From: Jasmina Grosic (jgrosic_at_yahoo.de)
Date: Fri Sep 14 2007 - 06:57:41 PDT
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"United We Stand - Divided We Fall OR Learn to Embrace Your Inner Freak and
then Embrace Your Neighbour" (continued from "Lab Test")
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Location: GATEWAY-2
Stardate: 2.70914.1525
Scene: Science Lab
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The two officers watched as the simulations on the computer screen began to run.
"You know, it'll take at least another thirty minutes before we can evaluate the data," Yao said. "What would you say to a nice cup of Talaxian root tea while we wait?"
Ensign Crichton looked at the J'naii. "No offense, but I'd say no. I can't stand the stuff."
"I'm sure we'll find you something else," na said.
A few minutes later they were sipping their respective beverages. Jake was sitting far enough away from Yao so that the offensive stench of the Talaxian brew couldn't reach his nostrils,
while the J'naii seemed to enjoy the drink which resembled mud in both colour and texture.
"So, there's a lot of fighting in Engineering," Yao picked up their earlier toppic, "Do you think it's the stress of the situation we're in or something else?"
Jakob shrugged. "This is hard on everyone, of course, but I wouldn't have expected the average Starfleet officer to lash out at a colleague when they are under stress. So, there might be something else that's causing all that agression, but Security doesn't seem to be all that concerned. How are things around here? It seems to be relatively calm."
"Oh, you know us scientists," Yao gestured at her colleagues who were quietly working at their respective workstations. "We usually don't like to make a fuzz."
At that, almost as if on cue, Crewman Cogbill, who so far had been silently analysing a botanics exeperiment, jumped up from her desk, upending a tray of specimen jars in the process. Various gooey liquids landed on Crewam Brooks' uniform shirt, who had been assisting her.
Cogbill growled. "Will you keep your filthy fingers off my experiments from now on? I swear, there's still cheese under your fingernails from last new year's eve office-raclette-party!"
Brooks didn't let her finish her rant. While brushing slime from his shirt with - admittetly rather grimy looking - hands he yelled back at her, "Your experiment? You wouldn't even recognize a DNA strand if I wrapped it around your neck to strangle you!"
"Well," Cogbill was struggling to find another insult, "well. You *smell*!" Was the strongest she could come up with.
Brooks glared at her, obviously at an equal loss for words. "And you... have bad hair!"
At that, she shoved him.
Yao and Jacob got to their feet at the same time to break the rather feeble fight up.
"That's enough from you two." Yao said in nan's best, disappointed-but-caring-parent-voice. "Now shake hands and then you can both go to your quarters and clean up."
The two shook hands while avoiding each other's eyes. Then first Cogbill and Brooks right after her went out the door with their respective tails between their legs.
"As I said, it's relatively calm here," Jakob grinned.
"But that was really weird. These two never fight. They are happily married." Yao shook nan's head.
The computer's announcement that the test sequence had been completed ended that conversation, but Yao still kept the thought in nan's head that something should be done about the low morale on the station.
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Scene: CO's office
Time Index: Early the next morning
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Captain Kane was standing at the replicator, ordering his third cup of double strength espresso that morning. He hadn't been able to sleep at all the previous night, so he had decided to go to his office instead and catch up on departmental reports, which he had been doing since 4 a.m. now. While the small cup materialised, without the agonizing screech that used to accompany espresso production in the not so recent past, Michael massaged his temples to make the pain behind his eyes go away.
The cheery tune that suddenly erupted from his computer wasn't helping matters.
Kane turned around to see a whirling display of colours on the screen. "What the...?" he asked as two, clearly inexpertedly animated characters appeared on the screen. One was a human male dressed all in black with tousled hair. The other, also a human male, wore a floral pattern shirt and had fluffy blond hair.
[[Hello,]] the first one said in a dry voice and an accent not unlike Kane's. [[We are here to invite everyone aboard this station to the first of hopefully many installments of the new weekly show called 'Meet the Freak'. Now, what is a freak, you may ask. Well, let me elaborate. Freak, or Freakus Enormus, as the Ancient Romans used to say...]]
He was interrupted by his bouncy friend who jumped into the foreground all excitedly and said, [[see, it's like this, all right? Deep down inside, we're all freaks. Yes, me, you,]] he looked at his friend who gave him the classic one-raised-eyebrow of disgust, [[even you.]] He pointed at the screen. [[And until we learn to embrace our inner freak, we'll never be able to accept each other. So, let your freak out and learn all about the exciting diverse group of people on this station. Together, we will explore what makes us *us*! So, join us. Who knows what's going to happen. There might even be fireworks.]]
[[But probably not,]] the dark-clad man interrupted, [[because that would clearly be in violation of station safety regulations. However, don't let that disuade you from attending. It will be ever so educational.]]
[[And fun!]] the blonde chimed in.
After that, the place and time of the event flashed on the screen a few times in bright, neon colours and the screen went blank again.
Michael stood there for an instant or two, a look of complete puzzlement on his face. Then he decided to let Eishnala find out who had hacked into the station's comm system and punish them severly. He was just about to summon his first officer, when the doorchime sounded.
"Come," he said courtly.
The door opened and, with a big smile on nan's face, the CScio walked in.
"Good morning, sir. Did you happen to see the invitation I just broadcast?" Yao asked.
"The what? You. Well," Kane cleared his throat, straightened his uniform shirt and sat down. "Well, yes. Yes, I ... saw ... that."
"I had been meaning to start these meetings for a while, but it never seemed appropriate, what with all the confusion about the wormhole, and the Borg and..."
"Yes, Lieutenant," the Captain interrupted, "I'm aware of all that."
"Of course. So, now I decided it's high time we learned about each other's differennces and hopefully understanding that we're pretty much all the same on the inside will bring us all closer together."
"So," Kane gave nan a look of disbelief, "you've planned this, for lack of a better word, freakshow, as a morale booster?"
"Exactly," Yao nodded enthusiastically. "First I want to explain about J'naii culture, answer any questions there might be, and then I'd like to have a sort of open forum, where everyone is able to talk a little bit about what makes their culture unique."
"Well, put like that, it sounds ... harmless." The Captain tried diplomatically.
"Thank you." Yao smiled uncertainly. "As a matter of fact, I was hoping you'd like to ..."
"Attend? Oh, absolutely. I wouldn't want to miss it." Kane inexplicably began to cough.
"Oh. Attend. well, yes, of course I'd like you to attend. But what I came here to ask you, actually, is if you'd like to be the, well, perfomer, next week." Yao smiled, raising the palms of nan's hands to underline the question.
Kane scrunched his eyebrows together and didn't say anything for a few seconds, so Yao continued. "Maybe you'd like to explain about that," the J'naii hesitated, "eye thingy of yours?"
Kane suddenly became very calm. He took a breath, then another one. Then he said, "I will consider it."
Yao thanked nan's commanding officer and left the office thinking **Hey, that went really well."
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NRPG:Break out the champagne - I posted. That isn't meant to say the quality of this post is very high, but it's a post. More to follow.
Jasmina Grosic «jgrosic_at_yahoo.de»
Lieutenant Yao
CSciO
GATEWAY STATION - 2
Crabman:You know we don't serve Champagne around here.
Joy: Then gimme a Chablis and Seven Up. I'm in the mood for something sparkly.
(My Name is Earl, "Kept a Guy Locked in a Truck")
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