Ensign Jaran Jira - I Heard There Was A Secret Chord
Jira Jaran
((Sickbay - Deck 7, USS Artemis))
Jaran: Sam? Are you ready?
MacKenzie: Please! Whenever you’re ready!
As if something had just occurred to her, the captain sat forward on her stool.
MacKenzie: WAIT! Is there choreography, too?!
Richards: Of course there is! ::Her eyes widening:: Why wouldn’t there be choreography?
oO By the... fine. We're in this together. But you could have just said no. Oo
Jaran: I... of course there's even some simple choreography for the musician.
Richards: Okay. ::Pointing to the instrument:: Try to keep up.
MacKenzie: Response
Try to keep up? Jira was pretty sure they were gonna be setting the tempo, and it was gonna be "the best they can do." But they appreciated the bravado from Sam.
But she meant it. She was moving her feet and stepping like she wasn't even hearing the rhythm Jira was setting out. Rough start. But they knew it was because Sam needed to feel a level of control in this situation, and Jira was willing to make a concession. They matched the pace of Sam's feet with the next few shaky chords and stepped side to side to join in.
Then the singing, if it could be called that, began.
Richards:Ooooooh. Ooooooh ooohhhh.
Here we areee
In this Roooooom
Was she spinning? Jira guessed it was as good as anything else she'd been doing. They did a box step to contribute, but there was no way they were spinning and playing the belaklavion at the same time.
Richards:Things are on paaaar
We have our Captain heeeerreeee
So never feeeeaaarrr.
Jira did a little jump when Sam's fist went up, since their hands were occupied on the instrument.
Richards:Now everybody cheeeeer
A signal from Sam said to speed up. Jira was happy to attempt to oblige, but the music coming from the complex instrument suffered in the doing.
oO Sorry, granddad. I'm so truly sorry. Oo
Richards: Everybody cheer! ::Pointing at MacKenzie while hopping back and forth between each foot:: Addison? More like Raddison!
Addie, She a bit of a baddie.
MacKenzie– got us in a frenzy ::gesturing to her chest:: Give some of us… Rack Envy.
Jira knew this was their fault. But they still couldn't help but smile here. "Rack envy." They reminded themselves to have Sam improvise more often.
Richards: Mack, lookin’ like a snack.
Uniform on fleek. She bends over and we never seen her crack.
Thanks for being you!
Without you. Don’t know what we’d do.
The belaklavion was truly being tortured here. Jira was having a hard time keeping up, and the handful of chords they knew were starting to blur together.
Richards:
We missed you on the mission with the Boraxian… and Yurum.
Had to come up with a plan– to cure ‘em.
::Brief Pause as she thought more::
Please don’t leave us again Sir.
The airlock missed you.
It said, “I can’t live without her.”
Sam and Jira both huffed and puffed. Music was work!
Richards: Well. ::Wiping sweat off her forehead:: What did you think?
Jira silently looked back and forth between Sam and the captain.
MacKenzie: Response
RIchards: I expect nothing less Captain…
Jaran: Sir, of course, sir.
MacKenzie: Response
Jira sighed deeply and risked trying to make eye contact with Sam. A little unspoken "How do you think we did?"
Richards/MacKenzie: Response
Jira used the distraction of taking the belaklavion back to the replicator to mull over the circumstances. Despite what was possibly among the most bizarre situations to occur in this sickbay, they were thinking more and more about how much they enjoyed playing again. And the thought of their grandfather was certainly unexpected. Maybe they'll keep this up. But not with this one.
Jira put the instrument back in the replicator and watched it return to its constituent particles. The raised voices from behind them brought them out of the reverie, however, and they turned around quickly.
MacKenzie/Richards: Response
TAG/TBC!