Posted July 20, 2019, 7:31 p.m. by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) (Ben Z)
Posted by Ensign Barvan (Security Officer) in Poker Game In Barvan’s Quarters
Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Poker Game In Barvan’s Quarters
Posted by Ensign Barvan (Security Officer) in Poker Game In Barvan’s Quarters
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A note was posted in some public area on the ship.“Poker Game in Ensign Barvan’s quarters at 1900. Barvan, being a telepath, will not be playing, rather he will be running a telepathy experiment on the players. Join at your leisure.”
Ensign Barvan, Poker Scientist
Cochrane saw the posting and tapped his combadge. =/\= Ensign Barvan to the CO’s office immediately. =/\= he said and made his way into the Ready Room.
Cochrane, CO
Barvan, being punctual as can be, appeared at the ready room door within minutes, ringing the chime asking to be let in.
Ensign Barvan, Anxious Officer About To Be Disciplined
The door slid open to reveal to the Captain’s office, with the man in question seated behind the desk looking at a PaDD. Well, ‘scowling’ would probably be a more apt description. Glancing up, he said simply “Sit.” and went back to the PaDD.
Finally setting the PaDD to the side, Cochrane looked at Barvan and said “A note of yours was brought to my attention, Ensign. Care to explain what you think you are doing? And why?”
Cochrane, CO
Barvan would sit as instructed.
“I was conducting a telepathy experiment. I wasn’t aware gambling as against regulations.”
Ensign Barvan, About To Be Grounded
~Elsewhere on the Manhattan…~
Ensign Baht picked up his bowl of clam chowder and held it to his chest, still spooning mouthfuls of the thick substance into his mouth as he approached the small crowd of ensigns in the mess hall huddling over one of the corner tables. Standing on his toes and careening his neck as he chewed, Shon eventually caught enough glimpses of the note to put the pieces of the invitation together over the chatter of the crewmembers around him.
Turning on his heel, Shon raised the bowl to his lips to finish off his dinner by slurping it down from the edge of the rim. “I wonder if they could be swayed to pivot to blackjack,” Ensign Baht mused to no one in particular as he headed back to his quarters to get ready for the game at 1900 hours.
(Ensign Baht, Medical)
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