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    LT JG Jerome Milsap: The Road Back

    in 2016

    Posted

    ((USS Constitution-B, Sickbay))

    :: It was impossible to tell whether minutes or years passed in the darkness, but Jerry was sure of one thing: this guy was terrible company. :: 

    Milsap: oO Ya know, if you're gonna set up shop in someone's head you should make sure you have some conversation skills. Or at least bring a pack of cards or somethin'. This is ridiculous. Oo

    Entity: oO Hungry. Oo

    Milsap: oO Yeah, you said. Repeatedly. Oo

    :: Jerry wondered if he was hungry, too. He sort of felt what he could call hunger, but where he was headed he didn't think it would matter. He really hoped he wasn't already dead, because if he was dead and hungry there were bigger issues. Like, what do the dead eat? The only thing that came to mind was brains, and Jerry had seen enough of those in his day to know they were really unappetizing. While he contemplated which afterlife might offer the best sandwiches, his mind registered what he could only think of as a tingling sensation. ::

    Entity: oO Scared. Oo

    Milsap: oO Son, you only have two modes, hungry and scared. It got old like two minutes after you got here.  Oo

    :: Now the light was back, even brighter than before. The tingling sensation increased, almost like a mild electric shock. It faded after another indeterminable time. ::

    Milsap: oO Ha, how'd you like that, fool? No, wait, let me guess. Scared, right? Or maybe hungry. It's always a surprise with you. Oo

    :: Silence. ::

    Milsap: oO Don't tell me you're sulkin' now, son. Although it might be nice to have a new emotion in the place. Oo

    :: More silence. Jerry mentally searched for the entity but could no longer sense its presence. Apparently he was finally alone. Something about that bright tingly light made it go away, buy why? How? Suddenly he remembered the entity had only left Riyao for good after he was dead. So, that's what the light was. But shouldn't he have crossed over then, to some kind of afterlife? Maybe this was the Limbo he'd heard of. Or maybe there really was nothing, and he was just gone. But if that was the case, how could he still think? ::

    Milsap: oO Welp, something tells me this is gonna be boring. And I still don't have a sandwich. Oo

    :: He sighed, if you could call it that. Another short eternity later he could swear he heard something, faint and far off. There were voices, some urgent, but he couldn't make out the words. There were beeps and pings and buzzes. Overall it reminded him of things he'd hear in the sick bay.

    Sick bay, that was where he should be. His boredom gave way to sadness when he reflected on what he was leaving behind, the people he was letting down. Wyn. Of course Wyn would be fine, when it came to medicine - especially microsurgery - he had more talent than anyone Jerry had ever met. But Jerry liked Wyn, and enjoyed working with him, as hectic as it could be at times, and he would miss it. Tox. He wouldn't be able to camp with him again. Dial. He wouldn't get to help her become a full doctor. Jalana. 

    What about Jalana? He liked her, sure, and he got the impression she liked him too. That dance they had at the holiday party was really nice. But it's not like they worked together every day. What made her pop into his head? ::

    Rajel: Hey Jerry. It's me, Jalana. 

    :: Jalana's voice was much closer than the others but still sounded distant and unclear, almost like he was hearing it through water. ::

    Milsap: oO Oh, great, now I'm hearing things. Well, as far as hauntings go I guess I could do a lot worse. Oo

    Rajel: You might realize that I have never talked with an unconscious person, because I have no idea what to say. It's kinda useless to ask how you are, or how it feels, or if you have ice cream where you are, since you can't answer anyway. 

    :: Unconscious? So he wasn't dead? Or was he just imagining all this as some kind of coping mechanism? Either way, at least it was someone to talk to, even if he didn't get a response. ::

    Milsap: oO I suppose I'm ok for the shape I'm in. It feels boring and no I don't have ice cream but I really want some now so thanks. Oo

    Rajel: You should see what Wyn and Nijil did to help you. I am not completely sure how it works, but I'll read all about it in the report. But I can tell you that a Tribble is involved. 

