Posted by Cadet Taya Lenwa (Security Officer) in Deck 12, Cargo Bay- Main Sim

Posted by Cadet P’Mala Dawes (Doctor) in Deck 12, Cargo Bay- Main Sim

Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Deck 12, Cargo Bay- Main Sim
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Taya rolled her eyes at Morton’s suggestion of the game to play. She had learned of it when she was on Earth. Are we in high school? she thought.

Cadet Taya Lenwa - Security

P’Mala shrugged. She’d much rather be doing something than just standing by idly, waiting.

“If y’all are game, I am, too.” she said, crossing her hands across her chest. “I admit that I have never played a social game like this before–unless you count American poker during residency as a ‘social game.’”

-Cadet P’Mala Dawes - Medical

“Well sir, it would appear that you have some ‘captive’ volunteers for your little game of Truth or Dare” replied Cadet Baptiste. “After all it appears we have a small wait on hand.” Quelle excellente façon d’en apprendre davantage sur mes camarades cadets thought Cadet Baptiste, in French. “Who goes first?” he asked.

-Cadet Johnathan Baptiste, medical

One of the other cadets, a shy scientist by the name of Brin Hadley stepped forward, padd in hand. “Sir, I have an idea that might make things more interesting?”

Albert grinned. “Sure, cadet, what’s your idea?”

“Umm, well..” Brin looked down. “You see, when I got here my friend saw this old crate stowed amongst everything that has some cool looking bottles. We could spin one to select who goes next. Closet person’s foot or something like that?”

Morton snapped his fingers and pointed at Hadley. “Cadet, I like your style. Grab a bottle, and let’s hope whichever of the senior officers has their stash down here doesn’t figured it out,” he said with a wink.

Brin came back with a dark brown glass bottle, its long neck spiralling around and up. The sleek lines were not marred with any label and the bottle made no sloshing sound when Morton tipped it back and forth.

“Okay, the rules are simple. I spin the bottle, whomever is up selects truth or dare. If you pick truth, we ask you a question and you have to answer truthfully. If you pick dare, well, you get dared to do something. The caveat being that it can’t break any ship rules and is fitting behaviour for soon-to-be-officers. And yes I know that this sounds like a contradiction since being a Starfleet officer is serious business, but what they don’t tell you is that sometimes you just have to learn to take yourself a little less seriously. And after you’re done, I’ll do your requisition and you’re out of here. But if you choose to not participate, no harm done.”

“Fair enough,” P’Mala muttered, game. After years of being an ER doctor, she understood that sometimes one in a serious position, one who sometimes literally held other people’s lives in their hands, that occasionally one benefitted from releasing a little steam.

Placing the bottle on the floor, he spun it, keeping it in place though it wobbled to the left a little. When it slowed down, it was clearly pointing at Cadet Dawes.

Crap, she thought. She felt eyes on her.

Morton shrugged. “Your call cadet. Truth, Dare or gracefully bow out?”

~Mischief Maker

P’Mala absent-mindedly ran one hand through her bobbed hair. Truth, and it could get awkward. Dare? I’m sure he wouldn’t make me do anything… anything that could get me in real trouble.

“What would be the logical choice?” she mused. “Truth.”

Though some may think that would be the boring choice, like the Qowat Milat, the Romulan nuns, would say, absolute candor, right?

-Cadet P’Mala Dawes

The ensign studied P’Mala for a moment and and then nodded, mostly to himself. “Okay, easy one. Do you have a hidden talent and when is the last time you did that in public, if ever?”

~Mischief Maker

P’Mala thought about this, unsure of what was to come out of her mouth. Sure, she had a lot of varied interests, like most people do. But hidden talents, truly hidden?

“Historical re-enacting,” she admitted. “I have been known to get into a period costume and live like it’s say,
a peasant in Renaissance Italy or a nun on pre-Surak Vulcan or a flower child in pre-WW3 Britian.”

She flushed a little green. She’d never told anyone outside of her close circle about this.

“One excursion before medical school, a group of us rented 3 conjoined holosuites and roleplayed as merchants on the Silk Road. People paid a small fee to observe our progress over the course of two weeks.”

She remembered suddenly the grit of sand in her mouth, the rhythms of the camel underneath of her, the gnawing hunger she felt under the steppe sun.

“It was grueling. But edifying.”

-Cadet P’Mala Dawes

Très intéressant, la dame Vulcain n’est pas typique d’un Vulcain thought Cadet Baptiste, damn it there I go again, I really must get Federation Standard thinking back into my brain he chastised himself mentally. What a peculiar Vulcan, a trace of a Terran accent; Mid Southern United States, if my guess is correct; and lets emotions slip. Plus I have never in my time at the Academy seen a Vulcan blush.

-Cadet Johnathan Baptiste, medical

P’Mala felt like the other cadets were looking at her and tried to remain somewhat stoic.

She understood why this was a popular game. The combination of risk and the reward of baring oneself was certainly interested.

Will this Morton dismiss or is this all a part of something to come? she thought, interesting as to what Cadets Baptiste and Lenwa were thinking about this event.

-P’Mala Dawes

Morton nodded approvingly at Dawes. “Now that’s the spirit. Alright, hand me your list and then I’ll get you out of here. Hadley, give that bottle another spin and let’s see who’s next.”

“Yes Sir!” Brin said, stepping over to give the bottle a good spin.

And perhaps it was a bit too hard, as she sent it spinning. It bounced off Albert’s boot as he was in motion after collecting the PaDD from P’Mala.

Crunch!

Albert cried out at the same time as everyone else within five metres of Morton were knocked backward by an unseen force.

P’Mala handed Morton the PADD and turned, intending to say a brief goodbye to Cadets Baptiste and Lenwa when suddenly, she felt her head smack against the bay floor with a metallic thud–then it was black.

-Cadet P’Mala Dawes

Some sort of iridescent black goo had seeped all over Morton’s boot and within seconds he found himself in a very strange situation: He was only half there. The upper half, to be exact. And one arm. He was stuck in place, unable to move, with only one arm free. Where the lower half of his body (and the bottle) went was a mystery, but the ensign’s emotions were not: the fear was etched deeply in his eyes.

“Okay everyone, s-s-stay… c-c-calm…”

~Mischief Maker

After a second or two of shock, Taya’s training kicked in. She tapped her comm badge.

=^=Cadet Lenwa to bridge. We have a possible hazardous substance situation in cargo bay 12. We need hazmat and a medical team forthwith.=^=

“All right, everyone, clear the bay right now! This is an emergecy situation.” Taya felt odd giving orders, but there was no time for rank protocol now.

Cadet Taya Lenwa - Security

Cadet Baptiste was knocked back hard causing him to land unceremoniously on his Coccyx. “C’est quoi ça” he cried in French. Just great, break my toe, and now I bruise my tailbone he thought. His emergency room training quickly kicked in and he began to look around to assess the situation. He saw Cadet Dawes laying on the deck across from him. He heard the chirp of a comm badge and that was when he realized he had a loud ringing in his right ear, and a wave of nausea and dizziness hit him. Just great what a time for my Ménière’s to kick in.

-Cadet Johnathan Baptiste, medical