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<h3 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">USS FEYNMAN: A Deep Secret...</h3>
<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 90531.1250 CDT/ 1750 GMT<br>
SD 90531.2001 CDT/0101 GMT (90601)<br>
MD: Late Evening on Day 1<br>
MD: 3.1930<br>
Scene: The corridor outside 10FWD<br>
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.


Mary and Loren walked down the corridor with very little being said.
<Time Passes. Other Posts inserted here>
Loren began to get distinct impressions from her that she was hiding
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something, something she was struggling to tell him about. Loren waited
MD: 3.2307<br>
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
The trio had been in 10FWd for almost three hours. The music had died
can't simply tell him out here in the open. But, where?* Mary thought
down a little as they were serving pieces from a very large birthday
to herself. Mary spotted a storage room. As they got close to it, Mary
cake. As the girls were enjoying their cake, Rory Heywood came up to the
opened the door and pulled Loren into the room with her.
table.


Loren was surprised to say the least. "What are you doing, Doctor?" was
"Care if I join you ladies?" Rory said.
all that Loren could sputter.


"I have something to tell you. Something I couldn't say in the corridor."
"No, please. Sit." Krysa said as she motioned to the empty fourth chair.
Mary said, apprehensive about telling him of her nightmares.
Rory sat down and proceeded to engage Mary in conversation.


"Go on, please. Take all the time you need." Loren said as he luickly
"Doctor, I know that this is your down time, but I thought that i might
shifted gears from surprise to sympathy.
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.


"I use my gruffness as a shield, particularly with men. I'm sure you are
"That would be a welcome idea. How about 1600 hours tomorrow afternoon?
familiar with my psychological profile. That is why I feel I can talk to
Right after my shift." Mary replied. She was in the best mood she had
you about this. I have been having nightmares for the last two nights.
been in days. It must be the 6 Black Holes she had consumed.
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,
"That would be great. If its not too forward. I was wondering if I
distinctive bruises on her neck. Bruises that couldn't be mistaken for
might have this next dance." Rory asked, nervously. He had heard of the
anything else than fingermarks. Loren's eyes became saucers, as he
Doctor's reputation for violence in the holodeck. The music had slowed
started to believe the Mary's story.
to a slow Vulcan etude, perfect for a slow dance.


<Loren's response>
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.


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The other couples moved off the dance floor to give them room to dance.
NRPG:<br>
Everyone's eyes were on mary and Rory...


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.
NRPG:


Kevin: Your description of Mary was a little gruff, but know you now
All: It would seem that the Black Holes have had a positive effect on
why. <G> Thnaks for adding a perspective on the character I hadn't
Mary.... The song "I Could Have Danced All Night" kept rotating in my
thought of. Thanks for dropping me a note about my ordeal. It was
head as I wrote this. This looks like a party to end all parties. I
greatly appreciated.
can't wait to see what everyone else comes up with for the party.


Melanie: Mary and Meleah's dinner date will be following shortly. I'm
Mike: Rory might not want to go any further than dancing. Mary has
sure they'll have a lot to talk about, expecially if there's a party.
dropped part of her guard, but not all of it.....


Mike: Break out the phasers, it's range scoring time. Post will follow
Until next time.....
shortly.


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Respectfully submitted,
Respectfully submitted,<br>


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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