    :: A Tribble? There's no way Jerry's subconscious would come up with something that insane, but it was just the kind of nutty brilliance Wyn was capable of. Maybe he really wasn't dead. ::

    Rajel: Sounds fun doesn't it? If the big that they told me got put together in my head, you had a bit of that entity in you, which drained your energy and put you here. I... I'm glad that they were able to do something before you'd have joined Riyao. 

    :: Well the entity part was certainly true. As Jalana spoke Jerry could feel a genuine concern in her voice. Of course she probably felt the same concern about every member of her crew. But she didn't personally visit with every member of the crew that wound up in sick bay, did she? That was something to think about. At any rate, he felt glad that she was glad, and for the first time he had a real glimmer of hope that might come out of this after all. ::

    Rajel: Sorry about that. It has been a long day and this entity must have gotten some of my energy too. I even had some hallucinations of the Grim Reaper and for a few moments I had thought it was real.. I can't wait to be out of here. Oh we are on the way by now. So I hope you'll wake up in time to enjoy some of that shore leave we all have earned ourselves. 

    :: Unless his mind was playing tricks on him, Jalana's voice was getting clearer. He focused on it, imagining it as a signpost marking the way back home. He just had to follow the path. ::

    Milsap: oO Grim Reaper? Oh, I can't wait to hear about that. I heard folks were seeing things, but that must have been a doozy. I am all for makin' ourselves scarce in this stupid nebula, and some shore leave sounds great right about now. Oo

    Rajel: Remember you owe me a breakfast. You won't get out of that. 

    :: It really had been a long time since he and Jalana had shared breakfast in his cabin, soon after he'd first come aboard Conny. ::

    Milsap: oO Now that you mention it, I recon it is high time we do that again. Oo

    :: Jerry could clearly picture the imaginary path in his mind's eye now. As he watched it widened from a dirt trail into a rough country road. ::

    Rajel: You better wake up soon. I'll wait right here... 

    :: The road transformed from dirt to asphalt, morphing into a city street, then a highway speeding him toward his destination. ::

    Milsap: oO Just hang on, I'll meet you wherever this ends up. Oo

    :: At the end of the road the light returned once more, but this time it started as a sliver, slowly widening as Jerry opened his eyes. Once they adjusted he could make out the bright lights of sickbay. He was still alive, and free of the entity's presence. A wave of relief washed over him. He wasn't in Heaven or Hell or Limbo or any other afterlife, but right back where he was supposed to be. Suddenly eager to get out of the biobed he tried to raise his head, but immediately realized what a mistake that was. He gently laid his head back on the pillow and heard something at his side. He turned his head gingerly and his vision was filled with Jalana's face, resting on her folded hands and sleeping peacefully. So it really was her voice he heard, guiding him back to the world of the living. ::

    Milsap: oO If this ain't Heaven, it's the next best thing. Oo 

    :: He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep with a smile on his lips. ::


    Lieutenant JG Jerome Milsap
    Assistant Chief Medical Officer
    USS Constitution-B
    C239208JM01 

    Ensign Dag Sindri - It's never over.

    in 2016

    Posted

    (( USS Conny - Main Engineering))
     
    :: Success wasn't always the end. Just because you succeed at one thing didn’t mean the job was over, normally it just meant it was time to do something else just as urgent. ::
     
    Hael: =/\= Other’n tha’ we be getting power back up. ain’ gonna be no smooth sailin’, but safe ‘nough to get us home. =/\=
     
    Rajel: =/\= Great news. To get power back is fantastic =/\=
     
    ::The captain's voice over the comms suddenly reminded Dag that nobody was actually aware of what they had just achieved. He felt confident that it wasn’t his department but still a twinge of guilt ran through him.::
     
    Hael: =/\= Nah, that there ain’ no problem, we done got the nasty lil’ bugger on off this ‘ere ship.::
     
