Posted by Lieutenant Daphne Frankenstein (Chief Medical Officer) in Lounge - Come for the drinks stay for the stories (All Welcome)

Posted by Captain Grayson Rhodes (Commanding Officer) in Lounge - Come for the drinks stay for the stories (All Welcome)

Posted by Lieutenant Daphne Frankenstein (Chief Medical Officer) in Lounge - Come for the drinks stay for the stories
Daphne stretched out in the booth waiting for the other crew to arrive. It had been a long day and she was debating which job was harder. Training first-year medical students or supervising students in their residency. In a way, it was like teaching someone to drive. You knew they had the skills but it required the resolve not to yank the wheel and scream get out when you saw them doing something wrong. Looking at the door, Daphne took a sip of her highly colorful drink and relaxed.

Daphne Frankenstein.

Grayson was the first to walk through that door, pausing slightly to glance around the lounge and see who was present. His eyes fell on Daphne and he smiled lightly, nodded and then turned for the bar.

It only took a minute or two before he turned, tray in hands and made his way towards the booth where Daphne sat. “Evening!” He greeted her lightly, then without asking if she was waiting for anyone or if he could join her, simply sat down and slid the tray between them on the table. On it, was a glass filled with what looked to by whiskey, and two bowls. One was filled to overflowing with fries and the other, thick and crispy onion rings. There were a few smaller bowls of different sauces next to these.

“So how was your day? Anything exciting happen? Anyone lose a limb? Gain a limb? Did you create life?” The smirk on his face as he asked was barely concealed, but it was there long enough for him to hide it by shoving a whole onion ring into his mouth.

Captain Rhodes, CO

“I see what you did there,” she let out a laugh. “And not today but if you happen by an ion storm, could you turn the ship west-facing if you see any lightning,” she picked up a fry before drowning it in ranch dressing. “I have a plant that I am gene splicing to say aloe,” she drew out the word enough to make it sound like an approximation of the word hello before she popped the french fry in her mouth. Knowing the joke was bad she drummed her hands on the table to produce the bah bump bump rhythm indicating it was a bad joke.

Daphne Frankenstien CMO

Grayson choked slightly on the onion ring he was swallowing, and washed it down with a swig of his drink while looking at her. “Oh my god, did you just make a bad dad joke about aloe plants and tie it into a Frankenstein play on your name?” He paused for a long time and then slowly raised an eyebrow at her as if judging her, then, he reached for an onion ring and held it out in front of her. “Tell me you are single, cause I am about to propose. You aren’t allergic to onion are you? it’s even beer battered.”

Captain Rhodes, CO