Chapel headcanons! :D
There are five cooks on the Enterprise (in case the replicators break down) and Chapel is in good with all of them. They’re the ones who taught her to make plomeek soup - no easy dish that.
Chapel once drugged McCoy to FINALLY get him to sleep… she may have overestimated the dose just a tad… he DID wake up… eventually…
She has no talent for languages, which isn’t exactly useful when you’re trying to treat panicking patients from all over the galaxy. Chapel, Uhura, and Scotty collectively developed a translator the size of a wristwatch that focuses solely on medical terms, common phrases, and words relating to pain and or/emotional states. Their design will soon be mass produced for all Federation medical personnel.
If there’s one thing Chapel despises about space exploration, it’s the limited water supply. Her love of long, hot showers have long been a thing of the past… until for her birthday McCoy, Jim, Spock, Uhura, and Scotty all donate some of their bathing minutes to her (otherwise the shower shuts off automatically). This gift extended to the entire command crew the next year. Then all the science personnel. Soon, Chapel knew exactly what she’d be getting for her birthday and she had enough friends to take a shower as long as she damn well pleased.
Chapel has a collection of tattoos: tiny planets, each representative of a planet she’s visited, all of them spaced relative to one another across her back and shoulders. During some drunken revelry on shore leave - far away from the information banks in the ship’s computer - Jim, with happy permission, tugged up Chapel’s shirt to prove that YES, Lithian III is a desert planet. They used the bet money they won for more drinks.
@kayteaem--fic i dont think i could begin to pick my favorite of these they’re all amazing! thank you so much for submitting!
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