Crewman Annamae Barberra - Photon Face

[Wil Ukinix]

((Medical Center - Examination Room 4A, sometime after successfully messing with a Betazoid’s head even though they have telepathic powers muahahahaha))

Annamae observed the blonde Klingon as he took a seat on a stool in front of her, while she sat on a biobed.

Wong: Alright. I think it would be a good start here if you told me about yourself. Is there anything I should know about?

Barberra: Um… let’s see… one time I replicated a tin of chickpeas and tried to put as many of them up my nostrils as I could.

Wong: Aaaand how did that one go over?

Barberra: I sneezed when I got to 16 chickpeas, and then the Captain kicked me out of his ready room.  That was the end of my work experience placement.

Wong: I sure hope that was at least an educational experience on what doesn’t belong in your nasal cavity.

Annamae shrugged.  It was a failing of civilisation in general that people didn’t realise how much varied type of stuff *could* be pushed up one’s nostrils.

Barberra: Is there anything wrong with me?

She watched in hope as Ikaia checked his medical tricorder.

Wong: Nothing from what I can see. Medically, you have a clean bill of health.

Barberra: Oh. But can you give me a flu or something?  Preferably something that makes my veins stick out, my eyes all red and bloodshot, and gives me severe crazy fever dreams.  And makes me want to eat nothing but brains.  Or pasta.

Wong: Wait what? ::Pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment:: You actually want me to make you some sort of zombie?!

Barberra: Not *some* sort Doctor, *the* sort!  The real deal, I only choose quality.

Wong: I’m not going to make you sick on purpose. I won’t put you in a position where you’ll suffer needlessly.

Barberra: ::Hands at side of mouth:: Boooo! What sort of a doctor are you!

Wong seemed to be looking at Annamae with some sort of incredulous concern.  It wasn’t the first time she’d seen that expression, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Wong: I do, however, want you to see one of our counselors. In this case, I think it's really important that you do this.

A small, wicked smile formed on her face.

Barberra: Sure.  Which way do I go?

Wong: Response

Barberra: ::Pointing:: Are you sure it’s not this way?

Annamae jumped of the biobed, and then sprinted out of the examination room into the corridor.  She ran for a little bit, until she found what she was looking for.

A room with some patients.

Barberra: ::Pointing:: What’s wrong with that patient?

Wong: Response

Barberra: Wow. ::Moving finger, slightly excited tone:: And that one?

Wong: Response

Barberra: ::excited quick clap of hands:: Amazing. ::Pointing again:: And, what about that patient.

Wong: Response

Barbarra: ::Screwing up nose:: Ewww, gross.  ::Eyes sparkling, slight smile:: Can I see?

Wong: Response

Barberra: ::Tut:: Fiiiine.  I’m leaving, Doctor.  ::To patients:: Watch out, this Doctor wanted to turn me into a zombie!

Wong: Response

Annamae made her way down the corridors to the exit doors.  Just before she left, she saw a small console on the wall near the doors, with an emergency button.  As the sliding doors opened, she pressed the small console which caused klaxon warnings to sound throughout the whole medical center, then ran as fast as she could past the holographic receptionist.

Emilia: Oh!  Is something wrong?

Barberra: ::Sprinting:: Bye, photon face!  Computer, disengage program Emilia!

The hologram shimmered away into nothingness.


Tags/End torment (for now)

 

 

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Crewman Second Class Annamae Barberra

Liaison Officer for the Starfleet Attaché

Amity Outpost
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