Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dagen Thor (CE) in The Unreal Desperate Housewives of Betazed

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (C Intelligence -Comm Officer) in The Unreal Desperate Housewives of Betazed

Posted by Gamemaster Aged Tribble (GM) in The Unreal Desperate Housewives of Betazed
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On the padd of any Genesis crewmember who is a fan of ‘The Unreal Desperate Housewives of Betazed’, they may be an NE or they may be, oh, I don’t know, the ship’s Counsellor …

<< In this Stardate’s Episode >>

Francina confronts her husband’s nephew’s best friend’s daughter about the mess on her favourite ball gown and has to deal with the tears and tantrums that result.

“Girl why did you think modeling that thing at a kids party was ever going to work out,” Vanessa watched the episode on her PaDD as she made her way through the halls. She tended to always be talking to either a client, the crew, or on her personal communicator so even though she was on duty, no one questioned her rather teen antics of being on a device as she moved about the hallways.

Gorelian employs a new Cabana Boy to look after her pool, and provides him with his new uniform … a very skimpy pair of budgy smugglers … unaware her elderly husband is watching the goings on through binoculars from an upstairs window.

As she entered the turbo Gloria Evans leaned over and then pulled the PaDD to she could see it better. “Oh my god they hired Guillaume Fabulousa?” Gloria’s mouth opened slightly as Vanessa nodded.

“Wouldn’t you? I would constantly be requesting a towel even if I was not at the pool,” Vanessa winked and laughed with her friend.

Marciana plans a baby shower for her sister, Janciana, who accidentally walks in on the planning of it, leaving her sister to claim a friend is having a baby as well, causing Janciana to proclaim “Marciana, Marciana, Marciana” in great frustration. Later in the episode, she talks to her Counsellor about the issue and seeking guidance.

ALSO
Don’t miss the Housewives as they call in on Black Rock as part of their whirl wind Black Fleet Tour, Federation citizen or not, Starfleet officer or not, they are wanting to meet their fans … and who knows YOU may feature in an upcoming episode.

As Vanessa turned the corner to her office, half watching the credits roll, one thing caught her attention in a vice grip.

GM
OOC: Yes, this is part of the upcoming mission … you know you wanna know more AND be part of such a high quality holoprogram (don’t forget I’m from Australia, the country that inflicted Neighbours and Home and Away on the world) :P
Russell

Immediately she took off not for her office but the office of the one person she needed more than anything else in the world.

Vanessa Slade CNS

Reia had been listening to Vanessa and Gorelian and couldn’t hold her giggle any longer.

“I managed to sneak a peek before Dagen got home. I don’t remember seeing anything quite so tasty last time I was back at gram and gramps’ and it got me thinking, maybe I should buy the hubby a new pair of budgie smugglers.”

OOC: Could not write this without laughing.

• Reia

Dagen’s comms beeped. A schedule reminder. Desperate Housewives of Betazed .. he could NOT wrap his mind around that show. Reia liked it. Sure the scenery was nice. He found the ladies’ costumes .. interesting. The innuendo was thick. Yes it did get the two of them .. randy .. and it was a laugh, at least to him. He just couldn’t fathom it. He watched the preview. The old geezer is a telepath! He doesn’t need binoculars to read both of their minds. What was the big thing about those, um, trunks? Things? They will likely give Reia ideas, but for ancestor’s sake, they traipse around naked at weddings. In an age of replication, who cared about a messy dress. Replicate another one .. “Oh no” .. he said aloud as he saw they were coming to Black Rock …

“Something wrong Chief?” Bat said, poking his head into his office. “It sounds bad. Something break? Warp core alignment off? Life support dropped somewhere? Transporter accident?”
“Worse,” he said … “The Desperate Houswives are coming to town ..”
“What? Really?! I’ve been tryin got get Angel into that holo. It is SOOO hard to get a Vulcan out of her head to just enjoy it.” …
Dagen sighed. Ah well .. they won’t be short of fans, that is for sure with Bat the fanboy … In the background he caught that Bat was watching the preview .. the portly Bolian who bursts out of his uniform, saying, “I have got to get me that to wear.” Dagen buried his face in his hands ..
Dagen, CE

The following message appeared on Dagen’s PaDD.

‘Dags, Sweetie.

If we end up getting a retirement house that’s on one of those cooler planets that we like so much, I would very much like a heated pool. I promise many many games of naughty pool boy and lonely rich housewife.

Love you.
Reia’

Well, the thing that Dagen liked about cooler planets was the skiing. The rest of it he was happy to be in a cabin for. Camping out in the snow was fun but it had a shelf life that had a short expiration. Same with that show that had more plot holes in it than he had spots. A wry smile crossed his features as the image of Reia in a heated pool flitted about - her nice and warm and he freezing in that skimpy .. thing.

