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==JP-JAMES/SHAGAN: What happened on stardate 237602.19==
<pre style='font-size:12px;'><nowiki>Enter SIM here.
(OOC: Interesting fact, James and I have been working on this JP since day
one for us on the ship, but there was never a right time to post it. So we
kept hoping and editing... Here it is now!)
((Medical bay, USS Discovery-C))
::Telice rubbed her eyes tiredly. She stretched and heard a few pops in her
back. After a night on a biobed it was hardly surprising. Putting her chin
in her hand, she closed her eyes for a moment. Her office door lay ajar
after Valdivia’s departure, noises filtering in from the few nurses on
shift in sickbay. The sound of laughter threatened to bring back her
migraine, but other than the nurses and an injured engineer the infirmary
was blessedly empty. She could go and have lunch now. The Chief Science
Officer had been her last physical for the day, thankfully.::
::His file was still on her desk, medical report yet unsigned. Telice
grabbed her PADD and added her signature to it, then turned off the
screen.::
::The doctor still felt lousy after previous day’s events. She decided
against a direct visit to the mess hall and took a quick detour to her
quarters for a shower. Another one. Thank god for the upcoming shore leave.
She had never needed rest so badly, even though she was supposed to be off
duty. She got dressed in a clean uniform and smoothed over the embroidered
medical logo on chest. She liked the feel of it under her fingertips. She
liked it even better now she was Lieutenant Junior Grade.::
::The morning’s encounter with Captain Waltas had been supremely
uncomfortable. His attitude had greatly surprised her. She hadn’t taken him
for a coward.::
::She still couldn’t believe her promotion. It had happened so fast. To her
knowledge it could take up to a year before the commanding officer even
noticed all of the juniors, let alone personally hand out the promotion.
But then she had been busy, between the plague and the Trill symbiont’s
rescue. She felt reasonably confident that their little escapade to the
club wouldn’t be kept on record, seeing as to how the captain had joined
the fun, to call it that. No one had to know.::
::But there wouldn’t but another promotion any time soon. Telice gave a sad
glance to her room.::
::Her personal quarters were a mess. Folded clothes peeked out of her open
bag and a pile of dirty uniform and underwear sat at the end of her bed.
The picture of her graduation day sat proudly at the end of her small desk.
She always made sure to carry it with her wherever she went, on the top of
her clothes so it was the first thing out of her bag. This time it had
found a more permanent position, and she felt good about that.::
::Already she felt like a veteran already.She chuckled at the thought.
Everything was still muddled in her mind. McCall’s departure, the
promotions... that weird fish creature! It was a lot to take in..::
::Telice's stomach grumbled loudly.::
SHAGAN: oO Right, lunch. Oo
::She grabbed her PADD and put on her standard issue boots. Unbidden, the
thought of her fellow crewmembers crossed her mind. It was so unlikely that
they should find themselves in the same room today, or later, but it was a
possibility. Telice dearly hoped she wouldn’t have to hide behind any
corners to avoid embarrassment.::
::She exited her quarters and took the nearest turbolift to the ship’s
exit.::
((Ensign James personal quarters, USS Discovery-C))
:: The sound of Pink Floyds’ Shine On You Crazy Diamond echoed through
James’ chaotic quarters. A unusual choice for a Vulcan, perhaps but still
one of James’ favorites. By the time James had finally finished last night,
he was too tired to unpack properly, yet he still tried with disastrous
results., hence the rooms chaos.::
I remember when you were young. You shone like the sun.
:: James stepped outside of the shower and immediately started to root
around the detritus for something to wear. ::
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, blown on the steel
wind.
0o I can’t believe I bypassed command like that... still if it helped save
the life of that symbiont.. That symbiont is many and I am one... It is
only logical that I placed its life above my career...  Not to mention the
whole 'Sabotage' thing... Still I can't beat myself up about that.... But
maybe the programmer who committed the update can be... Not to mention my
promotion! 0o
Come on you boy child, you winner and loser, come on you miner for truth
and delusion, and shine!