    Sindri: =/\= Roger That sir, readings are still clear across the board. =/\=
     
    Rajel: =/\= Good grief, man, and you _just_ tell me that? You open with that! To have that thing off board is the most important part right now. How in all skies did you do that? =/\=
     
     
    Hael:: =/\= Well’s it was a joint work. We isolated ‘ims frequency, and stuck kitty in a corner. =/\=
     
    Sindri: =/\= Then threw it a donut! ::He giggled at the image of a huge space kitten leaping off the Constitution after a huge donut.:: =/\=
     
    Rajel: =/\= You were eating donuts? =/\=
     
    ::[...]! Analogies only worked when you part of the conception.::
     
    Sindri: =/\= Um.. More a virtual Donut,Sir. =/\=
     
    Hael: =/\= Shieldin’ be on a differential rotatin’ frequency. It won’t be able to get back on, none. =/\=
     
    Rajel: =/\= Oh, okay got it. And it'll stay off? =/\=
     
    Hael: =/\= Unless what we done found be all wrong…. ::Pause:: Nah, it won’ be able to none.=/\=
     
    Sindri: =/\= Definitely probably not sir. =/\=
     
    Rajel: =/\= Good work. Let's hope it stays there, I'm not planning on taking it with us. Thank you Dag, Rustyy. I'll let you get to restoring the power. =/\=
     
    Hael: Yepper’s boss lady. We be back to as full’uh power as we con be ‘ere fer you know’s it.=/\=
     
    Sindri: =/\= We are looking real good on that front. A few more bugs that may need manual attention but otherwise we nearly back! =/\=
     
    Hael: =/\= Hey’ya Diggity Dag! Got’s’a job fer ya. =/\=
     
    Sindri: =/\= Of course you do. Thankfully I’m only really busy and I can squeeze in a bit more. ::sarcasm was mostly lost on Rustty but Dag had grown an affinity for the terran custom.:: =/\=
     
    Hael: =/\= We be needin’ to get the warp drive check out completely, eh. Gotta make sure there ain’ nothin’ wrong with’r=/\=
     
    Sindri: =/\= Oh Goody.. I haven't crawled through service tunnels or hung over railings for a few days now. ::Again.. Lost on him.:: =/\=
    oO Suck it up Man… Breathe in… Hold….. Out. Oo
     
     
    Sindri:: =/\= Ready when you are sir. =/\=
     
     
     
     
    As simmed by:
     
     
    Ensign Dag Sindri
    Engineering officer
    USS Constitution
    C239211DS

    It - Spicy and Sweet

    in 2016

    Posted

    (( Somewhere, nowhere, everywhere )) 

    :: Hungry, so hungry. 

    It wasn't sure how long it had been, but the source of deliciousness had been long depleated. Nothing was left, not the spicy, not the sweet. Nothing had been so scrumptious since. The little snacks throughout the time had been nothing to fill the void. Oh it was so hungry. Starving even. 

    It needed food, urgently. While it could go longer periods without that time would be over soon. It would call out, its new home was able to. It had seen it happen before. It would probably take a while. It had listened to the words, before the food ran out. It could use them, yes that would help, then they would hear and come. 

    The wait so long and then there it was: the lost piece. It could feel the lost piece and it was not too far, ready to help. It new it would. Prepare the way and find its way home, yes it would come. It already was on its way. Repeat the call, just repeat, they would hurry, they'd be here soon. It was so hungry, anticipation grew, couldn't wait for them to be here. 

    Time's a passing, what took them so long? They were so close, so close, it could smell the food already. There, finally. They were here. It wouldn't take long. It had seen it before. A few would come, visting and looking around. They would be good food, not enough but good. They would stay, grow and feed so they could join once more. It could feel them. They had found a body made of spicy food. But then the sweet food came to visit it, oh yes, glorious food.

