“Computer, what’s the stardate?” =/ The stardate is 73221.17 /= came the ship’s response. Just wanted to make sure, he thought.

Henry snapped his fingers, the look of happiness on his face making clear that he was wholly content doing exactly what he was doing. ‘What he was doing’ involved a potion of his own concoction (which he had already fixed so that it would be added to any replicated meals over the course of the next hour) and a few posters, the last of which he was currently pasting to the wall of the primary crew quarters. The idea, of course, was that the mixture (which he’d originally come up with in the Academy) would cause some of the crew to experience some… mild gastrointestinal issues. They would then see (at least, he hoped so) the posters, which he’d made to quite officially inform the crew of the dangers of the mysterious stomach bug that was going around, and how they should get a physical examination in the Sickbay should they experience any extreme flatulence or other problems.

The posters were approved by the Medical department, of course. Well, by a Lieutenant Junior Grade nurse in the department who he’d offered to give a personal weapons training course if she would sign off. Aaaaand there we go, he thought, the final corner stuck to the wall. Now I just wait near Sickbay and observe as the new CMO faces a… very interesting day. With that, he headed toward the turbolift, wondering if anyone else knew what stardate 73221.17 was correlated with on the Gregorian calendar of old.

~ Lt. jr. gr. Rodier - CoS