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Stardate: 58207.29 1550

Jelly strutted through the corridors wondering why it was so empty. Sure most people had 'jobs' or something to do, but what was the point of squeezing into an already skin-tight uniform that was three sizes too small if nobody was around to see it? =At least my makeup looks good= Jelly consoled herself. And it should, for all practical purposes it was permanent. Not that she couldn't take it off at any time, but it would never smear or smudge or leave marks. It let her get away with a very 'extravagant' appearance. Male officers never seemed to object.

=Ah good, here comes somebody!= Jelly thought happily as the doors to sickbay opened and out stepped...=Oh god what the blazers is THAT?= Jelly quickly ducked off to one side and let the big marine pass by. She held her very thin waist to keep from being sick. =Doesn't he knew we can fix that?= Jelly thought in disbelief. =Gosh that uniform us bulging every where= =I hope he doesn’t talk to me= But Jelly's fears were not realized, as the big marine was preoccupied with the thoughts of his examination and did not even notice the skulking rich girl.

Jelly pranced down the hall and opened the doors to sickbay. It wasn't hard to guess who she was supposed to talk to there was only one person there. Correction 2 persons. =And what the hell is that smell?= Jelly's gorgeous perfectly shaped nose wrinkled at the smell of oranges.

"Hey, are you Dane?" Jelly asked the taller red haired woman, completely ignoring the other woman =God, she could use some help too= Jelly thought. =Cut away about twenty pounds, get those eyes fixed up, maybe pump up the boobs a little...really need to so something with those shoulders....nice hair though=

Jelly was always thinking of how to make people better looking, despite half a millennia of feminist thought Jelly was still rather unenlightened about the way a woman should appear. Cosmetic surgery was one of the things she really excelled at, probably because it was the only field she personally related to. "I'm supposed to give you this." She held out the little electronic card that explained she had been transferred here.

Before Teilani even had a chance to read it Jelly blurted out with "Who put this crap on?" And she waved her perfectly manicured green fingernails in the air to indicate the music.

Challenges #6"
By: Jelly Goldman (npc) , Nurse , [NPC]
Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58207.29 1600

Location : Sickbay

"Hey, are you Dane?" Jelly asked the taller red haired woman, completely ingoring other woman. =snip= "I'm supposed to give you this." She held out the little electronic card that explained she had been transferred here.

Teilani looked up from the final notes she was inputting and found herself holding her jaw in place for a second time in less than an hour. Perhaps it was something about the ship- that they were recruiting colourful exotic people for this particular mission- but this one the doctor couldn't even assign a natural race to by looking at her. The woman before her looked to perfect, too tailored, too wildly colourful to be anything other than a life sized glamour doll: complete with painted on clothes and perfect pouf hair. It was nearly disconcerting.

"Yes, I'm Doctor Dane.."

Before Teilani even had a chance to read it Jelly blurted out with "Who put this crap on?" And she waved her perfectly manicured green fingernails in the air to indicate the music. Teilani raised a dark red brow. Either the woman had sterling scores etched across the chit she'd just given her or she really wasn't worried about making a first impression. "That would be my music Miss.. " She glanced at the orders ".. Goldenman." Her gaze followed down the card for a moment until it reached the end of the first break. After that she decided the rest would be read in private where she could bang her head against the wall in frustration without interruptions. Those certainly weren't sterling marks... More like recesses. Big. Bold. Black Recesses. There had to be a mistake.

Either way she'd handle it. Or Miss Goldenman would handle it as the case may be. Plain old medical didn't look ritzy enough to hold the attention of the buffed and polished young woman. But if her orders didn't change she'd have to get used to it fast enough.

"Nurse Goldenman, nice to meet you. Welcome to your new workplace. I believe the desk there to the right near the entrance is your private workspace. But as I'm sure you know, the roam of medical is where you'll probably be spending most of your time." Teilani waved a large hand towards the doorway, a small jade ring was her hands' only adornment. No polish. No bracelets.

"Gloria Whiting." She said, motioning over to the other woman in the room. "If you need to know anything, she will be the one you can turn too.”