0o Then in the same day fought off some Orions with a improvised energy
weapon... Not that it had much effect... Still, I’m bringing a phaser next
time I leave the ship... 0o
:: James’s realised that he was suddenly quite hungry. Unusually for him,
he also wanted company, to not be alone with his thoughts. Having realised
this instead of just using the replicator, he headed for the Mess hall. ::
JAMES: Computer, stop music.
((Mess hall, USS Discover-C))
::The mess hall had been a bad, bad idea. Everyone was staring. The doctor
was at loss. Then of course she realised. Curse Warren, Telice was going to
kill her. She couldn’t imagine any of the officers present the previous
evening spilling the beans, so any detail had had to come from the nurse.::
::Telice did her best to ignore the stares and took a tray.::
::The replicators held a variety of dishes from a number of planets, all
member of the Federation. Telice realised it may look unfair that most were
Terran, but she was certainly glad for it. After all a good percentage of
the fleet was human. On the spur of the moment, she ordered a plate of
Romulan jumbo mollusks. It could never taste as good as the real thing, but
she could pretend.::
::And no alcohol. God, no alcohol. Not in a million years.::
::She turned around and narrowly avoided collision with an officer who was
reaching for the replicator next to hers.::
SHAGAN: oO You have got to be kidding me. Oo James?
JAMES: Ah, Mrs Shagan. How... nice to see you. Good Afternoon.
SHAGAN: Good morning. ::looking around:: We do seem to make a habit of
running into each other. I guess I’ll just... oO Go away go away
goawaygoaway.... Oo
::Telice couldn’t remember much after entering the club last night. Her
memories were blurry, but a few moments remained crystal clear. She
remembered sitting in the Vulcan’s lap, clinging to his neck like a
groupie. Had she come onto him? On a Vulcan of all people. Just the thought
made her cringe.::
::She walked to a table, put her tray down and raised her gaze. James had
followed her, and although his face was as expressionless as that of any
Vulcan, she got the strange feeling that he didn't know how to start this
conversation either. Good god, wasn’t he the least bit embarrassed by the
previous night that he would walk after her like that?::
::Had they actually... done anything? At loss, she felt her face burn with
shame and twisted the napkin on her tray. She couldn’t bring herself to
ask, and she doubted the Vulcan would welcome such a question in a public
place anyway.::
SHAGAN: ...yes?
JAMES: Do you mind if I sit with you?
SHAGAN: ::defeated:: Sure, have a seat. ::she sat as well.::
Congratulations on the promotion, by the way. I don’t think I ever got a
chance to say.
JAMES: Thank you. Congratulations to you too.
SHAGAN: Thanks. ::She started to eat, gaze cast down to her food. But
eventually she couldn’t take it.:: So, last night... Did you and I...? Did
we...?
JAMES: Have a fun and uneventful evening? Yes, we did Doctor. Don’t worry,
nothing untoward happened.
SHAGAN: ::profoundly relieved:: Oh, good. Better than that. Perfect.
JAMES: o0 I curse my eidetic memory. 0o
::Her eyes remained hopelessly stuck to her tray lest he saw the
awkwardness on her face. He was just like any other crewmember, and she was
being stupid. They hadn’t done anything. She hadn’t done anything with a
Vulcan, she was alright. When she looked up, James was observing her with
unfathomable eyes. Vulcans, she found, all had the same bottomless dark
gaze, one she was acquainted with from an early age.::
((Flashback, Starfleet shipyard, San Francisco, stardate 237602.19))
::Telice was so excited. She was jumping all over the place with
excitement. Excitement was her. Finally, FINALLY she got to with her dad to
the shipyard, and go inside of the huge ships. It was going so much fun!
And best of all, she would get to sit in the captain's chair, as if she was
the captain!::
::Red cheeked and febrile, she ran ahead of her father to the gate and
straight into the security officer's arms who caught her easily. Aniam
Sellick was a familiar face to the Shagan family.::
::The large blue gates and entrance yard were buzzing with activity like a
newly installed hive, Starfleet officers coming in and out, mostly
engineers carrying tools and folders. A few cars were patrolling the yard,
each proudly displaying the Starfleet sign.::
SELLICK: You're getting so heavy kid, soon you might get past me!
