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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: | <h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: Straight Talk...</h3> | ||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by David Williams 5-31-1997</h4> | <h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by David Williams 5-31-1997</h4> | ||
SD 90531. | SD 90531.2001 CDT/0101 GMT (90601)<br> | ||
MD: | MD: 3.1930<br> | ||
Scene: | Scene: En route to 10FWD<br> | ||
Mary was a little surprised when Meleah had asked her out to dinner. | |||
Most of the others were friendly enough, but they seemed distant, like | |||
they were afraid of her. *I guess what they say about first impressions | |||
is true after all.* Mary thought to herself as she and Meleah walked down | |||
Deck 10 towards its famous lounge. | |||
As they were walking down the corridor, they came upon Krysa who was | |||
dressed for a party. That's when Mary picked up on the noise coming from | |||
down the hall. "Is there a party in 10 forward" Mary asked the others. | |||
"I thought you knew. The Security department is throwing a bash for Mr. | |||
Jonas. It's his 19th birthday and he'll be leaving off ALB soon." Meleah | |||
answered. | |||
Krysa laughed. "I have a feeling that J.C. was just a tad intimidated. | |||
It's okay. All the senior staff are invited, but it's not required." | |||
The trio entered a 10FWD in full party mode. Music was playing loudly in | |||
the background and several couples were dancing on a makeshift dance | |||
floor in the middle of the room. Most of the others were just mingling | |||
and having a general good time. | |||
"I'm going to go get us some drinks. Why don't you two find us a table." | |||
Krysa said over the loud Klingon music. | |||
Meleah repleid in the affirmative, and she and Mary got the last table in | |||
the house. Krysa met Bat's eye and got three Ferengi Black Holes. She | |||
carefully threaded her way back to the table. More than once she was | |||
bumped into by dancing crewmembers. | |||
<Time Passes. Other Posts inserted here> | |||
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MD: 3.2307<br> | |||
The trio had been in 10FWd for almost three hours. The music had died | |||
down a little as they were serving pieces from a very large birthday | |||
cake. As the girls were enjoying their cake, Rory Heywood came up to the | |||
table. | |||
"Care if I join you ladies?" Rory said. | |||
" | "No, please. Sit." Krysa said as she motioned to the empty fourth chair. | ||
Mary | Rory sat down and proceeded to engage Mary in conversation. | ||
" | "Doctor, I know that this is your down time, but I thought that i might | ||
mention that you haven't completed the required phaser range proficiency | |||
test for Away Team Duty yet. I was wondering if you might want to join me | |||
in the phaser range. It might make things easier for you to have | |||
company..." Rory realized he was babbling and trailed off. | |||
" | "That would be a welcome idea. How about 1600 hours tomorrow afternoon? | ||
Right after my shift." Mary replied. She was in the best mood she had | |||
been in days. It must be the 6 Black Holes she had consumed. | |||
"That would be great. If its not too forward. I was wondering if I | |||
might have this next dance." Rory asked, nervously. He had heard of the | |||
Doctor's reputation for violence in the holodeck. The music had slowed | |||
to a slow Vulcan etude, perfect for a slow dance. | |||
Mary wondered if it was a good idea. She felt awkward and nervous, but | |||
finally decided to give a try. She got up and Rory extended his hand. | |||
She nervously took it and he wheeled her out onto the dance floor. Rory, | |||
it seemed, was an excellent dancer. They glided up and down the dance | |||
floor ad Meleah and Krysa exchanged surprised looks. | |||
The other couples moved off the dance floor to give them room to dance. | |||
Everyone's eyes were on mary and Rory... | |||
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NRPG: | |||
All: It would seem that the Black Holes have had a positive effect on | |||
Mary.... The song "I Could Have Danced All Night" kept rotating in my | |||
