Holodecks, Not Just for Fun

Posted on Fri Apr 15th, 2022 @ 6:53pm by Lieutenant F'Arra MD

Mission: Lower Decks

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Lieutenant F’Arra stepped into the Holodeck, offering a command to the computer to lock the doors.

“Computer, I need a shower.”

< “Specify. Sonic, or water?” >

“Water, pleasa.” She could feel the ice cream already turning into a semi dry goop in her hair, fur. All over. Bloody toddler.

An ornate collection of shower booths appeared around her. White marble tiles, and cubicles, complete with a white curtain that hung from a rail.

F’Arra appreciated that little touch as she slowly removed her labcoat, and uniform, the half-tail swishing as she stepped into the cubicle, and pulled the curtain closed.

A shelf was inside the cubicle, complete with soap, both as a bar, and a liquid, with a plunge dispenser. The Caitian turned on the water, as hot as she could stand it, and began by letting the water run through the strands of white, chocolate, and chestnut. Why in the name of Gre’thor had she even agreed to this assignment?

Scratching at a particular clump of congealed ice cream, F’Arra applied some soap, trying to loosen it.

She had accepted, because Captain Skyie had requested her. F’Arra remembered that day, when two patients had beamed into the Infirmary, and a third had to be all but carried by Security. What a great day that had been. First Dr. Chambers calls in sick, making F’Arra take the man’s shift, then all shit goes to hell in a matter of minutes.

Her hand now free of the crap, she went to work on her hair and ear, a lovely parting gift from the small child.

Security had never found the guy that the marine – Lieutenant Marko-something – had beaten up. Then the woman went and got herself kicked out by getting into a bar fight with the security. F’Arra just shook her head. “Marines have less brains than a Klingon.” She muttered to herself, desperately trying to get a small glob off her ear.

“I hope Chambers picked up Tenesian worms.” She muttered darkly, tracing the line of cause and event from covering the man’s shift, to being here, now, getting ice cream out of her fur.

It took the better part of an hour when she was finally done. A small clump was still matted into the fur on her ear, and F’Arra worried she’d just need to shave that little bit off. She’d deal with that later, after her shift.

Getting dried, and dressed, the doctor settled the labcoat back over her shoulder, checked that all the equipment was still in the pockets, and headed back to sickbay.

It was a short walk, and soon the Caitian found herself at home, breezing through the doors.

“Hey, Doc.” One of the Nurses greeted her with a smile. “How’s the babysitting business?”

F’Arra ignored the man, heading to her office. It was his next comment, however, that made her stop, and turn.

“You got a little… on your ear.” The man reached a finger to point.

“You drop that finger, Ensign, or so help me, I’ll surgically remove it.” With that, she entered her office, wondering exactly what else could go wrong in the day.

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