Mustered Out on Mertactor

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Ship of Fools

Jie was mortified at her state on embarkation day; absolutely shocked at yet again another social bungle. She spends the trip avoiding Kiimii and at the same time trying to apologize to her for her unforgivable acts at the dock. For the first few days, Kiimii just scowls every time Jie speaks to her, but she starts to lighten up a little as this journey continues. They’re never going to be gal pals though.

Jie would have loved to hang around the group, but if she was seen with Arvor, Grim or Will too much, it could have made things cold for them with Kiimii. She stays a proper distance from Max and Taeva so they can try to get reimbursed for their tickets with out Kiimii knowing that they’re a gang. Jie winds up spending most of her time in the common area reading her latest issue of “Girls With Guns” – an e-zine for todays modern woman on how to become better at the Laser Carbine skill.

With Kiimii obviously totally out of her depth here, William takes on the role of Acting Captain and “favorite uncle” to the crew, for which Kiimii is extremely grateful. Fortunately, life onboard calms down a bit after the events of the launch. Being brand new, the ship presents no problem to anyone, and the fact that there are only three high class passengers onboard doesn’t tax Laarii’s practically non-existent skills too much.

William decides to keep a close watch on Dr. Maacreedii initially for Kiimii’s sake. Fortunately though, after she calms down, she doesn’t need any more sedatives.

However, it soon becomes apparent that Dr. Maacreedii needs watching for other reasons. The doctor is most often seen in the common area drinking heavily, popping pills like M&Ms. Whenever anyone speaks to him, he replies with monosyllabic answers only.

After a couple of days, sounds can be heard emanating from his staterooms every night; sometimes the sound of weeping, sometimes moans of, “Taanyaa, why did you leave me?” and sometimes shouts of “TAANYAA, YOU FUCKING BITCH, I’M GOING TO FIND YOU AND KILL YOU!”

Laarii soon vacates the stateroom he shares with the doctor, sleeping in Kiimii’s room each night instead thereafter.

Things reach a head when the doctor is found fast asleep on one of the dining tables in the common room one morning, naked apart from his underpants, his large hairy belly looking like a white blancmange, a half-empty bottle of whisky in one hand an an empty bottle of pills in the other.

As First Gunner also assumes the role of onboard security, Arvor is summoned by Kiimii to try and resolve the problem.

“Errm … I was wondering if you could … errm … sort him out?” she asks, twisting some locks of her long blonde hair nervously.

Arvor physically hauls Dr. Maacreedii back to his stateroom for an initial examination by William. Once behind a closed door, Arvor searches the room for any drugs, doing a detailed sweep. As the doctor’s stateroom also doubles as the Med Bay on a small ship like the A2, there are a lot of drugs there, so Arvor takes the key card to the medical cabinet away from Dr. Maacreedii.

William confirms that the doctor is physically OK – just totally strung out on booze and prescription meds. While he seems depressed and potentially violent, it doesn’t seem like he’s an immediate threat to the crew though.

“What say we (that is, I) approach Kiimii and quietly suggest that Dr. Maacreedii could use some rest," William suggests. "I can mention that I understand one of the passengers has medical skills and might be persuaded to fill the ship’s surgeon role in exchange for a refund of her fare. Under the circumstances, it’s the least we could do for poor Maacreedii.”

Placing the doctor in a low berth is not an option as all nine units on the Princess are occupied (and it wouldn’t be a good idea to freeze the doctor in his current condition anyway) and so William prescribes a tapering off of the meds that the doctor was taking, along with being locked-up in his stateroom – with frequent medical visits – until he has sufficiently detoxed to not be at further risk.

Once the doctor is safely out of harm’s way, William speaks to Kiimii about the situation. Kiimii is quite keen on the idea until she realizes that William is referring to Jie.

“Well … errm … I’m not really sure about that,” she stammers, twisting her hair as she always does when she is stressed. “Let me think about it a while. It’s not as if anyone is really sick and in need of a doctor at the moment anyway. Except … errm … for the doctor, perhaps.”

For the rest of the time, the party members are left alone to their own activities and continuing their training exercises, for which they have plenty of spare time.