head as I wrote this. This looks like a party to end all parties. I | |||
can't wait to see what everyone else comes up with for the party. | |||
Mike: Rory might not want to go any further than dancing. Mary has | |||
dropped part of her guard, but not all of it..... | |||
Until next time..... | |||
Respectfully submitted, | |||
Respectfully submitted, | |||
Lieutenant Ha'Tila Molari<br> | Lieutenant Ha'Tila Molari<br> | ||
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drjekyll@softwareplus.net<br> | drjekyll@softwareplus.net<br> | ||
Sallisaw, Oklahoma, USA<br> | Sallisaw, Oklahoma, USA<br> | ||
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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Deep Secret...</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by David Williams 5-31-1997</h4> | |||
SD 90531.1250 CDT/ 1750 GMT<br> | |||
MD: Late Evening on Day 1<br> | |||
Scene: The corridor outside 10FWD<br> | |||
Mary and Loren walked down the corridor with very little being said. | |||
Loren began to get distinct impressions from her that she was hiding | |||
something, something she was struggling to tell him about. Loren waited | |||
patiently as he walked beside Mary, waitng for her to make her move. | |||
Mary couldn't do it. *I want to tell him, but I can't. Or can I? I | |||
can't simply tell him out here in the open. But, where?* Mary thought | |||
to herself. Mary spotted a storage room. As they got close to it, Mary | |||
opened the door and pulled Loren into the room with her. | |||
Loren was surprised to say the least. "What are you doing, Doctor?" was | |||
all that Loren could sputter. | |||
"I have something to tell you. Something I couldn't say in the corridor." | |||
Mary said, apprehensive about telling him of her nightmares. | |||
"Go on, please. Take all the time you need." Loren said as he luickly | |||
shifted gears from surprise to sympathy. | |||
"I use my gruffness as a shield, particularly with men. I'm sure you are | |||
familiar with my psychological profile. That is why I feel I can talk to | |||
you about this. I have been having nightmares for the last two nights. | |||
But they aren't nightmares, at least not in the traditional sense. We | |||
have a name for these kinds of dreams on Orion, Poji. Poji aren't really | |||
dreams, but conduits by which to kill the sleeping. I think I'm being | |||
stalked by someone in my dreams. Someone who knows me very, very | |||
well..." Mary trailed off, noticing the faint disbelief on Loren's face. | |||
Mary unhooked the top part of her dress, showing Loren the five, | |||
distinctive bruises on her neck. Bruises that couldn't be mistaken for | |||
anything else than fingermarks. Loren's eyes became saucers, as he | |||
started to believe the Mary's story. | |||
<Loren's response> | |||
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NRPG:<br> | |||
All: This is just one of many posts today. Sorry this one was short, | |||
but I didn't want to write the counselor's reaction. | |||
Kevin: Your description of Mary was a little gruff, but know you now | |||
why. <G> Thnaks for adding a perspective on the character I hadn't | |||
thought of. Thanks for dropping me a note about my ordeal. It was | |||
greatly appreciated. | |||
Melanie: Mary and Meleah's dinner date will be following shortly. I'm | |||
sure they'll have a lot to talk about, expecially if there's a party. | |||
Mike: Break out the phasers, it's range scoring time. Post will follow | |||
shortly. | |||
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Respectfully submitted,<br> | |||
Lieutenant Ha'Tila Molari<br> | |||
CEO, DEEP SPACE 12, Blue Fleet<br> | |||
Ensign Mary Dana Mac(krenseklar), M.D.<br> | |||
CMO, USS FEYNMAN, Silver Fleet<br> | |||
Ensign Henry Elias Jekyll, Ph.D.<br> | |||
CSCI, USS HERMES, Red Fleet<br> | |||
David Williams<br> | |||
asr@mindless.com<br> | |||
drjekyll@softwareplus.net<br> | |||
Sallisaw, Oklahoma, USA<br> | |||
"The dream is still alive, The one of you an I, | |||
And my heart keeps returning, | |||
I couldn't let it die, No I knew it would survive, | |||
The dream is still alive..." | |||
--Wilson Phillips, "The Dream Is Still Alive" | |||
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