Ens. Nolen Hobart — Making the Mothd

Karrod Niac · March 21, 2023

I'd be remiss if I let this whole beautiful gag go by without recognition. Ensign Hobart's dreadful condition has led to a hilarious series of sims that's been a great reading. A well done to all involved.

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((Interior, Sickbay, Deck 3, USS Arrow))

Hobart: ::trying to sit up:: The thuddewbay! Bower'th thtiw oud!

He tapped at his combadge, but missed at first, due to his numbed digits. At another attempt, he heard a reassuring chirp. His uniform jacket might be done for, but at least that still worked. He thought.

Hobart: Hobarb do Enthineerin. ::nothing, a frustrated grunt:: Hobarb do Enthineerin! ::pulls combadge off angrily, looks at it:: Gueth idth broken.

He smacked his lips. The pressure was decreasing, if slowly. As the two women laughed at his expense, he wondered what time it was, and whether this horrible day was close to an end.

Perim: ::chuckling:: I am sorry... What about engineering? I'll make the call!

Ohnari: Maye try hand gestures...?

With a nod to the doctor, Nolen raised his uninjured hand to the level of his face and opened and closed it repeatedly. He narrowed his eyes at Cadet Perim and fixed them on hers. He had no telepathic powers, but if ever there was a moment to suddenly and heroically develop them, this would be it.

Hobart: ::tongue clacking:: Tha bowa in tha thudderpay ith thdill offawyme.

This was not it.

Perim: Waffles? Don't we better call the mess hall for that?

Gritting his teeth, Nolen formed a wedge with the same hand, and slapped it to the top the biobed.

Hobart: ::deadpan, attempting to annunciate:: We bwew tha thirkut. Thuddles aww thduck.

Perim: ::sudden excitement:: Of course, the power junction. I'll notify them! You stay here!

Hobart: Yeh, thoor. I thday here.

Ohnari: See? I told you the hand gestures would work.

Despite his best efforts to restrain them, Nolen's eyes rolled circuitously before meeting Dr. Ohnari's.

Perim: I'll get down there and help with the cleanup - without touching any power related parts.

Ohnari: Yes, please do avoid those until we are sure they aren't going to reach out and bite anyone else. Temperamental things, those power parts.

Nolen nodded eagerly and pointed to Ensign Ohnari.

Hobart: Imfowm Wewdennan Dewidd.

The Lieutenant should have already been aware, but an explanation couldn't hurt. So long as Perim avoided undue self-recrimination. The important thing was getting the ship's systems back online, he knew, consideration of how they came to be offline was of secondary concern.

Jenna looked at Nolen once again in concern and squeezed his arm lightly. He inhaled sharply and sighed, resigned to occupy the biobed for a bit longer.

Perim: You get better soon! I obviously need that engineering tutoring. ::to Ensign Ohnari:: Thank you, doctor!

Ohnari: Of course, you be safe, Cadet! ::turning back:: How are we feeling? Your tongue should be a little more adept at that speech thing now. Although if you want to express your "wub" for me again, I'm all for it.

Perim left the biobed and - just before exiting sickbay - turned around again to give Nolen one last smile. Nolen gave her a thumbs up, glad she could get her mind onto a different task.

That's when Ohnari gave him a playful nudge. He tried stretching his tongue as he strained to recall when he had said "wub." Might as well roll with it.

Hobart: Beddah. ::Raising his eyebrows:: It'th becauth I wub you dad I donb howb dith again' you. ::wink::

Ohnari: ::smirking:: Just kidding. I promise to only bring it up about....seven more times before I let it go. But your vitals look good, it appears you do have a moderate allergy to the basic analgesic cocktail, so I'll be sure to update your chart.

Nolen nodded. With the Cadet gone, Ensigns Hobart and Ohnari were left alone with the chirping and trilling of various medical devices and instruments around him. As she updated his chart, he was content to languish in the pause's calm.

Until he wasn't. This was boring.

Hobart: ::grinning, sort of:: Mighd nod ged a bedder pfanth ad thith, Doc. Know any good dongue dwithders? Or, perhabth... ::eyebrows waggling suggestively:: thum muthicaw theader?

He didn't give her a chance to object.

Hobart: ::puffing up his chest, feigning pomp, singing loudly:: I am tha very modew of a modern mador Generwaw! I've information vegedabew, animaw, an' minewaw! ::deep breath:: I know tha khins opf Enkhlan', an' I quode the fighdth hithdoricaw, from Marathon do Waderwoo, in order cadekhoricaw!

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