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-LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br> | -LT.CMDR Nigel Brock, Instructor, Holodeck 18<br> | ||
-LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br> | -LT.CMDR Tarsa Rogers, Executive Officer, USS GAUSS<br> | ||
<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Party??</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by Kristen Gant 4-27-1996</h4> | |||
Stardate: 80427.1312<br> | |||
Scene: Kavan’s quarters<br> | |||
MD: 8. 0800<br> | |||
Krysa rang the chime on Kavan’s door. She heard him call ‘come in’ as | |||
the door slid open. She entered, but didn’t see him right away. | |||
“Kavan?” | |||
“Just a minute, I’ll be right out came his call from the bedroom.” | |||
Krysa took a seat on the couch to wait for him. She didn’t have to wait | |||
long, as he came out almost as soon as she had sat down. His short, wavy | |||
hair was wet and freshly combed. “I apologize, Krysa. I got a late start | |||
this morning.” | |||
“That’s alright, I don’t think my father will mind if we’re late. I | |||
think as far as he’s concerned you can do no wrong.” she said chuckling. | |||
“Well, your dad’s not such a bad guy. A little stuffy perhaps,” Kavan | |||
sat down next to her and took her hand. “Besides it’s thanks to him, I | |||
have you.” | |||
Krysa blushed. She found that she rather liked Kavan’s sweet remarks. | |||
She was beginning to warm up to this marriage idea after all. At least | |||
Kavan was a good man, and he seemed to genuinely care for her. She | |||
smiled, “I do have a request for you.” | |||
“Anything, you have only to ask.” | |||
“Well, it’s not my request exactly... it’s Bat’s. You met Bat last | |||
night, didn’t you?” | |||
“Oh yes, the bartender,” laughed Kavan, “Quite a character.” | |||
Krysa laughed, “Yes, he is. He would like to throw you a bachelor | |||
party.” | |||
“A what?” | |||
“A bachelor party. It’s an Earth tradition to hold a party for the groom | |||
just prior to the wedding. ‘One last chance to party with the guys | |||
before you get tied down’.” | |||
“And Bat would be throwing this party?” Krysa nodded and Kavan smiled, | |||
“I think it sounds like an excellent idea. So you wouldn’t be there?” | |||
“I think that’s the general idea.” said Krysa raising an eyebrow at him. | |||
“You needn’t look so happy about that.” | |||
Kavan stood and pulled her up. Grinning, he said, “You can tell Bat that | |||
I would be honored to have a ‘Bachelor Party’.” | |||
“I’m sure he’ll be glad to here that,” together they headed out to meet | |||
the Ambassador for breakfast. | |||
Scene: CNS Office<br> | |||
MD: 8.1000<br> | |||
Krysa and Kavan entered Ens. Krazny’s office. Krazny motioned them over | |||
to the couch, “Come in, have a seat.” | |||
“Thank you, Ens. Krazny,” said Krysa. She and Kavan sat down and looked | |||
at the counselor. | |||
Regards,<br> | |||
Lt. Krysa Jenn<br> | |||
****<br> | |||
NRPG: Sorry, I can’t write more Charles... My DH (dear husband) is up | |||
early an wants to get out of the house on this beautiful Saturday. Go | |||
ahead and start the session though :) | |||
Kristen | |||
