USS Feynman JUN 1997

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U.S.S. FEYNMAN NCC-66000
June 1997 Posts

TOTAL MAY 1997 POSTS: *TBD*

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USS FEYNMAN: Dr. Mental

by Kevin Thigpen 6=1-1997

Stardate: 90601.1345
Scene: Corridor outside 10-F

Mary strolled through the corridors of the FEYNMAN headed for of all places 10-F. The counselor's message had said to meet him there at 1800. To say the least she was not pleased that this eval was cutting into her own personal time, but even the ship's doctor couldn't refuse a psychological evaluation.

Every crewmember she passed could see the dark mood emanating from her noticeable frown. A few brave adventuresome males let their stare pass over her dark facial expression and on to the more pleasing shape of her legs and hips. Some let their stare stray too long.

"Is there a problem crewman?" barked Mary at a young dark-haired CPO who made the mistake of thinking if he stared long enough he'd 'pick up' the attractive doctor. Obviously the poor fellow had not heard about her...yet.

"Uhh..no maam," replied the man aware that he was stepping off into more than he bargained for.

"Good. Now get out of my way," Mary stated crisply. The CPO relaxed once she had passed. After rounding the bend, Mary could hear, "You're lucky Davis, that's the new doctor. I hear she..."

Mary stopped paying attention, but smiled. Already, she was letting these people know she was no pushover.

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Scene: 10-F

Loren looked up to see Dr. Mac walk in the doors. Already the place was bustling with activity. People milled about, drinking, talking and fraternizing. That is people except Dr. Mac. She made a beeline for Loren.

"Dr. Mary Mackrenseklar reporting as ordered, sir!"

Mary's tone of voice had an edge that Loren didn't have to be a telepath to detect. "Sit, doctor. I assure you this won't take long."

Mary looked threatened for a second before slipping into the seat opposite Loren. Already, she was attracting stares from the off-duty male crewman. Lots of stares.

"Sir, may I make a statement, sir?"

"Go ahead doctor, and please call me sir."

"Counselor, I do not believe that this is best place to conduct the evaluation."

"What makes you say that?"

"A pysche evaluation is meant to be confidential between the examiner and subject. Even us doctors are aware of that."

Mary's voice had taken an accusatory tone. "I'm aware of that doctor, but I'm also aware of the fact that I've said nothing about asking you anything confidential. If there is something you want to say though feel free."

Mary remained quiet for a moment. These damned psychologists made her so angry with their careful wording of questions meant to entrap people. She would beat him though by being quiet. Give him nothing to build on.

"Doctor, let's go for a walk," stated Loren after a full minute of uncomfortable silence.

The two officers got up and left through the double doors of ten-forward with the constant stares of several crewman at their backs.

Respectfully submitted,
Kevin Thigpen
Lt(jg) Loren Landers
USS FEYNMAN CNS

[NRPG: David, take it away. I had to set up the scene for the little evaluation. Loren is determined to make the good doctor talk. Also, I hope that I did not mis-represent your character. Now it's your turn. :)]

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"The computer allows one to make mistakes faster than any other invention*
aside from possibly handguns and Tequila." *
--Mitch Ratcliffe *
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USS FEYNMAN: Tell Me a Tale

by Kristen Gant 6-1-1997

Stardate: 90601.1416
Scene: 10-Forward
MD: 3.1700

Ferra had only turned back to the window a few moments before another figure approached her table.

"Hello," the smooth voice said.

She turned to see the dark wavy hair of the FEYNMAN's Operations officer. "Krysa, right?" she asked with a smile.

Krysa grinned, "Right. I take it Tarrant has been talking? Filling you in on all the dirt about our crew."

"Only nice things, of course." Ferra insisted.

"Of course," Krysa chuckled. She motioned to an empty chair at Ferra's table, "Do you mind if I join you?"

"No, please do."

Krysa laid a hand on the back of the chair, pulling it out as she turned to turn and inquisitive eye on the FEYNMAN's 10-Forward host, "What's on the menu this evening?"

Bat's eyes lit up, "Oh my dear, do I have something special for you tonight."

"What?" Krysa asked settling into the chair.

"Now if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise." Bat said, stubbornly refusing to say anything more. He nodded to Ferra and headed out to get his 'special' for the night.

"When Tarrant told me you were staying for a bit, I just knew I had to come and chat with you." Krysa said a gleam in her eye. "I've known him for well over a year now, and I still can't get him to talk about himself very much."

"Now that definitely sounds like my brother." Ferra laughed. "I'm sure I can fill you in on anything you might like to hear."

Krysa grinned, "I was hoping you might say that. I'm sure my siblings would be more then willing to spread the word on me, given the opportunity."

Regards,
Lt.Cmdr. Krysa Jenn
OPS/2O, USS FEYNMAN
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NRPG: Just a short one to give Jason a chance to give us the dirt on Tarrant's childhood. I'll post more about when we get to Karrest once Max assigns an away team :}

Kristen