Posted by Lieutenant Elaine Janvier (Chief Medical Officer) in CMO Checkin on the USS Dresden

Posted by Ensign James Mason (Engineer) in CMO Checkin on the USS Dresden

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Elaine Janvier (Chief Medical Officer) in CMO Checkin on the USS Dresden
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James rolled his shoulders slowly as he ambled towards Medical. It just wouldn’t do to be tense when he met the newest person in charge of patching him up. Thankfully this time he had someone with a bit of shiny looking him over instead of an overworked petty officer. He chuckled and continued on his way. While technically he was supposed to check in with his department head first, he’d spent enough time with the fleet to know that he’d be sent right back out to check in with everyone else relevant right after. Better to knock out the little bits of admin first before meeting his new boss. That way he could get right into the grind of things, and hopefully, start on his superior’s good side.

Stopping in front of the sickbay doors the short barrel-chested man paused for a moment. He discretely stretched his neck and considered cracking it before deciding that he was just wasting time. All it was was a simple check-in with the doc, not another long chat with those humorless Internal Affairs assholes. Come from the DMZ and know a couple terrorists and all of a sudden you were a security threat. Feh. James shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts before slipping into the medbay. At least those schmucks didn’t know the truth.

Stopping before the CMO’s door James sighed. Here went nothing. Reaching up he politely rapped twice with leathery knuckles for settling backed into a relaxed at ease position. A loose adherence to custom never hurt.

Ensign James Mason

As soon as James made the first rap, a serious of barks errupted from inside the office. Elaine startled from her work, “Enj shush,” she ordered, standing up from her desk and grabbing the dog who was standing wagging his tail by the door. With all the reports she had been doing of late, her and Enj had spent more time locked in her office than usual and Enj had began to develop cabin fever. But with only half her reports done, the last thing she needed was Enj taking himself for a self guided tour of the ship the minute anyone opened her office door.

With Enj safely tucked under her arm, Janvier released the safety on the door that designed to prevent Enj from escaping accidently. “Enter,” she called, the doors sliding open on her command. The CMO’s office was not the typical office that Mason would have been expecting. For starters there was a dog bed, and a dog bowl next to Elaines desk. In the middle of the dog bed was a well chewed rabbit toy as welll as a couple of pillows. Elaines desk currently had reports stacked on it that she had been working her way through before James had shown up and a holoimage of Enj. A pile of medical and (a scattering of) psychological textbooks were piled on the other side of her desk. More were on the shelves along with a couple of jars of sweets and a jar of dog treats. At the very top was a pile of blankets.

Across from her desk sat two plain chairs, pushed to the back wall for more room. What was more noteworthy, was the three awards hung modestly on the wall behind them. They were hung in such a way that anyone sitting in the chairs wouldn’t notice them. The first of the three was her Graduation honours award, but the other two were slightly too far away for to be seen from the door way. The CMO herself was very young for her postion. She couldn’t have been older than her mid 20s and could only be described as a petite woman. Under her arm was tucked a very wiggly black and white Lhasa Apso/Shih Tzu cross.

Lt. (j.g.) Janvier & Enj, CMO

Of the things James had prepared himself for on the Dresden, actual dogs had not been on the list. He gaped at the closed door for a moment before pulling himself back together. Making a fool of himself could wait until shore leave. Right now he had a senior officer to meet, and gaping like a backwater buffoon wasn’t going to make him any friends. The engineer chuckled to himself, amused that all it took to lose his decorum was a surprise pet.

He heard a muffled “Enter” before the doors to the CMO’s office slid open and revealed an interior that still surprised the junior officer despite James preparing himself. The dog bed and toys weren’t completely expected and neither was the container of dog treats that caught his eye. James’ shock made the new officer feel exactly like an FNG despite having been in the fleet for years. Was two years of officer training enough to make him completely lose his unflappable nature? He pondered it for a moment before shoving it down, not willing to waste more time on pointless rumination. Dog or no dog, strange office or no strange office, he was to report in and make a good impression.

The engineer stepped into the nice office, taking a moment to glance at the graduation honors award and the medical texts covering her desk. He was surprised to see how young the CMO was and mentally raised his estimation of the woman. Either someone really liked her, or she had the chops to hack being CMO on a vessel as big as the Dresden, and he was always one to assume competence unless proven otherwise.

James came to attention in front of her desk and smiled. “Ensign Mason reporting to Medical, ma’am.” He paused for a moment, and continued, looking down at the wiggly little dog. “Nice to meet you as well.”

Ensign Mason, Engineering

“Welcome aboard Ensign,” the doctor smiled, setting the dog on the ground once she was sure the door was fully shut behind him. The last thing she wanted in the middle of a meet and greet was to look unprofessional as she chased Enj through Sickbay. Even as she lowered him to the floor his feet were already moving so that the moment she released him he was off, around her desk, and happily sniffing around Mason’s feet.

