Bar Trek: The Next Generation. Episode 4: Sore Leave

[Gwaihir]

Several hours later . . .

Lt. Gwai opens his eyes blearily and looks around.

"Huh? Whatzs thish? Whereami? Uhgh, sickbay, hrm, I was . . . in the shower . . . no, it was the bridge, and and and . . . there was a pile, a pile of . . . er . . . they smelled . . . i mustve fainted, . . . hrm."

As the remaining 95% of his brain catches up with the rest of his body, Lt. Gwai remembers more accurately what happened.

"Oh, NO! I was undressing on the BRIDGE?! Why do I allllllways do something wrong?! I mean, its not like i'm trying to . . . people always over-react anyway. Especially the vulcan academy. I know I'm supposed to stick to the pure science, but it seemed like it woud be so simple to increase the capabilities of that scanner. I just didn't remember to check that the targeting relays could hold the power load. I really didn't mean for it to change focus during the thesis presentation, and certainly not to the director's bedroom . . . Although I must admit, some of the things she was doing were rather educational . . . if only the rest of the administrative board thought so. And now I'm already ruining my big chance for a new start here at starfleet. I have to work extra hard to make up for my mistake."

Realizing that he had no good reason for that outburst, he looks nervously around, hoping no one really heard nuch of it. Fortunately, S'Katchoo is snoring peacefully, and the Dr. Geo is nowhere to be seen. Although, there are some noises coming from the next room that sound sort of like the ones in the director's bedroom . . .

Lt. Gwai slides gingerly off of the bed, and begins to walk over to investigate, thinks better of it, and decides to go work on the combination phaser/tricorder unit that's been giving him trouble. As he walks out the door, he notices a sign he hadn't seen before.

"To enter here say . . . "

There is a thud and a yelp (that sounds amazingly like a FBW) from the next room, and as he finishes reading, geo appears (in, shall we say, less than full uniform), diving to stop him, yelling "No, don't say-"

". . . onions," Lt. Gwai finishes reading.

**RRRRrrruuuummmmbbbllle**

One shortcoming of the Anti-Sniff devices is their tendency to come off when stuck by hundreds of small, smelly orbs, and this case is no exception. When the outpouring stops, he is sprawled unconscious in the doorway under a pile of the cursed comestibles, which is spilling into the medical rooms and the hallway.

You know, those things probably cause brain damage. Too much exposure might turn a guy into a vegetable.

**Er, i hope you don't mind the slight borrowage of your character, geo. I think its pretty consistent tho. If not, well, you're the one standing there with a whole medlab full of fun drugs and me unconscious under a pile of you-know-whats. Even if you are somewhat informally attired.

[ May 06, 2003, 05:29: Message edited by: Gwaihir ]