    Eat slowly, not too fast. Enjoy, relish, savour the sweetness. But it was so hungry. Eagerly it began to eat... too fast. It lost one. Slower now, smaller portions, that would be better. It would not be hungry any more very soon. So much sweet food with them. Soon they would be strong enough to find more. But now it had to eat slowly and wait for them to be ready. :: 

    TBC

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    It 

    written by

    Captain Jalana Rajel
    Commanding Officer
    USS Constitution B
    Image Team Facilitator
    A238906JL0
     

    Ens Dial - Time Out

    in 2016

    Posted

    ((Starbase 11))

    Dial: No, Boe, I didn't mean to...

    Boe: But you did it.

    ::Angrily,  Boe, Dial's obese sibling, stomped off the room. Dial tried to follow but with every step the ground felt more and more like viscous honey. It became harder and harder to follow Boe and eventually Dial tumbled. Falling into the molten ground Dial made one last attempt to reach out to her sibling.::

    Dial: Wait, Boe. Please. ::The huge Paelian didn't even look back and only after the doors closed, Dial said, more to herself than to her sibling that was gone once more.:: I need you.

    ::Dial's eyes blinked and she hyperventilated. She had missed the one opportunity to get Boe back, to reconcile with him. To her it didn't matter, that she sunk more and more into molten ground. In fact she appreciated it. At some point, she was completely swallowed and woke up.::

    ((Starbase 11, psychiatric ward, Dial's quarter))

    ::Dial felt her body parching while she breathed stertorously. Entirely dried out, she made it somehow to get out of bed, tumble into the bathroom and turn on the aquatic shower. She laid down a while without moving while replicated water showered down on her physically exhausted body. Very slowly she started to move again. She turned around so that not only her back would be watered. At some point, she opened her mouth and with the water reviving her body functions, her brain started to work properly again. Only now she understood that what she had experienced moments before was merely a dream.::

    Dial: oO Can you believe this? Only three days aboard this station and I am freaking out like this.Oo ::A few seconds passed before another thought crossed her mind. oO Moy, this is why they got you here, remember?Oo

    ((Flashback, USS Constitution, Evening of the Holiday Party))
     

    Dial: Hey Alex.
     
    Williams: Dial!? What an unexpected surprise.
     
    Dial: Prepared a little something for you. ::Handing over a gift that was packed in transparent wrapping paper.::
     
    Williams: Aw? You shouldn’t have. ::Alex took the gift and felt his cheeks burn a little.:: What is it?
     
    Dial: Moy, open it. You'll see.
     
    Williams: Thank you Dial. That is very thoughtful.
     
    Dial: Moy, press the button on the bottom.
     
    :: Alex looked a little puzzled since he hadn’t seen the button yet. When he did find it he pressed it and a small hologram was projected through the berg crystal. It started with a picture of a city, high from the sky and as the picture zoomed in Alex recognized it. It was Venice, the city he visited with Dial about two years ago. As the scene zoomed in even further Alex could see two people in a gondola and it didn’t take him long to see it was him with Dial.::
     
    Faranster: That's so beautiful, Dial. :: Her voice full of awe, as she got closer and was able to look more closely at the people in the boat. ::
     
    ::Dial recognized Dr. Faranster's voice. She had seen her around Alex and actually she had hoped to catch Alex when he was alone. Now she felt a little ridiculous for giving him the gift this evening.::
     
    Williams: Dial this is amazing
     
    ::Utterly cconfused, Dial didn't know how to answer in this situation and helplessly turned at Faranster.::
     
    Faranster: I'm sorry to intrude, I was looking for Alex, I didn't know this was a private moment. :: Her tone was soft, and demure. :: I just had a couple questions, but they can wait.
     
    Williams: Well… ::Alex now turned away from Dial and focused on Sundassa:: oO Oh dear… this is going to end bad for someone.. Oo to be honest I wanted to discuss something with you as well.
     
    Dial: I don't want disturb you two any furhter.
     