"Yeah whatever." Jelly waved off the introduction to Gloria as if it was not at all important. "You actually listen to this garbage?" Jelly pointed out. "Geez." She winced as if it was physically hurting her multi-pierced ears. "You know I have some music I bought with me, could maybe liven up the place a little?"

She turned and looked at her desk. "What I don't get my own office? What kind of crap is that?" Jelly said with disgusted disbelief as she sat down in the chair to test it out.

"Hey listen can you tell me where I go to get a bigger room? They one they gave me is tiny." Jelly asked as she began idly playing with the scheduling computer in front of her to see what sort of work they had on the menu.

"Oh and everyone who knows what's going on calls me Jelly." Jelly said with a tone that made it clear how she felt about people who didn't know what was going on.

The fact that she had just used foul language in front of an officer' and basically acted like she owned the place was nothing out of the normal for Jelly.

"Oh, one more thing, I don't touch Klingons. Just so you know." Jelly said with a wave of her hand, as if making clear the CMO knew what to do. "Unless they want me to fix their ugly faces. Which I can do." Jelly added with a tone of unmistakable arrogance. She hadn't made eye contact with her boss since her initial assessment, so she had no idea how Teilani was about to react.

TBC

Challenges #8"
By: Jelly Goldman (npc) , Nurse , [NPC]
Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58207.29 1615

"You actually listen to this garbage?" Jelly pointed out. "Geez." She winced as if it was physically hurting her multi-pierced ears. "You know I have some music I bought with me, could maybe liven up the place a little?"~~

Teilani's eyes widened a little. This had to be some sort of joke. "Well thank you for your opinion. Consider it noted." The large doctor said, dropping the PADD she'd been using into a slot by the bed and headed to the next bed to check on it's functions. "Medical isn't supposed to be lively. It's supposed to be comforting. However feel free to make your personal desk as lively as you'd like so long as it's kept to code. Including clothing, accessories and use of language. When you're on the job I expect you to be the job Nurse Goldenman."

~~She turned and looked at her desk. "What I don't get my own office? What kind of crap is that?" Jelly said with disgusted disbelief as she sat down in the chair to test it out. ~~

Teilani shrugged. "We can have one partitioned off for you, there's certainly the room for it. More than likely you'll be sharing space in mine since we'll be going over the same records if necessary.

~~"Hey listen can you tell me where I go to get a bigger room? They one they gave me is tiny." Jelly asked as she began idly playing with the scheduling computer in front of her to see what sort of work they had on the menu. ~~

"Mmmmm... I think the room sizes are standard based on their occupancy or rank. You might be able to talk someone into switching into a different lay out. But they're all the same I think until you raise in rank or switch to barrack living." Who did you talk to over these issues? It was her first ship duty, too. "There should be a reference for repairs and contact information pertaining to your rooming in the packet you were given upon arriving."

"Oh and everyone who knows what's going on calls me Jelly." Jelly said with a tone that made it clear how she felt about people who didn't know what was going on. =snip= "Oh, one more thing, I don't touch Klingons. Just so you know." Jelly said with a wave of her hand, as if making clear the CMO knew what to do. "Unless they want me to fix their ugly faces. Which I can do." Teilani just about fumbled the instrument she'd picked up and hurriedly laid it on the tale. "You don't WHAT?" The doctor rounded on the little woman, her body moving pretty quick compared to the somewhat slow stroll she'd been wandering around medical with moments before. Her green eyes flashed with threat. She could take ignorance, she could take arrogance. But Gods above prejudice was something that always sparked her off.

"You don't touch klingons? MIZZ Goldenman: you'll touch whoever comes in here needing our help and the first time you don't I'll ensure you're kicked off this starship so fast your prissy bronze butt leaves glitter skid prints. Do I make myself clear?!!”

"This is a care facility, not a popularity contest, not a fashion show and not a speak easy. You will act accordingly and perform your duties as are specified in your orders to the T. And if any of the executive or junior officers give you orders, you'll hop to those, too. Any insubordination and I'll write you up right off the bat."