“If he’s too much of a bother, just send him to bed,” Elaine waved a hand vaguly in the direction of the bed on the floor. “Enj is very friendly, though, he won’t harm you…” she paused, “Unless, maybe you’re a tribble.” she joked, pulling out his medical file and scanning through it quickly to boost her memory. With every new file she recieved she made a habit of reading them almost as soon as she had recieved them. But with all the reports she had been having to sift through recently she would be darned if she could remember any of the reports without referencing their file at least once. Unfortunately, as talented as she was, she did not have an eidedic memory. Thankfully it didn’t take her long to refamiliarize herself with the information once she’d read a couple key words.

Lt. (j.g.) Janvie, CMO & Enj

OOC: If there’s anything note worthy in his medical file, feel free to write it in. Otherwise, I’ll assume he has a normal medical history :)

~ Cass

James couldn’t hold back the smile that crept across his face as the small canine snuffled around him. There was earnest happiness in its actions that turned the office from a professional workplace to something cozier and far more inviting. The casual manner that the CMO invited him in and the short spiel she gave him on ‘Enj’ only solidified that feeling. He paused at her comment before deciding to joke back. “I’ll have you know that I’m thirty-nine tribbles in a Starfleet uniform.”

Elaine glanced up from his records, and lightly shook her head as Enj investigated all the smells surrounding. “You sure fooled us,” she chuckled, focusing back on the mans records.

His gut sank just a bit as the CMO continued to peruse his records. The likelihood of her skimming past the portions involving his… laundry list of medical visits were disappearing like free resources before a Ferengi the longer she looked. The number of times that he’d been sent to medical to deal with fractured knuckles from ‘shifting machinery’ during his earliest years in Starfleet had been extensive. Then he’d come back missing a tooth and sporting several lacerations and a dislocated shoulder that had earned him the fiercest dressing down he’d ever earned. Doc Lopez had been completely done with his shenanigans and let him know in no uncertain terms. That in tandem with some of the best buddies this side of the Fleet he’d stopped looking for fights. Unfortunately, his pent up frustration had needed a vent of some kind, and he’d turned to portside rotgut. His affair with the bottle had lasted for two long years that saw him busted down a rank and spiraling out of control.

However, things had changed when he woke up in the hospital after having an alcohol blood level of 0.27%. Doc Lopez had been there, and she’d simply talked with him. The woman had navigated his burgeoning machismo and denial to give him the stern talking to that hadn’t sunk in the first time. He’d been checked into rehab right out of medical, and it was only by Doctor Lopez and Senior Chief Jackson’s recommendation he hadn’t been punted out of Starfleet altogether.

The engineer had been careful to avoid Medical in the future, but he hadn’t been able to escape it entirely. He’d been on the aging USS Bonchune, and one of the plasma conduits had ruptured. The next hour and a half had been a frantic scramble to save the vessel that had seen him burned, broken, and bleeding. That had been his longest stint in the med bay not including rehab. Realizing that his wish for a quiet intro to medical may have been broken the engineer did his best not to sigh. It was a Monday, wasn’t it?

Engineer James Mason, Engineering

As a Chief Medical Officer Elaine was privy to lots of private information, and while most of it was just basic medical information every now and then a person would have a file that was so personal that even she felt uncomfortable reading them or touched her on a personal level. The Dresden seemed to be a magnet for records of either type a or type b. Ensign Mason’s record was one of the rarerer records that touched on both. Her own battle with the bottle wasn’t the same. She had been in her teens when her father had died and she had learned that the precious parents she’d been waiting on her whole life had long forgotten her. Her father had loved her (his eldest) so much she hadn’t even been invited to his funeral. His new wife, and their children didn’t even know she existed. It had stung and she had just discovered alcohol, at the time it had been the answer to all her problems.

Although she hadn’t thought it at the time, being underage had done her a favour. It’s limited access meant she wasn’t always able to drink as much as she wanted and had been able to disguse her problem as ‘teenage rebellion.’ She had been lucky, that someone had straightend her up before she had landed herself in the hospital. Though their efforts had been more callous than they should have been, she couldn’t deny the results. She had curbed her problem, joined Star Fleet and become a doctor. A role she’d found she loved. With a touch of pride for the man she had only just met, she was sure James had done the same. Though from the looks of him, it seemed as if the man didn’t share the sentiment.

A part of her wanted to say something, but she had more tact than that. It wasn’t her place to pry. “The Security department might be the one that visits the most but they don’t hold a candle to the scale of injuries Engineers find themselves with,” Janvier commented lightly, a soft smile on her face showing Mason that whatever she had read in his record she wasn’t judging him for. She shrugged, “I shouldn’t complain, at least they show up when they need medical attention… eventually. Which is more than I can say for my own department.”

Lt. (j.g.) Janvier, CMO

The light jab that the CMO threw at the Security department coaxed a hearty chuckle before it turned sheepish as she pointed the finger at Engineering for hurting themselves something fierce. Thankfully though she wasn’t immediately commenting on his medical record which boded well for him. Her final poke at her own department coaxed another chuckle from the stocky man and a nod. This is better than I’d hoped. Now to just not frag it up.

“Doctors and nurses make for the worst patients?” he inquired, going along with the flow of conversation. It was a welcome change from the way the check-in could have gone, and he was determined to make a good impression. After all, you only got one shot at the first time. “Something something ‘they know their limits’, something something ‘they’ll be just fine’ or other malarkey along those lines?”

James Mason, Engineering