Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Michael Jameson (Chief Engineer) in Sickbay - New CE Arrival

Posted by Ensign Harry Simons (Doctor) in Sickbay - New CE Arrival

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Michael Jameson (Chief Engineer) in Sickbay - New CE Arrival
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Michael arrived in sickbay, more nervous ticks than man. “Ummm. Michael Jameson, Chief Engineer. Reporting for boarding physical.” If anyone heard him, they scarcely showed any sign. Then again, he had been speaking at something akin to a whisper. He scratched the back of his head, tugged at his collar, loosening and dropping one of his rank pips. He quickly reaffixed it before approaching the nearest medical uniform, not checking who was in it. “Um. I’m Chief Engineer, the new Michael Jameson. Or Michael Jameson, new Chief Engineer.” Someone, please put me out of my misery. he thought.

-Lt(j.g.) Michael Jameson, CE

OOC: Welcome aboard, Sam!

Krys

OOC: Hi Sam, great to have you with us!

IC: Nurse Kylie sighed and turned around, twiddling her hair and chewing gum. “You what?” she asked rudely as she peered at him. “You want one of those exam thingies right?” she peered over at Gong’da who was still working on the young Klingon and she couldn’t see Harry anywhere so she sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “I dunno, the docs do all that fancy stuff…I expect one will be over eventually…” she sighed and wandered aimlessly off to the other side of sickbay where she stood staring at a blank screen pretending to work.

Having just awoken from his concussion, Ensign Bob was feeling pretty chipper. As he came to he noticed a lost looking chap stood nervously in the middle of the room so he decided since he had done such a stellar job helping with the young Klingon earlier, he figured he should probably help out a bit more whilst he was on a roll. He picked up what looked like a medical tricorder and strolled over to Lt Jameson with a dashing smile. “Ah, welcome Lt, here for a physical are you?” he asked brightly.

Mother Hen (GM)

“Yes. Um, just boarding the ship. You know how it is, procedure and all.” At this point Michael’s inner monologue chimed in Great conversation. Really stellar. Can’t talk to anything that isn’t a hypospanner.

-Lt(j.g.) Michael Jameson, CE

Ensign Bob clapped his hands. “Ah yes, excellent!” he chirped as he picked up at interesting looking instrument and waved it around as he talked. “You see for me it’s all about doing something for your fellow man…” he started before noticing his stomach was rumbling. “Please do excuse me for one minute…” he said as he passed the instrument he was holding to Jameson and wandered towards the replicator. He tapped a few buttons then returned with a steaming hot cheese and ham toastie and took a quick bite before setting it down beside him. He turned back to Jameson and slapped his hand to his forehead. “My goodness, I’m so sorry, how very rude of me, did you want a bite?” he asked, thrusting the half eaten toastie out to the CE.

Mother Hen (GM)

OOC: I should probably point out to you that this is not actually a doctor, he’s a hapless nutter with a concussion, you may want to run away before he starts performing elective surgery on you! :)

Michael stared at the man for a moment as though he were speaking in tongues. “I… I think I’ll pass. You know, you seem occupied with your lunch. I’ll just find another doctor.” He started to back away. God help me. “Excuse me. Is there a doctor in the house?”

-Lt(j.g.) Michael Jameson, CE

Harry had been looking for Ensign Bob for a while. The ensign had so far given him the slip a number of times. Everytime the computer told the red haired doctor that he was getting close to his missing patient, Bob seemed to elude him. Harry had followed Bob from bow to stern and back via every route on a number of decks several times over. Giving up he headed back towards sickbay to think of another way of finding the Ensign without involving security. If security got involved questions would be asked which would almost certainly end his chances of promotion…

-Harry

Spotting Harry enter sickbay, Bob squeaked and ducked behind the biobed. He looked up at Jameson and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, great idea, I think there’s a doc free over there…” he replied as he waved his hand over the top of the biobed in Harry’s direction before crawling away on all fours.

Mother Hen (GM)

“Th-thank you.” Michael stared a moment longer at the spot where the Ensign had been standing. He couldn’t be… No… This ship wouldn’t have… God only knows what Starfleet does. He walked towards Harry. “Um. Excuse me. Are you a doctor? I know that’s an odd question, but…” he looked back “I was just dealing with someone in a medical uniform who seemed to have nothing to do with the medical profession.” At least not the practice of it.

-Michael Jameson, CE

“I am Doctor Simons,” the young, red haired ensign replied, “And there’s no such thing as an odd question on this ship.”

“Wait was this chap about so tall?” Harry asked indicating Bob’s height with his hand, “And overly happy?..”

-Harry

Michael nodded, that was about the right height. As for his happiness, “To the point where he seemed like a mental patient.”

-Lt(j.g.) Michael Jameson, CE

“C’mon. We gotta find him, Harry asked, “Where’d he go?”

-Harry