Late one afternoon, after all has been calm on the ship for a couple of days, Taeva waits until the common room is fairly full and Kiimii is present before turning around and slapping Grim, exclaiming that he has pinched her bum, knocking over her tray of food on top of the lawyer from Tarsus in the process.

She then goes off on a long rant at Grim for being a perverted octopus, coloring the air blue as she swears like a trooper, threatening to set her brothers on him when they get to Tarsus.

Once again, a nervous Kiimii summons Arvor to resolve the situation.

“Err … Arvor … please can you have a word with Grim and ask him to stop doing that to the passengers?” she asks, fiddling with her hair again.

Grim doesn’t wait around for an inquiry though. He heads to his stateroom locking William out in the process.

Needing to be seen to be doing something, Arvor asks William to override the locks on Grim’s stateroom from the bridge and starts to interview Grim.

{begin recording at segment 6.112}
bq). “There was a hill. Well, a mound, really, that we Engineers had constructed for the infantry to use as an observation post. I’d had the men survey it with lasers and then we’d built it up to just the right angles, front and back. It was a thing of beauty, perfectly built and ready for the troops to occupy. You know, I don’t know how it happened but, one minute I was thinkin’ of that mound and, well, the next minute my hand was reaching out…anyway, if the young lady will accept, I’d like to apologise…”
bq). {end recording at segment 6.175, Officer Arvor (investigating)}

Arvor snaps off the recording and seems discomforted – perhaps choking. He coughs and splutters – his face going beet red. After some loud throat clearing he seems to regain control, and turns his recorder back on:

“Now, Mr Cornelius, I understand things were a little rough back there. I am sure the captain will be sympathetic to your case – you know, PTSD and all, but I have to ask you – on the owner’s behalf – please be careful around the ladies. It could get you in trouble, see.”

He snaps of the recording, now that he has complied with Kiimii’s wishes. Now, Grim – I think the good lady owes you a drink – perhaps you need to share that with me!

Not knowing much about procedure on commercial ships, upon finishing with Grim,Arvor privately asks Max what should usually happen in situations like this, well out of earshot of either Kiimii or Laarii.

Max shrugs in response. “There ain’t no laws as such on a journey,” he explains. “It’s up to the company operatin’ each ship to decide on what ’appens in situations like this.”

“Chances are though that Kiimii an’ Laarii either won’t know this or else we can convince ‘em that they’re wrong an’ you’re right.”

Arvor nods in agreement and then the two of them formulate their own procedure and, secretly tell Taeva what they have in mind. Taeva just taps her nose:

“Well let’s just hold fire on that for the minute,” she says. “But by all means tip the Captain off, however.”

A couple of hours later and everything has calmed down. Dr. Maacreedii is sleeping off the effects of the booze and the meds in his stateroom. Jie could offer up the idea to William and have him talk to Kiimii. Her free service might begin to make ammends for her poor showing at launch. However working through intermediaries is not her style. Jie comes up with a plan that can’t possibly backfire. She waits till Kiimii is hosting a dinner then walks up to her table with a drawn cutlass in hand:

“I know how to cut a person, now I’m going to give you THIS!”

Kiimii screams as she sees Jie approaching with the drawn cutlass and the three members of the trade delegation recoil in terror as well.

ARVOR! ARVOR!” Kiimii screams. ’GET HER AWAY FROM US!"

Later that evening, once Kiimii and Laarii have retired for the night, Grim is starting to perk up a bit:

“So I’m invited late into Taeva’s bedroom eh?”

He stops in front of a mirror and swiftly combs his hair, also wiping the smidge of tomato-like ketchup from the corner of his mouth. The blob on his t-shirt he dabs with a handkerchief turning it into a pinkish smudge.

“Oh well with any luck it won’t be on for too long anyway.”

Grim looks round the corridor and sees that all is quiet. He notices that the door to Taeva’s room is unlocked. He opens the door.

Taeva is draped on her bed in a state of semi-undress. She smiles briefly and winks, then looks over to the left corner of her room. Grim turns his eyes to follow her gaze when something splashes in his face. Vodka?

