What are little girls made of?
Head Nurse Christine Chapel
former bio-researcher
U.S.S. Enterprise

"She's a strong, calm woman, very much
in control of herself which emphasizes only
more for us the flickers of emotions that do
occasionally show through.
"



[["NuTrek" Christine Chapel roleplay blog. Will play/plot/sass with anyone and everyone of all !verses. Data Entry has information regarding the character.
Tracking Tag: anursefirst]]



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Am I the only one not getting this?

"Nope. But you have to admit, it’s kind of fun watching Lieutenant Uhura translate. That’s a lot of grunting and hissing for one language.” Chapel nudged her foxy friend, trying to repeat what Nyota was saying as best as she could - despite not knowing a lick of what was being discussed or if she managed to enunciate the grunts correctly. No, no Scotty wasn’t the only one completely lost with this conversation.


I mean, I wouldn’t possibly drink the same coffee that you drink just in case yours spilled, that would be pathetic.

russianonzebridge:

anursefirst:

She blinked, glancing between the two cups slowly. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve heard all day.” Even if the coffee choices here were pretty limited. “But begs the question, how many times have you spilled the drinks?” Chris accepted his offered drink, patting the open seat next to her for Chekov to take should he choose.

He smiled softly, handing over the cup before sitting down where she had indicated. Being the coffee boy was a simple ritual the two of them shared, supposedly a one time thing before it had become more than that. “Once. I only came back with one cup that time and it was supposed to be mine.”

She couldn’t help the honk of a laugh that was produced after his confession. “Never again, Mister Chekov. We should just start meeting in the dining area, that’ll cut out the middle man and you can make your coffee just the way you like it.” As if the first part wasn’t enticing enough. Chapel sipped the drink, thankful for the source of much needed caffeine. “Thank you, by the way. I needed this pick me up today.”


“Am I the only one not getting this?”

drmbenga:

anursefirst:

"Okay," she inhaled deeply, readying herself for the long winded explanation. "From what I understand nurse Summers and ensign Fitz from engineering were having this on again off again relationship until Fitz came down with a bad cold. Or at least something that resembled the human cold. Now this wouldn’t have been anything alarming if ensign Roberts, Naya, and MacDonald hadn’t showed up with similar symptoms. I ran the appropriate tests ordered by Doctor McCoy and he found that in each case some extremely old STI was floating around in their systems. One that originated from a colony on Mars, of all stereotypical places. Now the only person on record as having visited the iron planet within the last two years was Lieutenant J’haal who we called down to nip the virus in the bud. When Fitz saw J’haal he went ahead and started a fight, nurse Summers then discovered the flings that Fitz was having with the three fellow ensigns and had to excuse herself but not before yelling at Fitz. The two gentlemen were restrained by security a few minutes later and treated with the appropriate antibiotics while our head of medical went off on an entirely heated lecture where, and I paraphrase: ya’ll need t’ah keep it in y’er goddamned pants Ah swear, Ah swear, Ah swear," She made Leonard sound like a cartoon character, whoops. Chris finally let out a sigh.

"And that’s why McCoy called you down here and is currently mumbling profanities into the bed. I think he’s mentally writing up his second resignation letter of the month." She pat M’Benga’s shoulder, almost proud of herself that she could remember the long wave of gossip hitting their bay. "Fun, right?"

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"All I got is that there’s an affair somewhere in that and an STI floating around."

"Bingo."


"... so I might have a date."

xaedificare:

anursefirst:

Cue the screeching of a thousand excited banshees as Chapel whirls around in her seat to face Ariadne.

"Details! Who are they? Are they smart? Do you click? Are you nervous? You shouldn’t be, you’re pretty much the bees knees around here but—!” 

[ And Ariadne just stares, because how did Chapel even make that noise? Did Uhura teach her a new language? Was it an alien tongue that only a few people knew?

Huh. ]

"Well, yeah, I am nervous. It’s someone you know, and he’s very nice but what if it all goes wrong, you know? What if I’m doomed to screw it all up?"

[ This was why Ensign Cooper rarely dated. ]

[ Well, with that attitude] 

"Alright, I can see where you’re coming from. But what if it’s perfect for you both? What if you have fun together? What if this turns out to be one the best conflicted decision you make? While I understand the importance of ‘what if’ scenarios, you really can’t know until you put yourself out there. And that’s the exciting part. Terrifyingly so.” 

[ Chris crossed her legs to keep herself from practically bouncing in anticipation of these details. ]

"So? Does this bucko have a name?"


“You can do this, but that would require you to stop snacking on children while they dream.”

tonyandhisbots:

"You gonna tell me my house made out of candy’s going to need renovations too?"

"—I mean really, that ominous looking oven in the dead center of your living area ruins the feng shui of your place anyways.”


“Am I the only one not getting this?”

"Okay," she inhaled deeply, readying herself for the long winded explanation. "From what I understand nurse Summers and ensign Fitz from engineering were having this on again off again relationship until Fitz came down with a bad cold. Or at least something that resembled the human cold. Now this wouldn’t have been anything alarming if ensign Roberts, Naya, and MacDonald hadn’t showed up with similar symptoms. I ran the appropriate tests ordered by Doctor McCoy and he found that in each case some extremely old STI was floating around in their systems. One that originated from a colony on Mars, of all stereotypical places. Now the only person on record as having visited the iron planet within the last two years was Lieutenant J’haal who we called down to nip the virus in the bud. When Fitz saw J’haal he went ahead and started a fight, nurse Summers then discovered the flings that Fitz was having with the three fellow ensigns and had to excuse herself but not before yelling at Fitz. The two gentlemen were restrained by security a few minutes later and treated with the appropriate antibiotics while our head of medical went off on an entirely heated lecture where, and I paraphrase: ya’ll need t’ah keep it in y’er goddamned pants Ah swear, Ah swear, Ah swear," She made Leonard sound like a cartoon character, whoops. Chris finally let out a sigh.

"And that’s why McCoy called you down here and is currently mumbling profanities into the bed. I think he’s mentally writing up his second resignation letter of the month." She pat M’Benga’s shoulder, almost proud of herself that she could remember the long wave of gossip hitting their bay. "Fun, right?"


“I am pretty sure that you have a tattoo.”

No.” Chris looked over her shoulder. “No way, where?” She couldn’t see it, and if she couldn’t see it then it didn’t exist in her mind. Which meant only one of two things: “If it’s a tramp stamp I’m going to airlock myself off this ship.” Laughing, she pulled up the corners of her shirt, still inspecting the pale flesh for signs of foreign coloring.


"... so I might have a date."

Cue the screeching of a thousand excited banshees as Chapel whirls around in her seat to face Ariadne.

"Details! Who are they? Are they smart? Do you click? Are you nervous? You shouldn’t be, you’re pretty much the bees knees around here but—!”