From: 96906700afk@nene.ac.uk
Date: Fri, 11 Apr 1997 18:28:37 +0000 (GMT)
Subject: USS CHESAPEAKE: Ale and psych

>Stavay noticed the other pilots joking around at an adjoining table.
>"How come you're not sitting along with them?"
>"Because one of them's only 5 feet 8!"
>Looking, she measured the heights this time.  What did 5 feet 8 have to
>do with anything?  Sighing, she answered, "I see.  Tell me ENS
>O'Graeach...have you ever taken a Starfleet Psychological Exam?"
	O'Graeach shrugged uncomfortably.  "A few times.  Well, twice.  I
guess you heard..."  He shrugged again and took the pint of ale from the
barkeper and sipped it.  A smile crept across his face.  "Ah, now THAT's
what I call proper beer.  Want some ?"
	The counselor looked at the mudcoloured liquid and shook her head.
"No thank you.  You were saying, about your psych-test ?"
	"Well I got disqualified from my first psych-test, so I had to do
it again.", Oz shrugged and downed a good quarter pint.  "Mmmhh, yummy."
	"How can yoy get disqualified from a psych-test ?", Stavay
wondered.
	"I got caught cheating.  Very embarassing.", O'Graeach admitted.
"Anyway, I had to do another test, and that was the end of it."
	"Do you remember the results ?", she asked.
	Oz shrugged.  "Maybe.  Want some crisps ?"
	Stavay took some crisps from the offered bowl and nearly choked.
"What flavour is - cough - cough - that ?"
	"Prawn - chocolate with chive.  I know, they are sort of soggy,
but it's the only flavour except vinegar and cheese'n'onion.  Want some
more ?"
	"No thanks.", Stavay said, hoping the taste in her mouth would go
away.
	"Please yourself.", Oz grinned and stuffed a small handful of
crisps in his mouth.  "Anyway, I was proven to be perfectly sane.  A
shame, really, that Prof. Hathaway decided to top himself half an hour
later.  Apparently he'd been really depressed for weeks, stopped caring
about his work, and that day he somehow thought that popping his head into
the microwave would solve all his problems.  Silly fool..."
	"I think I recall Prof. Hathaway.  All his tests administered
three weeks before his death were declared void.  THey had all been at the
100% level."
	"I know.  He didn't care about the answeres, he just awareded
maximum marks.", O'Graeach said.
	"That means you have no successful psych-test in your file.  I
will need you to complete one.  Could you please come to my office in the
very near future ?"
	Ozwald eyed her carefully.  He was way behind in his paperwork,
and he had no intention of starting now.  "If I find the time.  Say, you
must be really busy on this ship.  From what I've heared, I'm one of the
few normal people on board.  Mind you, Gann's harmless, even though he's
an engineer.  Still, you must be really exhausted at the end of your day.
Listening to other peoples problems, and all that.  How about a trip to
the Carribean this evening ?  I could book the holodeck for us, and we'd
have a relaxing, pleasurable night - I mean, vacation."
NRPG:
O'Graeach never bothered to read up on the crew, so he doesn't have a clue
about the counselors sex change.  Not that he'd mind.  She's female now,
so he can, and will, hit on her.  Talk about Freud...
Yours,
Fabian Alexander
playing
Ens. Ozwald O'Graeach, USS CHESAPEAKE, FCO
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