A peircing shriek emits from Taeva. It must have been heard all over the ship.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM? GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUUUT!!!!!!”

More screams, and Grim can hear doors opening and noises from aroound the ship.

As William opens the door Grim hauls him out bewildered into the corridor, locks the door and dives onto his bunk, pulling his hat over his eyes. He can hear Taeva’s voice:

“ARE ALL THE CREW ON THIS SHIP EXHIBITIONIST’S OR RAPISTS? WHERE’s THE F******G CAPTAIN?”

Awakened by the commotion, Kiimii and Laarii emerge from her stateroom, both of them wearing matching dressing gowns of pink Tarkine silk.

“Wh-wh-what’s going on now?” Kiimii says, rubbing her eyes.

Taeva explains the situation and Kiimii looks mortified:

“I really am sorry about this, Miss Traske,” she says nervously. “He seemed like such a nice, responsible man when I interviewed him. I really don’t know how I misjudged his character so badly.”

“I will make sure that this doesn’t happen again. I can’t apologize enough to you. Is there anything that I can do to make amends for this unfortunate situation?”

Once she has dealt with Taeva, Kiimii searches out Arvor yet again. Now she is getting angry:

“That man is a complete menace,” she says. “I want you to stop him from doing it again. Tell him that he’s not allowed anywhere near any of the passengers for the duration of the journey. He’s allowed in the engine room, the bridge and his own stateroom – but that’s it.”

Comments

Arvor will physically haul Dr. Maacreedii back to his stateroom for an initial examination by William. Once behind a closed door, Arvor will search the room for any drugs, doing a detailed sweep. Presumably there is also a general medical cupboard somewhere, and Arvor will take any key-card away from Dr. Maacreedii.

Presuming that Maacreedii is physically ok and that William concurs, Arvor recommends placing the Dr. in low berth for the remainder of the journey.

If placing Maacreedii in low berth is not an option, then probably William should prescribe a tapering off of whatever he was taking, along with a lock-up in a quiet (remote) lockable stateroom (read brig) – with frequent medical visits – until he has sufficiently detoxed to not be at further risk.

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Wrt Grim: Arvor will initiate a “fact finding process”, where he will take a deposition from Taeva, and any witnesses to the incident. He will obtain the code for Grim’s stateroom (something the owner or William should have access to via computer) if possible, and likewise interview Grim, partly with the view of being seen to be “doing something about the incident”.

If Arvor had such a thing as Admin skill he would do something like the following – or he could simply have Max tell him what to do:

Request of the ships computer a passenger claim-form for damages / mishaps on voyage and request that Taeva fill it out, and couple that with a copy of her statement of facts. He will sign off his statement as the duty security officer, ask William as acting captain to witness the proceeedings, and tell Taeva that she may at her option file a claim against the registered owner of the vessel according to stellar law. He could additionally advise Kiimii that she may have a passenger claim filed against her at the nearest port of call, hinting that it would be shame to have such a thing on a maiden voyage – perhaps the passenger would be amenable to a quiet refund? After all, it is only money, and loss of reputation will cost far more than a medium passage.

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Taeva taps her nose and says “Well let’s just hold fire on that for the minute”. By all means tip the Captain off however.

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((to possible risk of a claim that is))

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Hmmm, the ship needs a Dr. and Jie just happens to have that skill. She could offer up the idea to William and have him talk to Kiimii. Her free service might begin to make ammends for her poor showing at launch. However working through intermediaries is not her style. Jie comes up with a plan that can’t possibly backfire. She will wait till Kiimii is hosting a dinner then walk up to her table with a drawn cutlass in hand and say something like “I know how to cut a person, now I’m going to give you THIS!” and strongly present to her my war cutlass as a tokin of friendship. This plan can not fail!!

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LOL @ Jie!

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William has to concur with Arvor about the sad and dangerous state of Dr. Maacreedii. While he seems depressed and potentially violent, it doesn’t seem like he’s an immediate threat to the crew. “What say we (that is, I) approach Kiimii and quietly suggest that Dr. Maacreedii could use some rest. I can mention that I understand one of the passengers has medical skills and might be persuaded to fill the ship’s surgeon role in exchange for a refund of her fare. Under the circumstances, it’s the least we could do for poor Maacreedii.”