Jelly hardly listened to Teilani's instructions as she looked through the schedule. =There's, like, nothing in here= She thought happily, not realizing that the schedule would become much more hectic once the ship's crew began to make new medical appointments.

Suddenly, for no reason whatsoever, the CMO was right in her face!!!

"And don't you *EVER* say that you don't treat someone again. Ever. If I even hear you utter those words we're paying a visit to the XO. Got that? If not I can put it in writing and tuck it in your personal file so you'll never ever forget." Teilani wasn't yelling, she was growling as she stood over Jelly.

"Now. If you have nothing constructive to say in response you are dismissed to go attend to your personal matters until 0600 hours tomorrow morning. I expect you here, ready to work and professional to all patients and the rest of the crew. Good day."

Jelly backed the chair up against the wall, but the crazy woman just kept coming and ranting and lecturing and....=Oh god! She's crazy!!!= Jelly thought in a panic. =I'm going to end up cut to pieces and fed to star-gophers!!!=

But finally Jelly caught something that sounded like a dismissal. The Nurse bounced out of the chair like she had a spring on her backside and got out of the room as fast as she possibly could!

"What a crazy @#$#$." Jelly said aloud as soon as the doors closed. "What the heck kind of a ship is this?" And she strode off angrily, intent on finding the captain and complaining.

Challenges #9"
By: James McIntyre , Doctor , [NPC]
Jelly , nurse , [NPC]

Stardate: 58207.29 1640

Doctor James McIntyre was reading reports as he prepared to make his rounds.

Swearing suddenly caught McIntyre's attention. He watched as a nurse emerged from Doctor Dane's Office.

He moved several paces to the right to intercept this nurse. He had never seen her aboard before. "Is there a problem?"

Jelly stuck her nose up in the air and pushed her hair back with her manicured finger. "Who wants to know"?"

"I'm Doctor James McIntyre."

Jelly arched an eyebrow and turned around James. Hmm not bad looking, could do with a facial.." she thought to herself.

Jame's expression changed as if he were seeing a peculiar alien animal for the first time. "..and you are?"

"Jellezina Goldman, Jelly for intimi. Nice to meet your acquantance." Jelly said now portraying a secuctive smile.

McIntyre nodded toward the door from which Jelly came, "...And what's the problem?"

"Well that redheaded woman in sickbay of course. I mean telling me what to do and how to behave. Well I don't do klingons, they smell." Jelly said with a childish voice.

James tried to conceal a smirk, "That woman would be our boss," he said to her plainly.

Jelly put her nose up in the air. "I know that...." she said with an air of confidence. "But it does not mean that she has to be all bossy over me."

"Well..." began McIntyre.

Jelly removed an invisible thread from her uniform. "So what kind of doctor are you?"

"Didn't you read the manifest?"

"Manifest? I haven't read it.. Do I have too???

"Apparently not. How did you end up here?"

"You didn't answer my question." Jelly said grinning and stepped a little closer to James. She straightend up a little and looked niffty up at him.

McIntyre took a turned slightly, "General practice," he said with a smile, "now you can answer my question."

"Well I thought I could do with some deepspace experience, and it apeared that there was only one function open on this ... this.... ship. Jelly wanted to say scrap heap but decided that making one enemy was enough already.

James tried to keep his jaw tight, is that even possible? he thought to himself.

"I see," he said.

Jelly now smiled brightly exposing some well cared pearly white teeth. "Not really actually, I ran away from home as my parents had decided that I would be marriying an old dude. I am not so going to do that!!"

McIntyre looked up at the chronometer, "Oh geez, I'm late for my rounds!"

"Oh I am sorry," Jelly shrugged.

"Its okay.

"Will I see you again?"

"I work here," he said, "and so do you if you haven't messed things up with the Chief."

"Nah, I will go and apologize to her. I didn't mean to get all upset. But you gotta know she is a tough cookie I gather."

McIntyre gave her a wink and turned to go.

"See you." Jelly said smiling and continued on her way.

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