh you were right he is much more attractive now that he isn't dead...::turning back to Raga::...you must tell me how you get your hair so luxurious dear!
Kessler: ::with a firmer tone, eyeing both women:: Respectfully, I do not think the Commander cares who started this. The security logs of the incident captured everything.
Rox: You should hide those logs. It would be a ska ::giggle:: sca ::giggle:: scandal for my good friend the duchess.
Thessolonia lifted her chin with all the poise and grace that the Duchess possessed, half in the bag as she was.
Beck: I shouldn't have come back. This is what this means. I shouldn't have come back.
Raga: I find that more than a little disturbing and disappointing if that’s the case. Chief, I think it’s time we beamed these two back on board to let them sober up.
Thess clapped her hands together and looked at Roxanne.
De La Croix: Finally, something all three of us agree on! You see Commander Rasta...Raba..you see I was discussing the ships...mission...and Nurse Queen here had some...input...and then we discussed it...some more...and I think someone started throwing food at us...we should really figure out who that was....you! Security man! We need to investigate it...
Her story drifted off as she finished the last of her drink and devolved into another set of giggles.
Kessler: Aye sir. I can do that.
Rox: ::whiny:: No, don't beam us back let's have a walk on the beach.
Raga: After all this you want me to simply let you roam around and cause further disturbances?
Thess, not reading the mood of the room at all, sensed a splendid opportunity.
De La Croix: Oh yes a walk on the beach at night sounds lovely! You can walk with us Commander...to keep us safe...from whatever dreadful sort of thing could be around...or you could just throw Beckie at it and give us time to make our escape!
Beck: ::sighing:: Some fresh air probably would do them some good. And I can call up to the ship to have them send down a hypo to sober these two up just a little. Some Purge will do nicely, though they'll have a helluva hangover to deal with.
Rox: ::looking with alarm at Beck:: No sir, you stay away from her. We're done with mustaches.
Beck: Let's just. ::indicating the door:: Yeah?
Raga: Very well, Doctor. I defer to your medical opinion. ::to Kessler:: Chief, I leave it up to you if you’d like to accompany us. I don’t want to keep you from enjoying your leave, or tending to your duties if you so choose.
Thess looked from one glowering man to the next and shrugged expansively as she began making her way towards the door.
De La Croix: Didn't you faint on the runabout...::she turned her attention back towards Rox::...He is cute though, he could come on our walk too.
Kessler: Response
Rox: How'd that get in there?
Thess gestured at the alien seafood fritter as if it was the murder weapon presented at trial, proof of all she'd said about a random and entirely unknown food based assault on their persons by a party or parties unknown.
Beck: ::shaking his head:: Feels like junior year at Starfleet Medical all over again.
Raga: Reminds me of the six months I spent in Marine training. The quantity of alcohol that could be imbibed was practically a statistical wonder.
Thess wagged a finger in Beckie's approximate direction and found, to her great alarm, there were now several of him nearby.
De La Croix: Do you remember when we got that bottle of absolutely dreadful Rom...Remala...Rostican...that glowing blue stuff and spent six hours arguing about the ethics of cybernetic organ replacement? Oh...hang on...
She dug something out of the arm of her dress and discovered a chunk of a very familiar looking seafood fritter. She gasped theatrically.
De La Croix: Goodness it seems like I may have been involved in the walk by fooding we experienced earlier...I'm sure in a merely self-defensive capacity, of course.
Kessler: Response
Roxanne began laughing and Thess laughed along with her as they staggered into the street and towards the nearby shimmering, glowing beaches.
Rox: That's right you did! Some arm you have.
Beck: =/\= Beck to Sickbay. I need you to send down a medical kit with two doses of Purge and something for a hangover. =/\=
Nurse: =/\= Y–es, Doctor. I'll put that together for you now. =/\=
With fresh air in her lungs, a lightness in her chest and enough of the delightfully strong local champaign running through her, Thess's evening was truly going wonderfully. She leaned in conspiratorially towards Roxanne and nodded towards their erstwhile chaperons.
De La Croix: Think we should ditch them? There's a marvelous club a few streets over that serves a chowder dish that's simply divine and I am famished!
Kessler/Rox: Response
Beck: ::with a snort:: I always wondered how rumors got started around here, now I know. ::to Rox:: It's always you. Why are you so obsessed with me?
Raga: I’m no counselor but I would imagine either loathing or infatuation.
Thess snorted in a very unlady like fashion and looked backwards.
De La Croix: In both my professional and personal opinion I'm quite certain it's loathing dear, but if you'd like to try embarrassing yourself I'm sure we'd all enjoy seeing that. I know I would.
Kessler/Rox: Response
Something shimmered into existence behind them and Thess shrugged, too content to be concerned about it or much of anything else.
Beck: Let's let them walk it off just a little before I apply the Purge. They're gonna start cursing once the dehydration sets in.
Raga: Well, fortunately for them harsh language isn’t a punishable offense as long as it’s not insubordinate.
Thess paused and looked to the men who dared to talk about her behind her back as if she wasn't a few meters away.
De La Croix: I'll have you know I have never once been insubordinate in my life and, to the best of my knowledge, neither has Roxanne here. Right?
Kessler/Rox/Beck: Response
Raga: Miss Queen. ::his timbre was slightly deeper than normal:: I think you’ve had enough. ::there was the briefest of pauses:: I expected better from you. ::to Quentin:: I think it’s time for those hyposprays.
Thess wasn't quite sure what possessed her but she pressed her tongue to her lips and blew a loud, long and particularly contemptuous raspberry in their general direction.
De La Croix: ...and that's what I think about your hyposprays! Like anything good has ever come out of one of those little colored tubes! I think you need fifty cc's of mustache remover....right stat now!
Kessler/Rox/Beck: Response
Raga: That’s fine. ::he said to Quentin:: I think it’s time I had an explanation from both of them. I don’t care about cursing as long as I get a sober answer. Besides, it’s been a while since we’ve had anyone Vailani the mess hall.
Thess scowled as Beckie pushed the hypo against her neck before a warm wave of clarity began washing through her veins. She blinked, rubbing at her eyes as the dizziness gradually diminished.
De La Croix: Fine way to ruin another evening, Beckie. I thought you'd be glad Roxanne and I had set our differences aside and found some common ground at last.
Kessler/Rox/Beck/Raga: Response
Thess had never felt so indignant in all her life and rose up with the full weight of her pedigree, title and professional accolades behind her.
De La Croix: How dare you suggest that the Duchess of Saint Malo...
Another overwhelming wave of dizziness struck and she was forced to stumble towards a nearby potted plant, into which she purged half a bottle of champaign and whatever it was that she'd eaten for dinner several hours earlier. When she'd finished and regained some small measure of her composure, she turned and looked to the glaring men accompanying them.
De La Croix: Perhaps we should skip the remainder of the evening stroll and have the rest of this conversation some other time. Or possibly never. Never would be fine. I find I've suddenly...taken a bit ill.
Kessler/Rox/Beck/Raga: Response
[Tags/TBC]
======================================
Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS
Duchess of Saint-Malo
Chief Surgeon of a not entirely intolerable rowboat
V239509GT0
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