Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Nikki Brako (Chief of Operations) in Infirmary - Check In

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Nikki Brako (Chief of Operations) in Infirmary - Check In
Nikki took the stairs. The infirmary, being off the promenade, was not far and he wanted to avoid the lift. Partly he didn’t like lifts and partly that he wanted to nose around as much as he could on this station to get to know it. It wasn’t as ‘old’ as he thought and thought he saw from the outside but it had this strange ‘something borrowed, something blue’ feel to it, like a dancer that just wasn’t in synch with the rest of the team. He’d woken up with his shoulder aching and figured that was time enough to get his physical over with. Was there a good massage joint on the promenade?

Entering the infirmary his nose crinkled. No matter how good (or bad) the air filters were hospitals still smelled like hospitals. He didn’t like them. Another thing he didn’t like but that was for a different reason than lifts. His gran had died in one. There were many sensory smells that gave Nikki a boost - the smell of a rainforest, or a good cigar, or a woman - but this was never a good one. Moving to the reception, Nikki said to the kid behind the counter. “Brako. Not scheduled but wonderin if I could get me physical in now.” He had left his cigar behind again. Now he found he missed it.
- Brako, OPS

OOC: Bump x2 .. Gene