From: Live Long and Prosper
Date: Mon, 28 Apr 1997 02:46:55 -0500 (EST)
Subject: USS CHESAPEAKE: Pieces
SD 90427.1611
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Physical Sciences Heaadquarters
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MD 6.1505
"The Lieutenant was just... she just... happened to be in the
way, sir," said the young Researcher helplessly. "We were told to be on
the look-out, so..."
"So you just shot her, yes?"
The young man nodded.
"Mr. Dixon," said Anne slowly, calmly, "I am not even going to
comment on the fact that you aren't supposed to have a phaser in your
possession. That is a matter that I will take up with you and the Chief
Security Officer at some other time. What I want to know is where the
rabbit is at this time."
"I don't know, sir," whispered Mason Dixon. "I just... shot, and
after that... I don't remember anything. Sir."
Anne nodded slowly.
"Mr. Dixon," she said quietly, "you are relieved of your duties
for the next two days. I will have a talk with you at a later time, when
I feel more able to look at things objectively. Meanwhile... I am going
to my quarters." She looked up, including Decker and Stenford, both of
whom had met her at the PSD HQ, in her remarks. "I don't want to hear
another peep out of the Science Department for the rest of the day. That
is an order.
"I want you to find the rabbit, put it in its cage, and have it
taken back to Mr. Decker's quarters. It is *not* to leave it again, and
it is *never* to show its cute furry self in the science department,
*ever*... at least, not while I am Chief Science Officer.
"That is all I have to say at the moment. Good evening."
Anne left the lab feeling drained. To have a division head in
sickbay was bad enough; to know that she was there because some excitable
young Researcher decided that she looked too much like a runaway bunny
was almost too much to bear. For the first time, Anne began to wonder
if, perhaps, she had been hasty in her judgement of the department.
Maybe, she thought grimly, they really *weren't* interested in being
great scientists after all. Maybe they were just... themselves.
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CSciO's Quarters
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MD 6.1510
Anne rearranged her bookshelf with the automatic movements of one
who had done it many times. Whenever she felt in need of something to do
while she thought through things, she took to rearranging her bookshelf.
They were on a mission now... and Anne was acting like a basket
case. She would have to shape up before they got into some real
trouble. Not that the Science Department would be called upon to perform
any miracles; those duties fell upon the Engineering Department. But it
would, for instance, be rather unfortunate if the department were to
suffer a major crisis of its own when the Captain needed critical
information. Anne busily piled up some boxes and considered her problem.
There were, as she saw it, three things that needed to be done.
First, she would have to restrict access to certain laboratories. That
would have to include all science students as a given. She briefly
thought about banning the Flight Control Officer as well, then decided
against it; it would be very bad form to ban a senior officer from her
department. She would just have to deal with him as the need arose.
Second, she would have to spend more quality time in the
department. She still remembered what the Counselor had said about her
"mothering" the department too much, but thought that she should risk
doing too much than too little. She had hardly spent any meaningful time
in the science department, and now look what happened. She would try the
"Chief Is In" method for a bit and see if it could change the trend of
self-destruction.
Third, Anne thought, she needed to Get a Grip on her life. She
had allowed her emotions to spin out of control the past several days,
and she was sick of it. Every time she thought of it, she shuddered.
This was not behavior becoming of one whom her father had called "my
little Vulcan." She *liked* that title; it fit in with how she thought
she should view the world. She would have to be more... stable.
That being said, she wondered about friendships. Certainly, her
relationship to Dr. Ledoux was one that she treasured, though she knew
that there would be occasion for misunderstandings and other rather
unpleasant things; they both had a lot of emotionl baggage, and odds of
setting off an unintentional trigger was rather high.
As for the others she had met on board... yes, she felt something
for some of them... was *that* logical? She wasn't too certain... but
she *did* know that Stephen Stenford had a younger sister to whom he
referred from time to time; surely that indicated some sort of emotional
attachment? She *could* retain her friendships and still remain a
Vulcan, couldn't she?
Well... she'll just have to see, that was all there was to it.
Anne lined up the boxes in a new order, then brushed her curls over her
ears so that the tips wouldn't show. She could at least pretend that
they were pointy.
Respectfully submitted,
Masako Goto
Lt. Anne Murray, Ph.D.
CSciO
USS CHESAPEAKE NCC-31813
mgoto@indiana.edu
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Timeline should be on the way either tomorrow or day after.
Chris, Lynnaea, Naomi: Holding off on judging true state of relationship
between Anne and your character(s) until such time
as we figure out the outcome of various posts. :)
Melvin: Hmm, an emotional-acting Sereh might be quite a sight for Anne. ;)
Amy, Takako: ::sigh:: This *should* get her back to what she *used* to
be... ::growl:: I kinda miss her. ::tear tear sniffle::
James: Sociological discussion sometime? Pleeeease? :)
Fabian: Is Oz planning on making an appearance at Sciences when Anne's
around? Just thought I'd ask. ;)
Michael: My NRPG didn't get to you somehow, so... want to try setting up
something between the Sciences and Engineering?
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Thought for the day: Is there a time when it's difficult to accept love
from others; and, if so, why?
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