Ensign Delphina Wren- Totally Fine
Grace McDermott
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.
Shortrith: Could it be part of the computer system issue?
Evinrude: Unlikely, his core programming is foreign to the Ronin. ::He took a step forward.:: Ensign, does Remy have any basic medical diagnostic capability? I think he's...trying to get the attention of medical staff.
Wren: Well….. I guess that I can check in on him later. Let’s take a look at the systems in here.
Delphina frowned as she watched Remy perform his dance routine for the nurse, genuine concern beginning to overtake her. Remy hated doing his dance. Every time she’d asked him to do it as a test of his systems, he’d registered distress, so why was he doing it now?
Remy: ::hurrying over to the medical staff member, resuming his dance::
Shortrith: May I rant about technology? And what happened?
Delphina abruptly turned, trying to straighten up and look Professional, but… something felt off. It was as though her senses were a half-step behind her body, and something in her chest felt light and fast. Trying to shake it off, she smiled at Shortrith, glad to see them despite the situation.
Wren: ::brightly, already taking off the wall panel to get out of sickbay as fast as she could:: Go ahead!
Evinrude: I'm sorry Counselor, I don't mean to be rude but... ::His void trailed off as he stepped around a group of officers in pursuit of Ensign Wren, but Shortrith followed and began to recount their system glitches.::
Inexperienced Nurse with Remy: Oh, you have a little tricorder inside you…….. ::suddenly alert:: Ensign Wren?
Shortrith: Pretty much my replicator wasn't creating anything when I asked it to, even when I… um… hit it. Not to mention my files from today deleted or corrupted, completely unprompted.
Wren: ::strained laugh:: You hit it? Man, my talk with… the captain about percussive maintenance…. oO What is going on. What’s…. Oo
Delphina reached out to grab the wall, and, as she did so, something she didn’t know was holding her up heard the word ‘captain’ and simply shattered. Hundreds of panicked thoughts suddenly rushed her, and the ground beneath her abruptly swayed. oO The captain is dead! Did the captain and first officer just-Oh god, we just lost them… Niac! We didn’t have time to do anything, it all just happened so fast! Why didn’t we do something, why didn’t we- Oh gods, I think I felt those two die…. Oo
Evinrude: ::To Shorthrith.:: You hit it? ::Then back to Wren.:: Ensign. Ensign! Please, come sit down. ::Neutrally, but firmly.:: That is an order.
Delphina flinched a little at the harshness in his voice, but immediately sank into the nearest chair, heart pounding like a hummingbird.
Wren: ::genuinely embarrassed laugh:: I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s going on
oO I don’t know what’s going on, but it hṷ̶̘͠rts so badly! Oo
Evinrude: ::With a smile and a nod directed at Wren.:: Sorry, Counselor. You said...that your notes are missing? How much did you lose?
Shortrith: It was only today, and I have all the other days' notes on a backup drive.
A blue-uniformed officer approached Wren and her escorts, interrupting their conversation.
Beck: Response
Renaie sighed, shaking their head.
Shortrith: Not that I'm aware of.
Evinrude: It was a damaged EPS conduit on this deck, near Stellar Cartography. I also didn't notice any physical injury, but it was a nasty shock that actually caused our intrepid ensign here to slam up against the wall. ::He straightened a little.:: I should have assessed the damage more thoroughly before allowing her to reach inside.
Wren: oO Useless... you're embarrassing yourself, Della Oo
::completely out of it:: I need my tappers
Remy: ::immediately resuming his dance::
Shortrith/Evinrude/Beck: Response
She’d felt them die. In the moment, she’d been so focused on separating herself from the emotions of the crew, shoring up her walls, being that island, that hadn’t even occurred to her. Those emotions had been building behind the wall for so long, and she hadn’t even realized.
Wren: oO The tappë̶̩́rs are in your quarters Oo
Shortrith/Evinrude/Beck: Response
Wren: I’m fine!! It’s nothing like that, I promise, it’s okay, I’m fine, I can still do my work, I can do my job, I can help, I just need my tappers, they’re in my quarters.
Shortrith/Evinrude/Beck: Response
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