Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Henry Rodier (Chief of Security) in Lounge - Come for the drinks stay for the stories (All Welcome)
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Looking up, Grayson saw who she was waving to and scooted over in the booth, making space for the new doctor to sit down. Not wanting the onion ring engagement ring to go to waste, he popped it in his mouth and munched on it. He had a whole bowl anyway and there were better ones next layer down.

Captain Rhodes, CO

Daphne looked at Rhodes and wrinkled up her nose. “Okay we are going to circle back around to that conversation later and you can then define commitment and how swallowing my ring fits in with that,” she teased the captain.

It wasn’t until he got closer that Alex realised exactly who it was Daphne was seated opposite, the surprise making him hesitate, leaving him frozen in indecision beside the table, one foot still slightly in the air.

“Hey Alex,” Daphne smiled. “Sit, sit,” she gestured to the seat in the booth.

Daphne

Alex slid into the offered chair with as much aplomb as he could muster, offering his boss a smile to try and cover up his sudden unease.

“Thanks!” he said, as cheerfully as he could muster, he nodded his appreciation and then turned to the Captain, offering a more formal head nod, bordering on a bow, or at least as close as you can get to one while seated slightly awkwardly on a chair.

“Captain.” He said, in a slightly unnatural stilted tone, unable to think of an appropriate greating. Thankfully, the waitress arrived to take his order, allowing him to bypass the awkward moment gratefully. He quickly took stock of the snack foods arrayed on the table.

“McCall, isn’t it?” Gray asked Frankenstein’s new assistant. “Welcome to the Challenger.”

“Could we get some Hallumi fries and sweet chilli dipping sauce to add to the feast please?” He asked pleasantly, his eyes darting to the others seated at the table to see if his choices were acceptable.

Cadet McCall, MD

“Oh, I’ll add some of those Jalapeño poppers to that too, you know the deep fried ones filled with cream cheese,” Grayson added to the order, “and another beer for me, another one of whatever Dr Frankenstein is drinking. McCall you good for a drink?”

Grayson Rhodes, CO

“Dr. Frankenstien, really really you had to go there,” Daphne let out a full bodied laugh. “I mean yeah I was born with the greatest last name ever but Dr. F, DF, Doc, the good doc, hell even the big Kahuna sounds better.” Her tone and laugh indicated she wasn’t really bothered by it. It was her name and she had heard pretty much every joke on the planet about it.

“Can you get me anything with an umbrella in it,” she asked the waiter.

“I’ll take a beer too please, pint, IPA, chilled, not too hoppy. You know, as a Doctor I really can’t recommend all this deep fried food… good thing you have added some vegetables Captain, need to get in our Vitamins after all.” Said Alex, hoping to break the ice with a little dietary based humour.

Cadet McCall, MD

“Oh good call. Add pickle nickles to the order,” she laughed.

“I’m just fine with my vitamin intake, thank you Doctor,” Gray said. “I have my full dose of vitamin B every day, see.” He reached out and picked up his beer, and took a deep draught.

“What I am concerned about though, is that choice of IPA,” he said the letters slowly and seemed to be checking off a mental checkbox, but by the look on his face it wasn’t a tick going in the box. “You some kind of new age Space Hipster?”

Grayson Rhodes, CO

Alex raised an eyebrow as the cold pint glass was placed in front of him, condensation already forming on the chilled glass.

“Not at all Captain, just thought I should remember the lectures on damage control procedures and fire fighting techniques by selecting something cool and refreshing” he said with a nod to the jalapeños being placed on the table.

Cadet Alex McCall, MD

As Daphne picked up a popper, she began to hum a tune and slightly sing low under her breathe. “This was never the way I planned. Not my intention,” she chewed and took a sip of her drink. “I got so brave, drink in hand and lost all my discretion,” she let out a laugh realizing her arriving before the two men at the lounge was starting to show. “Don’t judge,” she pointed the captain. “It was a long day. Not everyone is Super doc over there,” she nodded towards Alex. “I know I should not say this but,” she looked around and then mouthed “avoid Ensign Harper at all costs.” Knowing she probably should not have said that Daphne quickly brought up a new topic.

“We should play a game to get to know each other better. Ever play never have I ever?” Slowly twirling her straw in her drink, she smiled.

“Never have I ever fixed the wrong leg as being broken in a training exercise and told the person to get up and stop complaining,” she broke out laughing and rubbed her temples as if working out an imaginary headache.

Daphne Frankenstien. CMO

Although not normally one for drinking games, at least not in this lofty company, Alex decided however that he had best play along with his immediate superior, given that she was going to be writing his final evaluation at the end of this cruise.

He picked up his drink to knock back a couple of fingers of the chilled beer then paused with the glass poised at his lips.

