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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: Reception</h3> | |||
<h4 style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','Arial'; color: royalblue; font-weight: bold;">by | |||
Charles Jencks 4-23-1996</h4> | |||
SD 80423.1830<br> | |||
Officer's Dining Hall, 7.1930<br> | |||
Krazny, after all, had '''known''' what was going to be said, so he glanced | |||
around the room when the other officers were told there was going to be a | |||
Betazoid joining ceremony... | |||
... and saw exactly what he'd felt was going to happen. Some of the | |||
officers, like himself, didn't mind at all, and some were already thinking | |||
up excuses not to go before it was said that "Clothed guests are not seen | |||
as an offense... any longer." | |||
To that he felt two reactions. Among the minority (albeit a large one), | |||
including himself, was a great deal of amusement, and the others seemed to | |||
let out a simultaneous subconscious sigh of relief. | |||
But when they hauled out a '''cake''', of all things, he was puzzled... | |||
Betazoid joining announcements weren't exactly a cake kind of occasion. | |||
Then, after listening to the ambassador, he understood. The cake had | |||
nothing - or not much - to do with the announcement. Krysa hadn't told | |||
him... and he hadn't read - from ANYBODY... that it was her '''birthday'''! | |||
Arrrggghhhhhhh..... Krazny never did like birthdays.... especially those | |||
of people who were much older than his paltry eighteen. Even when he'd | |||
gone into the Academy - just after turning fourteen - he'd hated | |||
birthdays... perhaps because his father's birthday had been the day he got | |||
killed. | |||
After the meal, Krazny got up and headed for the window where Krysa was | |||
standing. "You didn't tell me it was your birthday, too." | |||
"Thought you wouldn't understand the mood I was in if you knew." Krysa | |||
whispered. | |||
"No, I hate 'em." He lowered his voice. "Always have... though maybe my | |||
nineteenth could change that... because, and I don't usually talk about | |||
before I was in the Academy, but... my father died on his birthday, when I | |||
was seven." | |||
NRPG: Well, here's Krazny's take on things. Oh, and I realize he's been | |||
drinking under age, but then, he's a Starfleet Officer, who's gonna check | |||
his ID? That is, if there still IS a drinking age... | |||
Charles Jencks<br> | |||
Ensign Krazny Oktyabr<br> | |||
CNS, USS FEYNMAN<br> | |||
BTW My machine had a fit every time I tried to read the last note... | |||
seems it didn't want me to read past the second page. I ended up printing | |||
it out just to get to read the end! Servers.... | |||