And, in an OOC note, I think some of you (i.e., all of you) have been dipping into the Xmas cheer a bit early—it has certainly added a certain spice to the current proceedings. I haven’t laughed this hard in a long time.

William/Jay

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{begin recording at segment 6.112}

“There was a hill. Well, a mound, really, that we Engineers had constructed for the infantry to use as an observation post. I’d had the men survey it with lasers and then we’d built it up to just the right angles, front and back. It was a thing of beauty, perfectly built and ready for the troops to occupy. You know, I don’t know how it happened but, one minute I was thinkin’ of that mound and, well, the next minute my hand was reaching out…anyway, if the young lady will accept, I’d like to apologise…”

{end recording at segment 6.175, Officer Arvor (investigating)}

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Arvor snaps off the recording and seems discomforted – perhaps choking. He coughs and splutters – his face going beet red. After some loud throat clearing he seems to regain control, and turns his recorder back on. “Now, Mr Cornelius, I understand things were a little rough back there. I am sure the captain will be sympathetic to your case – you know, PTSD and all, but I have to ask you – on the owners behalf – please be careful around the ladies. It could get you in trouble, see.” He snaps of the recording, now that he has complied with Kiimii’s wishes. Now, Grim – I think the good lady owes you a drink – perhaps you need to share that with me!

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Before anyone asks…

{open to soldier, sitting forlornly on a bench in a run down park. cue narration. cut to white bearded Doctor.}

“…Combat Engineering Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is a very real malady. It is recognized by the Imperial Association of Psychologists (though not the Imperial Academy of Psychiatric Professionals), and is often characterized by a revulsion to “ugly” or “unattractive” angles or shapes, and a concurrent attraction to examples of “perfect” curvature in nature, especially those as yet unsullied by the brutality of man."

{cut back to soldier on bench, tears beginning to flow as he spots an old fat woman walking a dog.}

No, really, we mean it. So please give generously the next time a CEPTSD volunteer suddenly arrives at your iris valve. Your help can save a veteran."

{show soldier, openly sobbing. His tears stop as a buxom lass crosses his view. He wipes a uniformed sleeve across his eyes. A smile, tentative at first, forms on his still youthful face. cue uplifting music. The smile spreads. fade scene.}

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After his late shift Grim is starting to perk up a bit. “So I’m invited late into Taeva’s bedroom eh?” He stops in front of a mirror and swiftly combs his hair, also wiping the smidge of tomato-like ketchup from the corner of his mouth. The blob on his t shirt he dabs with a handkerchief turning it into a pinkish smudge.

“Oh well with any luck it won’t be on for too long anyway.”

Grims looks round the corridor and sees that all is quiet. He notices that the door to Taeva’s room is unlocked. He opens the door.

Taeva is draped on her bed in a state o semi-undress. SHe smiles briefly and winks, then looks over to the left corner of her room. Grim turns his eyes to follow her gaze when somethin splashes in his face. Vodka?

A peircing shriek emits from Taeva. It must have been heard all over the ship.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM? GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUUUT!!!!!!”

More screams, and Grim can hear doors opening and noises from aroound the ship.

As William opens the door GRim hauls him out bewildered into the corridor, locks the door and dives onto his bunk, pulling his hat over his eyes. He can hear Taeva’s voice “ARE ALL THE CREW ON THIS SHIP EXHIBITIONIST’S OR RAPISTs? WHERE’s THE F******G CAPTAIN?”

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And, in an OOC note, I think some of you (i.e., all of you) have been dipping into the Xmas cheer a bit early—it has certainly added a certain spice to the current proceedings. I haven’t laughed this hard in a long time.

I am glad that everyone is having fun with the scenario. Normally I wouldn’t dwell on such minor details to this extent. However, with their being no game on Sunday, we have another 10 days to go before we can get into am action sequence and so we might as well take it slow and enjoy the ride.

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“Ship of Fools”. This just gets funnier and funnier!

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just woke up and got caught up! LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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