Moving In

Posted on Thu Jun 25th, 2026 @ 9:57am by Lieutenant Commander Toulaine Doctor

652 words; about a 3 minute read

Moving In
Personal log
Toulaine


Begin Log


When that fist shift was finally over, sickbay looked like it had been up to her standards from the beginning. The teams were all made and the first week’s shift rotation had been posted. Touaine was tired, but she still needed to set up her personal quarters.

Giving herself a shot to kill the pain long enough to make it to her quarters and get it set up. She leaned heavily on her cane as she made her way down the corridor and then in the lift up to senior officer territory. She stopped in front of her door and sighed. There was no sound coming from Muffy’s door and she did try the chime and didn’t get an answer. So Muffy must still be in science. She would check up on her after she got settled and could relax.

Before Muffy, she wouldn’t have made any changes from the basics everyone is provided with. However, now that she became one of Muffy’s family by choice, she did a few things that made it feel more like home, that wonderful farm in Texas.

Opening up the crate she brought from home, she pulled out the homemade patchwork quilt she, Alice, and Muffy had made together one afternoon. She replaced the standard blanket with the sheets and quilt. She replaced the flat pillows with the one Ian had made her from buckwheat that gave her more support and yet conformed to her head and neck and shoulders better than anything else she had used.

Then she hung the pictures of the farm and Alice and Ian and all four of them together and one of the orchards in full bloom. She couldn’t wait to go back for a visit. When the pictures were set up, she covered the couch and chairs with the covers that Alice had made her in shades of white, blue, purple, and silver, reminding her in a good way of the home she had grown up in, where she was no longer welcome. But if felt good having someone recognize her need for something of home.

Finally, she put all the food she had brought with her in the cold storage and in cupboards, so she could cook and eat like she had on the farm. She also had her own plates, bowls, cups and saucers in a special pattern of white bisque with sprays of forget me nots, lilacs, and fern fronds. She also had her own pattern for silver it appeared to be unadorned until you really looked and it had a row of tiny hears about the handle.

When everything was put away, Toulaine went into the bathroom and set out the scented soap she had made on the farm with beeswax to smell like a field of roses. She also put out bath salts that smelled of lavender and shampoo and conditioner that smelled of coconut oil.

She set out her towels in shades of icy blue, icy purple, and icy white. Then hung the robe that was a Christmas gift of thick and warm terrycloth in an icy green. She turned on the bath and allowed the tub to fill and stirred in some of the bath salts and then stripped and got into the bath and laid back until she was almost submerged and reached over to light her candles and start some soft music and allowed the hot water to caress her and soaked the stress from her body.

Toulaine finished her bath and set the water to recycling, pulled on her robe and curled up on her couch and put through a call of Muffy. Muffy answered from her own tub and Toulaine wished her a good night and curled up on her bed and fell into a deep sleep.


End Log


Toulaine
Chief Medical Officer
USS Churchill

 

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