Appointments

Posted on Sun Jul 22nd, 2018 @ 4:27pm by Commander Cor Cordale & Telar Orin & Gunnery Sergeant Val Seran

Mission: Trills and Thrills
Location: Officer's Mess
Timeline: Current

With his temporary quarters set up, and everything set to his liking it was time for him to do the task he was summoned to perform. "Cypruss, if you'd do the honors?" the Dalacari medical practitioner asked his drone assistant. The gold and white humanoid figure gave a nod, "Certainly sir." as the drone made its way to the wall panel and accessed the communications hub, as instructed.

"Locating. Locating. Ahhh, there she is." and the drone opened the comm line. "Gunnery Sergeant Val Seran, this is administrative life assistant Cypruss Three Three, assigned to Dr. Telar Orin. Dr. Orin is a Dalacari health care specialist who was requested on the behalf of a citizen in need." the drone started, sounding as professional and empathetic as its circuits would permit. "Dr. Orin would like to schedule you for a meeting to discuss assistance through your most recent ordeal, and can work with your current schedule. When would be a convenient time and place to schedule a meeting?"

It took a moment for a reply to come, and even then the trained ear of a Dalacari psychology specialist would be able to tell something was wrong. The words just didn't flow. The reply came in Dalacari. "Any time is fine, Cypruss. Maybe some office or another, since Starfleet Marine quarters aren't exactly set up to receive Dalacari visitors and their drones."

Cypruss, being well versed in the Dalacari language, had no trouble or issue with replying in kind. "Dr. Orin will be informed of a non-preference towards a meeting time, and a recommendation for an office. Please hold." and the drone turned to face the good Doctor to tell him of the response. Dr. Orin could be heard nearby, as he was in the background of the video conference. "Let's set it for the food court in, say, one Federation hour." was the Doctor's response. Cypruss then turned back to the conversation with Seran. "Will the food court in one standard Federation hour work?"

That gave Val at least some time to prepare, shower, get properly dressed. Truth be told she'd let herself go a bit since returning from the away mission and was looking a bit of a slob. "That's fine, Cypruss." she replied. "I'll be there, food court, one hour."

"Dr. Orin will be informed of the appointment's acceptance. Food Court, One Hour." Cypruss repeated, "Have a pleasant day, citizen. Good day." and the contact was terminated.

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Dr. Orin had little difficulty finding the food court, with the computer's aid of course. While it was a far cry from Tee Eee Cee Thirty Three, it certainly performed its task admirably. With that, the twin forms of the Dalacari medic found something to eat and a glass each to quench a thirst, while Cypruss had a tray with a plate, a fork and knife, and an empty glass. For appearances. There, the three forms would wait at a table with an excellent view out through the portholes, to the ever racing expanse of the universe streaking by.

Gunnery Sergeant Val Seran made her way inside only about five minutes too late, looking a little bit out of sorts. She was wearing her Dalacari military uniform, but only the base components. Uniform, belt, boots - having left the other components in her quarters. Unlike most Dalacari, Val's two bioforms were not identical. One had an obviously artificial arm, the other was wearing a black mourning armband, significying that she was married, and her spouse was a single.

"Doctor Orin?" she spoke in Dalacari. "Val Seran." was added, offering a hand. She gave a nod at the intricate and rather elegant robotic assistant as well. "Cypruss."

Telar gave a pair of smiles as he made Val's company, standing as he took her hand in his. "It's a pleasure to meet you. It must be overwhelming being so far from home with such odd company. Go get something to eat, I hear the Federation's fabricators are almost up to Dalacari standards." he said with a smile. Cypruss gave a nod in return to Val as it was acknowledged, and as she approached it stood as well. "Please, citizen, relax and sit. Whatever you need from the fabricators, say it."

Orin actually chuckled, "I'd be lost without you Cypruss, though possibly in much better physical shape." he joked to his assistant drone, before turning his full attention back to Val Seran and motioned to the two chairs opposite his three.

"Just some - ... Orange juice. Please. Cypruss." Val barely managed a sentence. Both of her sat down as indicated. She took a moment to gather herself before speaking again. "Thank you for coming over in - " Focus shift. " - such short notice, Dr Orin. I wasn't looking forward to a trip to Dalacar." She held up the one arm with the mourning armband. "I have baggage there."

Cypruss gave a nod of its head in compliance, and made its way over to the replicator stations. Dr. Orin remained, and as she sat he took his seats as well. "I understand completely, and don't worry about the notice. My schedule was clear and Cypruss was very insistent that I take the opportunity to travel and see the universe. Plus, I hear the Federation is entirely..."

"... composed of singular instance life. Sad, but fascinating at the same time. But observing them comes secondary." he dismissed his scientific curiosity. "You and I will focus on getting you back to where you should be, psychologically speaking." his dedication to the cause was present in his voice. Though his pitch was interrupted by Cypruss' return. "Dr. Orin, did you realize how dreadful these replicators are?" it asked, as it gently presented Val with a pair of glasses of orange juice.

"We're on the frontier now, Cypruss. We have to make due with less." Orin said with a smirk. Through the years of service, Orin's drone had picked up a number of expected phrases and notions that could be used in conversation. Orin turned back to Val after the ice breaker. "There are a few techniques that yield positive results that I'd like to try that shouldn't need to take you off..."

"... the ship, so the familiar setting will certainly help. If the situation calls for a more advanced option, my shuttle is more of a mobile therapy center than a transport. All the comforts of home." he said with a pair of smiles. "We'll get you..."

"... through this. Together."

"Thank you." Val said upon receiving her orange juice. "Replicators aren't so bad. Better than the - " She hadn't caught on yet that Cypruss was just making conversation; as an assistant drone he had very little concept of quality of food. " - standard Type IV Dalacari field ration at least."

At Dr Orin's comment Val shook both heads a bit. "You needn't feel sad for the Federation races. They may be single individuals, but they - " One form took a sip as the other took over talking, though not as seamless as normally. " - manage to be as rich of personality and full of soul as we are." And back again. "We're the exception out here, though they do have a race that has some sort of symbiotic - "

" - thing going on, I don't quite understand how it works. Trill, they are called." A pause then, as Val slumped both sets of shoulders. "I'll welcome any help you can give me. I'm at my wit's end."

The good doctor gave a pair of nods. He'd look into this "Trill" race later. Right now, his concern was Val. "I'll look into them later, once you're back and well. You have my full attention, and my full schedule. After we eat, we'll start putting you back together. Psychologically speaking, that is."

She heaved two sighs, closing her eyes, unable to slump her shoulders any more. Instead, two bodies slumped, in expectation of relied. "I would love that very much."