Official comm to Spock, private comms to Jocelyn, Open Settling In
There were two major pieces of communication to take care of now that she was back in her own room. She figured she'd take care of them prior to unpacking since she seemed to have acquried a lot of stuff. The first bit was easy of course. Get a digital copy of her Masters degree and attach it to form 756B, Amendment of an Officer's Education Status, to be sent to Commander Spock. The form was tedious but no different than most Starfleet paperwork. She did have to delete her serial number and input her new one. The serial number she used wouldn't be used for some time yet and she still kept putting her old one in. That would have caused a bit of confusion.
The second piece of communication was far far more difficult. She stared at the PADD silently for a long time. What the hell was she supposed to say. How was she even supposed to start. Finally, she started typing.
Dear Ms. Treadway
No, that was too formal. Fuck.
Dear Jocelyn
No, that wasn't right either.
Hello
Nice, simple, not to familiar, not too formal. Now what? What was she supposed to say to this person?
I'm your daughter from another world and you kind of sucked as a mother since you took me away from my father and wouldn't let me see him.
No, that wasn't right either. Would just piss off Da...Dr. McCoy more, as if he needed the help. She closed her eyes and screamed softly. Why was she doing this? What would Papa tell her?
You're not helping yourself Jo-bean. Stop stressing. It's just a letter. It's not like you're being forced to go live with her.
Jo sighed and started writing the letter in Vulcan. Whenever she should be dispassionate about something she generally tried to work it through in Vulcan first, and then translate back to English. She'd picked up the habit while working with her Spock. It was easier to be dispassionate in Vulcan, even if it did make her sound like an overly formal scientific article once she translated it back.
A good hour later, she finally finished the letter, and had it translated.
My name is Joanna Kathleen McCoy. In another dimension I was your daughter. Dr. McCoy indicated it would not displease you if I were to communicate with you and gave me your contact information. I understand there is no obligation between us and hope you do as well.
I am twenty two years old, stand at approximately 1.524m tall. I have brown hair, and blue eyes. I graduated high school at fifteen. I graduated Starfleet Academy at twenty. The extra year was spent living on a planet in a gap year type situation. I received my Masters degree a little less than a month ago, after successfully defending my thesis. I am an Ensign with Starfleet under Commander Spock. I obtained high grades throughout my educational career and anticipate achieving a doctorate by my twenty fifth birthday at the latest. I am also a certified EMT.
In my spare time I bake, read, and engage in relaxing pastimes with my friends. I have no boyfriend or girlfriend at the moment and am not looking for one either. Twice a week I work with the head of security in hand to hand combat. I am not a natural at that however he says that I do fairly well. I favor reading romance novels, and classical literature. I do not appreciate poetry. I also enjoy listening to music, mostly in the twentieth century country western genre or classical. I do not play an instrument however I do enjoy singing.
I am unsure what else you would like to know. Perhaps you could tell me about yourself? I am enclosing a picture of myself as well, in case you are curious about what I look like
Sincerly,
Ensign Joanna McCoy
Attaching a picture, she made sure that it was set to be sent to Jocelyn and the paperwork to Spock, instead of the other way around and then sent it.
Finishing with the comms, she opened her door, curious who would be living in her area, and started to unpack her room. She'd been very restrained in clothes purchases, realizing most her time would be spent in uniform anyway. Slightly less restrained had been in shoes and jewelry. Also skincare products and makeup. Those were worth every single dime. As was the comfy sheets, comforter, quilt and pillows. She'd used up her entire Christmas present from Da..McCoy and a good portion of her own paychecks with that plus the whiskey, coffee, chocolate and books. Her books were her second favorite purchase. She owned some of her favorites in real paper form again. Not many, yet. But the most precious, yes.
As much as she loved the idea of a bed big enough to roll around in, she wasn't too quiet about cursing as she got it made.
The second piece of communication was far far more difficult. She stared at the PADD silently for a long time. What the hell was she supposed to say. How was she even supposed to start. Finally, she started typing.
Dear Ms. Treadway
No, that was too formal. Fuck.
Dear Jocelyn
No, that wasn't right either.
Hello
Nice, simple, not to familiar, not too formal. Now what? What was she supposed to say to this person?
I'm your daughter from another world and you kind of sucked as a mother since you took me away from my father and wouldn't let me see him.
No, that wasn't right either. Would just piss off Da...Dr. McCoy more, as if he needed the help. She closed her eyes and screamed softly. Why was she doing this? What would Papa tell her?
You're not helping yourself Jo-bean. Stop stressing. It's just a letter. It's not like you're being forced to go live with her.
Jo sighed and started writing the letter in Vulcan. Whenever she should be dispassionate about something she generally tried to work it through in Vulcan first, and then translate back to English. She'd picked up the habit while working with her Spock. It was easier to be dispassionate in Vulcan, even if it did make her sound like an overly formal scientific article once she translated it back.
A good hour later, she finally finished the letter, and had it translated.
My name is Joanna Kathleen McCoy. In another dimension I was your daughter. Dr. McCoy indicated it would not displease you if I were to communicate with you and gave me your contact information. I understand there is no obligation between us and hope you do as well.
I am twenty two years old, stand at approximately 1.524m tall. I have brown hair, and blue eyes. I graduated high school at fifteen. I graduated Starfleet Academy at twenty. The extra year was spent living on a planet in a gap year type situation. I received my Masters degree a little less than a month ago, after successfully defending my thesis. I am an Ensign with Starfleet under Commander Spock. I obtained high grades throughout my educational career and anticipate achieving a doctorate by my twenty fifth birthday at the latest. I am also a certified EMT.
In my spare time I bake, read, and engage in relaxing pastimes with my friends. I have no boyfriend or girlfriend at the moment and am not looking for one either. Twice a week I work with the head of security in hand to hand combat. I am not a natural at that however he says that I do fairly well. I favor reading romance novels, and classical literature. I do not appreciate poetry. I also enjoy listening to music, mostly in the twentieth century country western genre or classical. I do not play an instrument however I do enjoy singing.
I am unsure what else you would like to know. Perhaps you could tell me about yourself? I am enclosing a picture of myself as well, in case you are curious about what I look like
Sincerly,
Ensign Joanna McCoy
Attaching a picture, she made sure that it was set to be sent to Jocelyn and the paperwork to Spock, instead of the other way around and then sent it.
Finishing with the comms, she opened her door, curious who would be living in her area, and started to unpack her room. She'd been very restrained in clothes purchases, realizing most her time would be spent in uniform anyway. Slightly less restrained had been in shoes and jewelry. Also skincare products and makeup. Those were worth every single dime. As was the comfy sheets, comforter, quilt and pillows. She'd used up her entire Christmas present from Da..McCoy and a good portion of her own paychecks with that plus the whiskey, coffee, chocolate and books. Her books were her second favorite purchase. She owned some of her favorites in real paper form again. Not many, yet. But the most precious, yes.
As much as she loved the idea of a bed big enough to roll around in, she wasn't too quiet about cursing as she got it made.