SIM:Fenelli/Welcome To My Teenage Nightmare

I give credit of this post to Raj Blueheart, seeing as how this is the one he simmed.

((Luna?))

Apparently, in this zany misadventure of Q’s, outstanding personalities from some officers’ past were awkwardly resurfacing, much to the embarrassment and chagrin of those officers. One such colorful personality was a bully from Raj’s high school period, one Tommy Grant. The other, newer player in this Q diorama, gauging from the lieutenant’s body language, was an ex of sorts. Raj had no time to heave a frustrated sigh, never mind roll his eyes.::

Thompson: ::grabbing Mary's arm, turning her around and kissing her:: Hey.

Blueheart: oO Whoa. Oo

Fenelli: ::pulling away from him and yelling:: Q what have you done!!

Thompson: ::confused:: Hey, I'm sorry I left you, but I want you again. I made a mistake, I am sorry.

Fenelli: Uh...::walking over to Raj, grabbing his hand and pulling him close to her:: I already have someone.

Mary looked at Raj. Raj looked back at Mary. Somehow in the awkwardness of the moment, some things actually made much more sense than being in a high school on the moon.::

Blueheart: Yeah? Who?

Thompson: Don't lie to me Mary.

Fenelli: Pshh, I'm not lying. This is my...::struggling through a short pause:: Boyfriend.

Raj started hacking violently and involuntarily. An invisible toad had latched on to the back of his throat and was not about to let go so easily.::

Dara: Yes, they are. And we are in a hurry, so…

Fenelli: ::suddenly pulling Raj in close and hugging him:: See? Boyfriend. I can't get back with you.

Blueheart: ::having recovered just as suddenly:: Yes! Definitely! ::nodding eagerly:: What she said!

Thompson: ::to Raj:: Well, do you mind dumping your Girlfriend? I would like to date her again.

Blueheart: Well.. I.. um.. I don’t think----

Thompson: Well how about her? ::looking at LtCmdr Rahman:: Does she have a boyfriend?

Rahman: Hmmph. That does sound nice. Why don't you go down to that classroom at the end of the hall, and I'll meet you there? We'll share something special.

Thompson: ::smiling:: Now you're talking!

Soon the ex too was behind the door of the last classroom, after Tommy Grant.::

Rahman: Now ensign. Seal the doors.

Dara: response

They ignored the angry shouts from behind the door as they headed into one of the restrooms, following LtCmdr Rahman’s lead. Once they were all safely inside, the FO locked the door behind them.::

Rahman: All right, so judging by the appearance of that second boy, we can probably conclude we're not actually in the past, rather some sort of… fantasy.

Blueheart: I agree. Things just don’t add up. ::pause:: It’s a warped mindgame toying with our most shameful and painful past.

Dara/Fenelli: response

Rahman: ::nodding towards the mirror above the sink:: And I guess that must be how we look to everyone else.

Following her gaze, Raj was stunned to see a more youthful version of himself in the mirror staring back at him. Why would Q go to such great lengths to achieve this illusion was beyond his comprehension.::

Fenelli: I look the same...with braces, and longer hair.

Blueheart: Never thought I’d say this but I actually miss the older Me.

Rahman: ::smirking:: Nice haircut, ensign.

Dara: response

Fenelli: Lookin' good. ::She smiled.::

Blueheart: I think it’s cute.

Rahman: ::turning to face the team once again:: This must be part of the Q's game. From past reports on encounters with the Q, they seem to enjoy these kind of fantasies they've put other crews in before.

Fenelli: ::mumbling:: I see other people are enjoying it too.

Blueheart: ::flatly:: Yay. I’m on reality tv.

Dara: response

Rahman: Perhaps the flag we're looking for then is somewhere in this fantasy. Doctor, can you tell us anymore about this school? Any place we should start looking?

Fenelli: ::still mumbling.:: You could look deep in a garbage can. ::grinning widely::

Blueheart: ::thinking for several seconds before replying:: This school is really big on sports. You’re looking at regional football, basketball and swimming champions! If I were looking for a flag, I’d start with the cheerleaders. Is it a coincidence that the school colors are purple and gold? ::He grinned wryly.::

Dara: response

She nodded and looked again at Ensign Dara.::

Rahman: Since the doctor and the lieutenant have already encountered two figures from their past, I suppose it's only a matter of time before we run into our own.

Dara: response

Rahman: I hope there's enough room in that classroom.

Blueheart: Well there’s always the teachers’ lounge..

Dara: response

Rahman: Doctor, were there any people here you could trust? A fellow student or a certain teacher? Perhaps we can try to find them.

Blueheart: Erk! ::He blushed furiously.::

Dara: response

Fenelli: I hope----

In a sudden bright flash of light, Lt JG Mary Fenelli was gone, replaced by a scruffy-looking young man with the blackest of eyes.::

Core: ---- the rules- ::leaping away from the group:: I- what- how- ?

Blueheart: ::pointing at the man:: I should know you.. but I don’t.

Rahman/Dara: response

Core: What is going on and why am I here?

Blueheart: ::heaving a sigh of frustration:: Why are we all here?

Rahman/Dara: response

Core: It's official. I'm insane. My brain has been too badly damaged and I'm comprehending space time and dimension time travel without the use of technology - makes sense I guess since I was working on starship beaming because there was honestly nothing else to do and what better way to contemplate the impossible by attaching it to something I've been trying to make possible and there's guests here and not just you meaning this obviously isn't a dream so it must be a hallucination and-

Raj was about to make use of a sedative-loaded hypospray he kept hidden in his uniform jacket when the XO administered something far more effective.. and elegant.::

Core: OWW! *What the hell, Rahman*!?

Rahman: response

Core: I am *real*! Tristam Core! Remember me!? We woke up this morning and you rushed out of bed and woke me up? You know, *me*!?

Blueheart: oO Wait. Are these two.. .. ? Oo

Rahman: response

Core: Would you *stop that*!? For Artist's sake, I am not- I am- ::He looked in the mirror, let out a yelp and this time jumped forward.:: Our reflections are different.

Blueheart: Younger versions of ourselves, I believe.

Rahman/Dara: response

Core: I was . . . ::composing himself:: I was on the bridge of the Yamaguchi - Quana or whatever her name is showed up and gave us these rules and said that we had to look for a flag or else. Everyone sent over there is safe - for now.

Blueheart: A flag? A purple flag?

Core: response

Rahman/Dara: response

Blueheart: Yeah, we’re off to see the cheerleaders.

Rahman/Dara/Core: response

Blueheart: We’ll ask Kaylee. She’ll know. She’s head cheerleader.

Raj beckoned for them to follow him but as they rounded a corner, he froze in his tracks.::

Rahman/Dara/Core: response

Blueheart: ::wide-eyed and pale:: I’d rather face the Borg than high school!!

Somehow, since the time he was zapped into this unbelievable alternate reality, he knew it was only a matter of time before it happened. And that time was now. Before he could even react, a group of football jocks sniggered past and the next thing he knew, he was drenched from head to toe in cups of ice-cold, sticky sweetness. Shaking from the cold, he looked to his fellow officers, praying that they had been fortunate enough to have been spared the icy torment.::

Rahman/Dara/Core: response

Blueheart: ::casually wiping away slushy from his head:: Welcome to my teenage life, folks.

Rahman/Dara/Core: response

TBC/TAG

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Captain Raj Blueheart

Medical Specialist

USS Invicta

NCC-81407

D238601RB0