Post by ensverityhu on Apr 23, 2010 14:15:34 GMT -6
Verity was trying to familiarize herself with parts of the ship that she was going to have to frequent often, which was why she was in one of the sickbays. Because of the Narada Crisis, she hadn’t had a proper tour of the Enterprise; all of the cadets had been hustled into their respective areas and told to listen to superior officers, which, in the end, turned out to be their former classmates if you wanted to get picky about it. It was strange how suddenly control could slip from hand to hand in Starfleet; Verity hadn’t known that command of a starship could be passed so easily from hand to hand to hand in a matter of days. It was a somewhat unsettling thought.
Quiet and focused on being observant, Verity slipped toward the back of the sickbay. Although she didn’t plan to spend any extensive time as a patient, definitely not, her field of study did occasionally fall into the medical field. It was probably a good idea to become familiar with the sickbays in case she was needed there for any reason, and while they were on shore leave, the sickbays weren’t busy so she wasn’t in anyone’s way. In Verity’s mind, being a bother was high up on her list of things to not do. Besides, the curious part of her didn’t mind poking around; some of the best tech was in the sickbay and even though she wasn’t very technologically-inclined, she could appreciate it.
She absently tugged a bit at the corner of her dark blue skirt, willing it to be a little longer. Although she technically wasn’t on duty, she had decided to wear her uniform since it showed that she was, indeed, a Starfleet officer and science-oriented so she sort of belonged in the sickbay, to a degree. She was also hoping that by wearing the embarrassing…um, regulation uniform, no one would demand to know why she was there.
In a corridor in the back of the sickbay, a room marked with symbols of pharmacology caught her eyes. Most of the medicines would be kept in there, and if Verity was correct, any herbal medicines would be here as well. She made her way over to the door; if she was instructed to take herbs from the sickbay or to take herbs here, this room would be probably be the place she was supposed to go. A piece of paper, rare on a Starship where most messages were sent electronically, was on the floor near the door. Someone must have dropped it and forgotten about it. Verity picked it up and folded it up without reading it since it’d be impolite to read someone else’s note. She tucked the paper into her pocket and pressed an access code into the door. It opened with its customary swhoosh, and Verity went it, the door sliding closed behind her.
She perused the shelves for a few minutes, recalling what she had learned in pharmacology classes as she read some of the labels. Everything was packed away very efficiently, and she eventually found the area where the herbal medicines were stored. These weren’t needed by a majority of the people visiting sickbay, but there were crew members who still practiced traditional medicines such as TCM and Ayueveda, so a supply was kept for them. Verity would help add to the stock if it ever became depleted or someone asked her. When she was finished with her small scale investigation of the room, she went back to the door…which didn’t let her out when she pressed the release pad. Verity tried the release again. The door didn’t move.
Verity stepped back from the door, eyes widened in concern. It had worked fine when she had come into the room, what was wrong now? She bit her lip and pressed the release pad three times in a row.
Nothing happened.
Oh no, oh… Verity quickly pulled the little paper note out of her pocket and unfolded it. Sure enough, it was a warning. The circuitry was broken on this side; if you were going to enter, you had to put something between the door and the wall to make sure it didn’t shut you in since there would be no way to get out. The note must’ve fallen off the door, and then…why hadn’t she just looked at the silly piece of paper? Sighing, Verity folded it up again and put it into her pocket. She didn’t have a communicator with her, so there was no way to communicate with the outside besides the old-fashioned way.
She started to knock on the door but decided to tap first instead, hoping that someone was nearby. This was so embarrassing…
“Um, is anyone out there?”
Maybe someone would hear her. Maybe. She called a little louder, or at least louder for her, and knocked on the door again. Someone had to be around the sickbay even if they were on shore leave…right?
Quiet and focused on being observant, Verity slipped toward the back of the sickbay. Although she didn’t plan to spend any extensive time as a patient, definitely not, her field of study did occasionally fall into the medical field. It was probably a good idea to become familiar with the sickbays in case she was needed there for any reason, and while they were on shore leave, the sickbays weren’t busy so she wasn’t in anyone’s way. In Verity’s mind, being a bother was high up on her list of things to not do. Besides, the curious part of her didn’t mind poking around; some of the best tech was in the sickbay and even though she wasn’t very technologically-inclined, she could appreciate it.
She absently tugged a bit at the corner of her dark blue skirt, willing it to be a little longer. Although she technically wasn’t on duty, she had decided to wear her uniform since it showed that she was, indeed, a Starfleet officer and science-oriented so she sort of belonged in the sickbay, to a degree. She was also hoping that by wearing the embarrassing…um, regulation uniform, no one would demand to know why she was there.
In a corridor in the back of the sickbay, a room marked with symbols of pharmacology caught her eyes. Most of the medicines would be kept in there, and if Verity was correct, any herbal medicines would be here as well. She made her way over to the door; if she was instructed to take herbs from the sickbay or to take herbs here, this room would be probably be the place she was supposed to go. A piece of paper, rare on a Starship where most messages were sent electronically, was on the floor near the door. Someone must have dropped it and forgotten about it. Verity picked it up and folded it up without reading it since it’d be impolite to read someone else’s note. She tucked the paper into her pocket and pressed an access code into the door. It opened with its customary swhoosh, and Verity went it, the door sliding closed behind her.
She perused the shelves for a few minutes, recalling what she had learned in pharmacology classes as she read some of the labels. Everything was packed away very efficiently, and she eventually found the area where the herbal medicines were stored. These weren’t needed by a majority of the people visiting sickbay, but there were crew members who still practiced traditional medicines such as TCM and Ayueveda, so a supply was kept for them. Verity would help add to the stock if it ever became depleted or someone asked her. When she was finished with her small scale investigation of the room, she went back to the door…which didn’t let her out when she pressed the release pad. Verity tried the release again. The door didn’t move.
Verity stepped back from the door, eyes widened in concern. It had worked fine when she had come into the room, what was wrong now? She bit her lip and pressed the release pad three times in a row.
Nothing happened.
Oh no, oh… Verity quickly pulled the little paper note out of her pocket and unfolded it. Sure enough, it was a warning. The circuitry was broken on this side; if you were going to enter, you had to put something between the door and the wall to make sure it didn’t shut you in since there would be no way to get out. The note must’ve fallen off the door, and then…why hadn’t she just looked at the silly piece of paper? Sighing, Verity folded it up again and put it into her pocket. She didn’t have a communicator with her, so there was no way to communicate with the outside besides the old-fashioned way.
She started to knock on the door but decided to tap first instead, hoping that someone was nearby. This was so embarrassing…
“Um, is anyone out there?”
Maybe someone would hear her. Maybe. She called a little louder, or at least louder for her, and knocked on the door again. Someone had to be around the sickbay even if they were on shore leave…right?