Posted by Civilian Rollin (Chief of Psychiatry) in pre-sim - Sickbay - Boarding Physical
Rollin never ‘strolled’ anywhere. They pranced, skipped, twirled, glided, occasionally they flitted, but they never merely ‘strolled.’ Today, they glided down the corridors toward the sickbay. The doors parted and as if on a cloud, Rollin floated into the room. Their white chiffon robes gently floated down and settled at their feet. “Who has the honor of inspecting all of this?” They asked the room, their hands indicating their body. “Who’s the lucky doctor, today?” They asked, smiling naughtily, their eyes twinkling with mischief.

-Rollin, CoP

Isyme lingered in the company of a Bolian adorned in Engineering gold. She lifted an eyebrow at the mended wrist fastened to their chest, terrified it might pop off if they loosed their grip, and listened to their restless chatter. When they stopped, she adopted a smirk and playfully jabbed her thumb at their cradled hand. Chagrined laughter absorbed the space between them, but it managed to ease their tension into a smile. She hoisted a hand to their shoulder and muttered a parting solace, then released them to the corridor beyond.

Siaqir’s gaze traced their fleeting figure, but it was soon distracted by the spirited, robe-clad Deltan who emerged moments later. Amusement infected her being as she approached and extended a calloused blue hand. “I suppose I’m the lucky doc,” she grinned somewhat impishly, “Isyme Siaqir. And you are?”

— Dr Siaqir, ACMO