T.SHAGAN: ::giggling:: You are a lying liar.
SELLICK: Is that so?
J.SHAGAN: It is so ::Telice's father Jethro reached out and shook Sellick's
hand with a smile:: Still coming for lunch tomorrow?
SELLICK: Sure thing, Jethro. Tell the lady I said hi.
J.SHAGAN: Will do. Come on, kiddo. Let's go.
::The security officer made to hand her to her father, but she wriggled
free as soon as he loosened his hold and started again towards the
shipyard, her command yellow sweater flashing brightly among the red shirts
walking around the entrance yard, the back tagged with a badly drawn
Starfleet logo.::
SELLICK: Still a handful I see.
::Jethro laughed and nodded goodbye to his friend before following his
daughter. Meanwhile, Telice had reached the ship access checkpoint, and was
loudly berating an amused engineer for not letting her through.::
J.SHAGAN: Don't worry Lieutenant, the bark is worse than the bite. ::The
officer shook his head and returned to his duties while Telice's father
grabbed her hand.:: Stay with me now, I don't want you to get lost.
T.SHAGAN: I won't! I know aaaall the blueprints you left on your desk by
heart.
J.SHAGAN: ::sharply:: I told you not to go into my study.
T.SHAGAN: You also said not to tell mum about that time we had ice cream
before dinner.
J.SHAGAN: ::biting back a laugh:: Oh I see, we are negotiating now. Fine,
how many decks does this ship have?
::They were inside now, and walked into the first turbolift. Telice raised
on the tip of her toes to press the button. She could only reach the bottom
one, but since it was their destination, it didn't really matter.::
::While she pondered the answer, Jethro took his combadge out.::
J.SHAGAN: =/\=Lieutenant Commander Shagan to the bridge. Coming in with...
the package.=/\=
::His call was acknowledged by an amused ensign.::
T.SHAGAN: ::frowning in concentration:: 24! Because... because... ::she
frowned some more:: Because it's a sovereign class ship!
J.SHAGAN: Well done. Maybe we won't tell your mother about that ice cream.
::The turbolift's door swished open, and a young ensign in science blue
uniform stepped up to greet them.::
LOP: Ensign Lop, I'm with science, Sir.
J.SHAGAN: At ease, ensign. We'll be out of your hair in a moment.
LOP: ::grinning down at Telice:: It's not trouble Sir.
::Telice bounced down the bridge's steps, and hurled herself at the
captain's chair. She climbed it, determinate, and sat facing the screen,
back straight, eyes intense on the skeleton crew working the controls.::
T.SHAGAN: ::screaming joyously:: All hands on deck!
::All present jumped a few inches off the ground, badly startled. After a
moment of silence, a chorus of laughter ran around the bridge. Telice
smirked at her father, all cheek.::
J.SHAGAN: ::Gesturing at her to come down. :: That's quite enough, young
lady. We-
::He was interrupted by the arrival of the future's ship first officer,
Garry Rolland, a Trill he barely knew but had heard great things about,
followed by two desk lackeys and a tall Vulcan in a traditional garb. An
ambassador then.::
J. SHAGAN: Commander. ::A nodd.::
ROLLAND: Ah, Mr Shagan. Just the man I need.
::Telice blinked at the Vulcan curiously while he father talked about
boring Starfleet papers. She knew what Vulcan looked like in theory, but
she had never seen one before. She slid off the command chair and sneaked
closer to the tall alien.::
::Just as she had reached his back, he turned around abruptly and looked
down at her. Thankfully, her father was too engaged in the conversation to
have noticed.::
T.SHAGAN: You're Vulcan aren't you!
T'ROK: That is correct. I am ambassador T'Rok.
T.SHAGAN: Really? That's a weird name. ::The Vulcan stared at her.:: I'm
Telice!
T'ROK: It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Telice of Earth.
T.SHAGAN: No, I'm just called Telice.
T'ROK: Indeed, I was merely conveying my respect by using the proper form
of address.
::Now her father was turning around, having noticed that she had left the
chair. Telice thought quickly to say something interesting to this alien.
