After the floods had died down Paul sat down in his chair at his desk and stretched. He hated the start of a mission with everyone coming in for check ins and randomly a yeoman who wanted to know if Paul would remove a rather…unfortunate tattoo that he had received in a drunken bet with some buddies.

Absently Paul rubbed the scars on his arms and reaching up he removed his glasses and dropped them onto the desk. His eyes flickered to the bottle of scotch the captain had left on his desk. Now relocated to the shelf. No, it was too early for that. Much too early. Instead he cleaned his glasses and put them back on before turning to update the computer records.

Doc Hudson
CMO

Ooc: anyone wanna join me? :)