    Faranster: I'm not worried about that. :: She smiled. :: I was just curious if there were meanings behind different kinds of earthen flowers... :: turning to Alex :: You explained that these were sort of a tradition, :: she held up the flower :: but I wasn't sure if there was something more behind the flower...
     
    Williams: :: Alex spotted the rose he brought Sun and knew what is was used for. And then he realized that all he had to do was say that. It would make his intentions clear, even though those weren’t his intentions when the night started. :: It’s a rose, ancient symbol of love and beauty…

    ::Dial stepped back. Careful not to make it look like she fled from the situation, she took a step and waited for a few seconds. Thereby she unvoluntarily overheard the rest of the conversation between Faranster and Williams.::
     
    Faranster: Well, I think humans have some interesting traditions associated with flower and plants. Like toemistle, I believe it's good luck to stand beneath it... which is why I found it fascinating that the spot under this particular twig was surprisingly empty when I approached. :: Alex followed Sun’s hand with the twig and for a moment he wasn’t sure if she was dead serious or actually telling him to make a move. When she spoke it became very clear to him:: Am I right, do I have good luck?
     
    ::Alex didn’t speak. He leaned forward. While his arms sort of opened up he gently pushed Sun towards him a little and kissed her. The moment lasted a few secondsAs he pulled back his head he kept his arms around her and looked her in the eye.::
     
    Williams: I hope that answers that question…
     

    Faranster: Oh... yes.  Um.... I'll just wait at our table to continue our date, Alex.

    Williams: Thanks…
     

    ::Now a few metres away, Dial had nowhere to look but at the two and was still kind of part of the conversation.::

     
    Williams: I don't know what to say... This wasn't planned at all. I asked her out for an evening as friends, and I never expected it to kindle some old flames, last of all I expected them to be mutual.

     

     
    Dial: Oh, don't worry. I tried to find personal, emotional gifts for everyone. oO Except that I didn't hand over each and every one of them.Oo I think, Sun is waiting.

    ::Unable to bear one more line by Alex, Dial spinned on her heel and headed for the exit. Her breath frequency increased and her eyes blinked, slowly at first, then faster and faster, and more and more she shook her head. When she had left the room, she didn't need to hide her emotional breakdown any further. She headed for the closest unmanned workshpace she could find and spent the rest of the evening pitying herself.::


    ::It was this very state she spent her time until the arrival Starbase 11 where she asked for a leave due to her psychological situation. She had seen Danzia one last time before being transferred to the station's psychiatry. She felt that a more intensive way of taking care of her might help her more than the weekly sessions she had had on the Constitution.::

    ((End of Flashback))

    ::In some 40 minutes, Dial had satisfied her body's need for water and heat by standing in the aquatic shower, enjoying the boiling water rush down her chubby body. She hated sleeping in a bed but the psychiatry's regulations were very strict about the design of the quarters. There were so many unknown scenarios of what might happen if they allowed Dial to have the cylindric water tank, she was used to. Dr. Krystof Szot had even pointed out that the personnel wouldn't know how exactly to use restraints on someone sleeping in a 'fish tank'. Dial had felt very uncomfortable in that debate and had only agreed since she badly needed treatment. Also, her agreement wouldn't inhibit her from sending an official complaint to Starfleet Medical.::

     ::Reflecting on the three days of therapy, Dial thought her decision had been the right one. She had spent some of the time with other people in group sessions, tried individual therapies and been part of holodeck approaches. From her first day onwards, she had been part of the daily life inside the ward. Dial had talked in the individual talks a lot about her family problems and concentrated in the group therapy sessions on her problem with Williams and her frustration with her limitation of getting into contact with people.::

    ::Yesterday, though, Dr. Szot had asked her about why she was talking about different topics in the different therapies and that she should see him today about this. Dial was not afraid of the discussion itself but of the situation. Confronting a doctor who's currently oneself did need some courage. It was time to head for that conversation.::
      

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OOC:http://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Dial/Personal_Glossary
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Ens. Dial

Nurse
USS Constitution-B
A239103D10
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