Maybe it wasn't first contact, but it was her first contact! She had to
make it memorable.::
::An image of her brother poped in her mind. What did he always say about
Vulcans?::
T.SHAGAN: ::looking straight at the ambassador:: Wow, I don't know what you
just said, but you sure have a stick up your ass!
::Shocked silence followed her words, the crew frozen in place. Even the
comm unit stopped buzzing. After an agonizing minute, the ambassador walked
swiftly back inside the turbolift.::
T'ROK: Commander Rolland, I believe I must return to my quarters
immediately.
ROLLAND: Ambassador, you haven't seen the ship yet. I assure you this-
T'ROK: ::coldly:: Immediately, Commander.
J.SHAGAN: ::rushed:: Ambassador, please accept my apologies, Telice is very
young-
T'ROK: That is no excuse. A Vulcan child would never utter such
inappropriate word at any age. Your daughter is a poor but common example
of Terran misconduct.
J.SHAGAN: Now wait  just a minute here!
ROLLAND: Stand down Lieutenant! ::he snapped:: We'll talk about this when I
come back. Wait for me outside the ship.
::Only when the Commander and the Ambassador had left did the crew start
working again, an uneasy silence following the incident. Telice winced as
her father grabbed her hand and all but dragged her to the turbolift.::
T.SHAGAN: ::quietly:: But you always laugh when John says it.
J.SHAGAN: When we're at home Telice! That's different! Besides, I don't
want you saying that kind of thing, to anyone, Terran or other! Is that
understood?
::Telice sniffed.::
J. SHAGAN: ::severely:: Is it?
T.SHAGAN: Yes!
J.SHAGAN: Don't give me attitude now, or this is the only time you'll get
to visit the shipyard.
::They rushed out of the ship. Telice had to run to keep up, and she
stumbled as they reached the ground. Her father released her hand and
immediately started apologizing to Commander Rolland. The ambassador was
nowhere to be seen.::
::Looking around the yard dejectedly, Telice's gaze was arrested by a pair
of dark, deep brown eyes in the center of a stoic, if slightly curious
face. A young boy was observing carefully from a distance, as if assessing
her. Telice started to smile, but then she noticed.::
::His ears were pointy. He was Vulcan.::
::She turned her back to him, facing her the two officers arguing about
proper conduct and and favors and bringing children aboard a ship.::
::Telice decided there and then that never, ever ever would she would
befriend a Vulcan.::
((Present time, Mess hall, USS Discovery-C))
:: James lifted up his cup to take a drink, Tea, Earl Grey, Hot of course.
Although he wasn’t sure why you had to specify the hot... Surely the
replicator could work out that you wanted your tea hot! I mean, how else
does one drink tea. ::
::Telice observed him in silence for a moment. He sipped at his tea calmly,
watching her with an air of quiet expectation. A completely non judgmental
gaze. It was so far beyond what she was used to that she was at loss for
words, especially after her behavior at the club. The silence stretch for a
second longer than politeness would allow.::
SHAGAN : ::suddenly :: You're not fully Vulcan, are you ? oO Oh wow, way to
be rude here. Oo
JAMES : oO I suppose she needs to know... After all she is a doctor. Oo No,
I'm only 1/4th Vulcan.
SHAGAN : Ah.
JAMES : Perhaps, this information will lower your hostility to me? ::He
raised an eyebrow ::
SHAGAN : No, I-::she paused again. :: I'm sure once I get to know you-::she
let out a frustrated groan. :: Look, it's complicated. I'm sure you're a
nice guy- Vulcan ! A nice Vulcan, but I don't do Vulcans. oO Especially not
after last night. Oo
::He gave her a blank look. ::
SHAGAN : ::rolling her eyes :: I don't have Vulcan friends. Or
acquaintances. ::Telice stabbed her jumbo mollusks viciously. Juice landed
all over the table. She muttered quietly. :: Not since that ambassador,
anyway.
JAMES : oO Shagan... She isn't 'that' Shagan... is she? Oo Is this anything
to do with that 'incident' that happened back in 2373, in February I
believe?