An inside pool perhaps, love? he replied back. Dagen

“Yes, but can we please go for the natural look and a retracting glass dome roof? We can make it as hot as you want. The warmer the weather the less clothing I wear.” Reia responded.

• Reia

<AND A SNEAK PREVIEW OF THE NEXT EPISODE>

“Daddykins,” that was Halion, the spoiled rich daughter of Rikard Fabulousa, Gorelian’s elderly husband, she was old enough to be Gorelian’s sister, not her stepdaughter.

“Yes, Halion?” he said, moving the binoculars from his eyes and giving her his full attention.

“Daddykins, I simply must get one of these,” she said, holding up a holo version of a one person XV Hover Scooter with subspace communicator and replicator, “all the girls have them, and if I turn up in last year’s XIV, I will simply die and it’ll be all her fault.” She pointed down to where Gorelian was still motioning towards the cabana boy with his new uniform.

“Honey,” Rikard said, “we’ve been over this before. You can’t blame EVERYTHING on Gorelian, I know you don’t like her …”

“What do you mean DON’T LIKE HER?” Halion’s voice rose effortlessly through the octaves, and it seemed to Rikard that she could easily hit High C if she only tried and trained a bit, but she was already going on, “my feelings for my step mother go far beyond dislike … I despise her! I loathe her!”

“Please, Halion, dear, if you want an XI Hover whatever with those extras, I’ll get it for you, anythint, just please honey, don’t shout,” Rikard said tiredly, “she’s down there with the cabana boy, he is much younger than me, and he has muscles, and a head of hair to die for. What have I got?”

Dagen groaned .. ‘There’s a hair regenerator about available over the last century off the shelf’ …

“Money, daddykins, lots of money, and she’s not going to steal it from me, no, my trust fund, not that either, I mean, you daddy. Oh and your love, your kindness, your generosity and your compassion, of course,” Halion said, her voice back to being sickly sweet once more.

‘Yes and your money. Don’t forget that …’

“She and I love each other, Halion,” Rikard said, “not in the same way as I loved your mother, of course, but she makes me happy in my old age, and don’t I deserve happiness? After the sadness in my life.” Long time viewers would remember him discussing the Dominion Invasion of Betazed during the dominion war and his experiences fighting for his home planet. “Oh and we have great … fun in the bedroom … on the balcony … in the spa … on the golf course …”

‘Wait, what? The golf course?’ Dagen tried to fathom the old geezer, even a bit younger, getting his hole-in-one so to speak.
Bat was there, over his shoulder. “Chief, that isn’t the half of it. He’s not even mentioning in his private club .. in the the zero-g orbital health escape .. on the beach .. Uh Chief? Are you okay? You’re looking a bit green”

“EWWWWW Daddykins, golf? Really? The two of you play that?” Halion asked.

“Not much playing went on, Halion,” Rikard said in a steady voice, a wink to the camera.

“Your mum and I we had our special places also, but she was never one for games, not really,” Rikard said, reminiscing, “but in each case, the fireworks have always been amazing. Even if with your mother it was like a mine firework, loud and bright, but short lived, and with Gorilian it is more like a catherine wheel mixed with a rockets, lots of bells and whistles, and it lasts longer and is very impressive.”

Deeg poked his head in. “What? Fireworks? Wait, who’s talking? Is that that show? You know they’re all spies or intel agents. Nobody could be that crazy, so they must be the opposite.”

Halion looked at her father, her cheeks bright red and her fingers in her ear, finally she said, “I am shocked daddykins, absolutely shocked, I’m not going to hear you talk abut mummykins in that way.”

“Babykins has likely been working at her own in the XIV and wanting her own blast in the XV,” he muttered quietly.

And she ran off. Rickard looked directly at the camera, winked and said, “and they think I’m old and senile!?! She’s probably never experienced fireworks in her life. Excuse me, I much get back to the show, cabana boys and my wife, you know.” With a chuckle, her raised the binoculars to his eyes and watcher the cabana boy and his 2nd wife … before the camera slowly faded to black.

“You are forgetting many a show that would suggest otherwise that you’d know in your telepathic voyeurism you randy old coot,” Dagen said as it goes black ..
“Chief, you just need to give this a chance. They really are great people once you get to know them,” Bat said.
Dagen turned and gave him a look of ‘who are you?’

Dagen

• GM
  OOC: Whistles innocently. Reia/Dagen, do you two play golf?
  OOC: Um, I don’t know .. Will have to confer there..

OOC: I’m sorry those ski chalet posts were made off the site.

• Catt