Poker Game In Barvan's Quarters

Posted July 22, 2019, 9 p.m. by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) (James Sinclair)

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Posted by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) in Poker Game In Barvan’s Quarters

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

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
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)

Cochrane looked at Barvan and said “I’m trying to figure out where in the job description of ‘Security Officer’ it says that you get to conduct experiments on your shipmates without permission, without Science Department oversight, and with no stated purpose. Now, it has been a few years since I graduated from Academy Security, but I don’t remember that anywhere in the curriculum. And for the life of me, I can’t find anywhere where you requested permission to conduct such experimentation. So let’s start this again. What exactly do you think you are doing, Ensign?” His tone was not hostile, but he definitely was far from pleased.

Cochrane, CO

OOC: Mind your tenses. Remember: Third person past tense.

James


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