“Hmmm, actually, does it have to specifically be the wrong ‘leg’ or does any sort of procedure on an incorrect limb or appendage count??”

Cadet Alex McCall, MD

OOC: having a go at fixing a split post….

IC: Her eyes got slightly wide as she gave the captain a sideglance and opened her mouth to speak. Deciding against what she was about to say, she let out a chuckle and smiled widely. “New rule,” she held up a finger. “If you drink you gotta explain. I am good with any procedure or appendage count. There are a lot of tentacles out there and there is nothing worse than trying to shove in or straighten a tentacle of a Vendorian.” Daphne made a rolling motion with her hand for Alex to continue.

Lt. Daphne Frankenstien CMO

Listening to them begin this game, Grayson raised an eyebrow slightly. His doctors were about to play a drinking game and he first topic was wrong limbs they had fixed by mistake. He was sure there was some kind of malpractice claim in here somewhere but that would he covered by the Ferengi Medical Insurance Union. At least he could find out which of these two not to visit if he broke an arm. Picking up his drink, he took a small sip, just enough to show that he had not, indeed, fixed anyone’s wrong limb.

Grayson Rhodes, CO

“Well….” Said Alex, considering how best to tell his story,

“Back in medical school, my study group were performing an orchiectomy procedure on an adult male Tellarite… and I don’t need to tell you how complex their reproductive system is right… Daphne?” Alex paused slightly before using his superiors given name, not wanting to seem overfamiliar given the teacher/student relationship.

“Why yes…Alex I have been on the underside of a Tellarite carriage once or twice but only in a strictly professional manner,” she let out a laugh using his first name and imitating his pause. She completely understood why he was testing the waters with her name. Alex was not just a run-of-the-mill cadet. While she could not off the top of her head remember how long the man had worked at the Royal Infirmary of Edinburgh, specializing in emergency trauma surgery, the point was the man had more experience than most strolling through her doors. In all actuality she preferred the staff call her by her first name. Screaming out a doctor in the middle of a medical emergency just made everyone look up and nothing get accomplished. It reminded her of a movie she had seen long ago where two doctors were meeting a team of doctors and for the next two minutes all everyone did was nod and say doc in greeting to each other. Besides everyone was big boys and girls and knew when to be formal with rank and surname. This however was not a rank and surname event.

“Well, one of my group managed to screw up the CT imaging so that is projected as a mirror image…. So said Tellerite had a completely healthy organ removed and my group spent several hours scrubbing dissection tables in the lab…. Fortunately this was only a holodeck simulation or the consequences would have been far more severe…. Especially for the Tellerite gentleman.”

Cadet Alex McCall, MD

OOC: did I do that right?

OOC: Perfect, well done! Just like a bought one! :D

-Dave

She let out a laugh and picked up one of the onion rings dunking it in a sauce as she spoke. “Pfffft you were fine. I mean if you had tossed it in the trash and then realized you had to go in hip deep after it....well then you would have had a problem but surgery is like a cookie. Both have a five second rule. Just blow on it to get the dust off and viola,” she took a bite of the onion ring, “it is perfectly fine.”

Lt. Rodier was next to pass through the lounge’s doorway, his mind a twofold mess of indecision.

First, should he let NC Borkol off with a warning? After all, stealing a fellow officer’s belongings was a fairly serious infraction. Then again, he doubted the writers of that statute had sandwiches in mind at the time of writing, which would normally have led him to a quite laughter-filled response to the complaint. The issue, of course, was that the complainant was none other than NLt. jr. gr. Chernob from the Medical department, who, despite being of equal rank to Henry and therefor having no technical power over him, did have a unique ability to make his life difficult. The last time he’d gotten on the doctor’s bad side, he’d somehow gotten ahold of the security schedule and managed to reschedule a mandatory physical for an officer so that it overlapped with her shift, forcing Henry into an hour of extra work to cover for her. The Chief wasn’t usually one to back down easily, but he couldn’t help but give it some thought given he still had no idea how Chernob had managed that feat.

Second (and of equal importance), should he get peas or corn with his meal? Corn was usually a good compliment for chicken, but he had also been contemplating turkey, which was usually better paired with peas. Then again, the dampness of peas could help with a dry chicken, which this lounge’s replicator was known for.

About thirty seconds later, Rodier was headed to the other end of the lounge carrying a tray laden with a chicken breast, corn, and peas, with a cup off to one side containing a purplish liquid. Then it was that he became threefold indecisive, for he couldn’t seem to spot any of his immediate friends in the lounge, but neither did he particularly want to sit alone. This mental combat was ongoing as he meandered over to the edge of the room containing the booths.

~ Lt. jr. gr. Rodier - CoS

“Who is that,” Daphne nodded her head to the left at Rodier and the tray while she spoke to Grayson.

Lt. Daphne Frankenstien CMO