::Speechless, Telice stared at the Vulcan in front of her, fork halfway to
her mouth. She put it back down slowly. ::
SHAGAN : How could you possibly know about that ? That report was
classified!
JAMES : I was nearby at the time, visiting my maternal Grandmother.
::Telice mulled over that statement in silence. The surrounding noise of
conversation washed over her like a breeze. He must be lying, there hadn't
been anyone else but Starfleet personnel at the yard that day. Or maybe
someone on Vulcan had told him about. It was possible that the ambassador
had told his people. In fact, it was certain. ::
::Suddenly, it hit her like a freight train. ::
SHAGAN: The Vulcan kid. That was you.
JAMES: Please do not judge my species on that one Ambassador. To use a 21st
century phrase, which appears to be useful here, he was a complete and
utter dick. :: Takes a bite of his Hasperat :: He was removed from his post
a few months later, you know.
::That sentence in a Vulcan mouth startled a laugh out of her. ::
SHAGAN : Because of me?
JAMES : I think so, I'm not entirely sure... It was mostly suppressed.
There was some... *interesting* rumours though...
SHAGAN : Wow, I actually feel bad for the guy. I was ten after all.
JAMES : He completely lost his logical detachment. His comments were very
much based on emotion, not logic. While that isn't entirely a bad thing, in
some circumstances, this time it was not. He behaved more like a Romulan
than a Vulcan. Anyway, Vulcan children used to bully me with far worse
insults than suggesting I have a 'stick up my ass'.
SHAGAN: ::Telice tilted her head and considered him thoughtfully. Still, it
was not an insult a Vulcan would voice lightly.:: So you don't approve of
that ?
JAMES : The misuse of emotion? Definitely. I was taught that, as the
universe is not always logical, neither can we be. But, getting angry at
the comments of a young child, shows not only poor emotional control but a
very unbalanced personality. To anger from the words of a child, said
without intent... it was highly illogical.
::Telice's gaze wandered to the blue walls of the mess hall as her mind
relieved once more the events of that day. She then thought of the Vulcans
she had met at the Academy, and during training. Had she really been that
prejudiced ? Had she actually been xenophobic, in a way? Ironic, for a
future xenobiologist.::
SHAGAN : I...::it was difficult to get the words out. Her father furious
face came forward then disappeared again. :: You're not all the same.
You're just a bit... ::she smiled tentatively :: stuck up.
JAMES: Well, I can admit that we can be, indeed. :: James flashed a brief
smile, before returning to normal. :: If all you've had contact with is
*him* though, I can see how you could be prejudiced.... and perhaps with
reason.
SHAGAN: Thanks. ::dryly:: You’re really not what I imagined. I think...
::she grinned:: I think you and I could be friends, someday.
JAMES: Yes I think we could.
SHAGAN: ::she scooped the remaining Romulan delicacies on her plate with
her fork and shoved them into her mouth.:: Do you have plans for shore
leave? Plans that don’t involve... alcohol?
JAMES: At the moment, no. I trust that you never want to see alcohol again?
SHAGAN: I’m not sure... Depends on how much time we have.::She smiled.::
How long have we been on base already? We might not have time for shore
leave in the end.
JAMES: True... Although, I would expect us to have a little bit longer...
:: Eyes lighting up. :: Anyway, I don’t think the Captain is in a fit state
to leave yet!
SHAGAN: ::Telice debated whether or not she would tell him about her
encounter with the captain this morning, then decided against it.:: … do
you think he is hiding in his quarters?
JAMES: Either that or sleeping it off. He was quite intoxicated last night,
did you see how he acted towards the Councillor?
SHAGAN: Well, I guess it’s none of our business anyway.
JAMES: Yes, I quite agree. In the meantime, what are your thoughts on the
Terran Sherlock Holmes series? I've heard that this ship has a excellent
copy of some holodeck programs designed on the Enterprise, and holodeck
programs are always more... fun, with another precipitant.
SHAGAN: ::The non-sequitur brought her up short, but she soon shook her
head.:: Why not.
::If only because the whispers around them were driving her crazy.::</nowiki></pre>


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