<USS Avalon> Gone Fishin'

Gone Fishin' 
-- a log by
Lieutenant Felicity Roan

       Felicity stared at the entrance to the Medical Bay for what seemed an 
enternity.  She had read all of the incoming decline messages from the crew 
with remarkable excuses of why they couldn't attend to their physical.  She was 
astonished at how unpopular Sickbay was, despite her offers of food, sticks 
and humour.

       She didn't take it personally, but it was kind of hard to overlook the 
crew's reaction to her request.  It didn't matter that in medical situations, 
the Doctor outranked everyone.  It didn't matter that she asked nicely.  They 
were all too busy.  She had to accept that and move on.  Every ship she had 
ever served on had the same reaction, so it would seem it was physicals in 
general that made people uncomfortable.

       Felicity decided to do something different now that the plans to 
rescue Dodge Thomas had been aborted and some other ship had rescued him.  She 
changed her clothes and put a sign on the door and headed off to the Holodeck.

       She approached the door and asked for it to load Roan Alpha Delta 24.  
The computer obliged and she walked through the arches.  She found a seat on 
the little boat next to two other people and with rod and reel in hand, set 
about relaxing.  It was amazing how much this did truly relax her.  Just then 
she felt a bite on the end of the fishing pole.

       The sign on the door to Medical?  "Gone Fishin' -- Don't know when 
I'll be back.  Contact Nurse Georgia for Medical emergencies and all other 
inquiries.  Physicals have been canceled until further notice.  Thank you -- 
Dr. 
Roan."

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