Posted by Lieutenant Commander T’Aria (XO / Navigation Officer) in XO’s Quarters - We Weren’t Supposed to Meet This Way… (Tag CMO)

Posted by Lieutenant Symar (Chief Medical Officer) in XO’s Quarters - We Weren’t Supposed to Meet This Way… (Tag CMO)

Posted by Lieutenant Symar (Chief Medical Officer) in XO’s Quarters - We Weren’t Supposed to Meet This Way… (Tag CMO)
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— T’Aria, XO

Symar gestured for T’Aria to exit the turbolift in front of him and fell into step beside her, “My father has recently been experiencing difficulties with the Pon Farr, more specifically, going through the Pon Farr several times in the space of what would usually be the normal period. so I often return to Vulcan to attempt treatments I have come across during my research.”

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

T’Aria shot Symar a sympathetic look but made no mention of his father’s… uncomfortable condition. She stiffened. It was a private, often unspoken topic that she intended to keep between them. “Have your treatments alleviated his symptoms?” She asked, concern touching her tone. The question led them to her door where she turned to face her companion. “Would you care to join me for tea, or is this where we’ll part ways?”

— T’Aria, XO

“Unfortunately,” Symar said, “The treatments I have come up with so far only relieve my father’s symptoms for a short period.” As T’Aria approached the door to her quarters and asked the question of him, the Vulcan inclined his head and added, “Tea would be.... favourable.”

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

T’Aria wore a hint of a frown, abstaining from her habitual ‘how can I help?’ She was a physician, yes, but hearts were structured a little different than brains. “Please,” she cocked her head to the door that swished open before him, “come in.”

Frigid, whitewash halls gave way to an oasis. Tapestries of varied shades of crimson clung to the walls, their golden tassels pining for the rugs below. Around the bend, couches were replaced by ample embroidered cushions and low-rise wood tables. A subtle, salty scent wafted to the air, nostalgic for anyone who knew the Voroth Sea.

“Have a seat,” T’Aria lifted a hand to the cushions. “What’s your flavour of tea?”

— T’Aria, XO

Symar inclined his head in thanks and stepped across the threshold into the room. Once asked, he took a seat at the first of the low rise tables and said, ‘There is a blend from my home in the mountains that I find stimulates concentration in an effective way, may I program it into your food replicator?’

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

“Hmm,” T’Aria released a sharp, inquisitive breath and stepped aside, “by all means.” Herbal remedies fascinated T’Aria in her youth, but she admittedly knew little about them. So, with a great deal of interest dancing in her eyes, T’Aria went to fetch a pair of teacups.

— T’Aria

Crossing over to the replicator, Symar added, “I found that when my Father sampled this particular blend during the early stages of his treatment, he seemed to be able to control his emotions in a stronger fashion than before.” The CMO handed the CO a cup and sat, legs crossed, at the table in his room.

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Science Officer-

bumping for myself

OOC: Welcome back! I have tea! ;)

-Kieron-

OOC: Yum!!
IC:

“Thank you.” T’Aria carried the mug to her lips, relishing the subtle warmth radiating from its belly. Its taste was strangely familiar. Sweet, tainted by bitterness. “I take it you and your father are close,” she observed when setting the mug to rest atop the table.

— T’Aria, XO

“We…” Symar paused, trying to find the most logical analogy, “Were. Since he became ill, it has been hard for him to supress emotional outbursts.”

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

T’Aria quenched her ambiguity with a swash of tea. Should I ask? She studied the rusted liquid that sloshed against the walls of its prison. Leave it? For Vulcans, candour was acceptable and widely appreciated. But T’Aria knew—intimately—the fine line between acceptable and comfortable. Was it hers to cross?

“Ah,” T’Aria tiptoed around it, “how are you dealing with the change?”

She had no desire to ignore his comment nor imply it meant nothing to her. It carried weight, but it was a kind she didn’t know how to approach without putting him in a vulnerable position. Perhaps she was overthinking this… it was, after all, one of her best qualities.

— T’Aria

Symar arched an eyebrow and placed the tea cup back on his desk, “I consider him to be a patient more than a relative at this point, it would be illogical of me to let my emotions get the better of me.” As the converstion progressed further, Symar noted that the emotion he was feeling was beginning to come back under control.

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

BUMP

-Kieron-

Fleeting wrinkles gathered between her eyebrows, but they disappeared long before most would catch them. T’Aria knew this connection—this emotional tether—was the precise reason Federation systems prohibited physicians from taking relatives into their care. There was bias and bias was dangerous. But Symar engaged in a unique situation where she had to wonder: was emotion an inhibition or an advantage? When she spoke, there was a deceiving absentmindedness about her tone that didn’t match her thoughts. “What are your plans for the evening?”

— T’Aria, XO

Symar looked up, a nonchalant look on his face, “Aside from further research, I have no logical reason to stay awake at this hour, unless you require something of me Commander?”

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-