Fleet Captain Addison MacKenzie - Do Not Mess With The Hasparat
Addison MacKenzie
(( ‘Appetite Optional’, Ferenginar ))
An unknown assailant had procured one of the most aggressive orders of hasparat MacKenzie had ever had in her life. Ever the search for more spice, the flag officer of the Borderlands thought she'd finally met her match. With red eyes and a leaky nostril, she once again proclaimed her love for her favorite Bajoran dish.
MacKenzie: Now that is good hasparat!
She watched on as her dining partners both reacted to the beautiful plates MacKenzie had dished for them. Munro took a small piece and placed it in her tongue, then proceeded to sip the lagavulin and finally water, before proceeding to cough several times.
Doctor Bancroft stared down his pinwheel until finally he took a slow breath through his nose. With determination, he lifted his fork and took a large bite. His eyes responded immediately, starting to moisten until finally a single tear streaked down his cheek.
After he swallowed, he tried to remain calm.
What a trooper.
Sitting up straight, he dabbed the corner of one eye with his napkin, exuding calm. When he went to clear his throat, nothing emerged except a croak.
Bancroft: ::sniffling:: We’re physicians, Commander. Only fair to experience the full ::holding back a burp:: spectrum of pain… before we can treat it.
He reached again for his beverage and took a modest sip. MacKenzie waved them both off dismissively.
MacKenzie: I don't know what you're talking about, that's the best hasparat I've ever had.
Bancroft: I’ll admit to being tempted, but I think I’ve passed the point where dairy would help. It might be time for ::dry wheeze:: spiritual intervention. Perhaps I’ll see if Doctor Jaran is free later on.
MacKenzie: Jaran! Now I'm sure they'd like this hasparat!!
Bancroft: ::hoarsely, trying to rally:: Captain, your fortitude is truly admira– hrkhkhggg– truly admirable, ma’am.
Was he crying? Is that... what that was?
Her brow furrowed.
MacKenzie: ...you're not going to throw up, are you?
Munro: Response
The front door to the restaurant slammed open and a squat Ferengi in a rumpled pinstriped uniform stormed into the dining area, wielding a PADD like it was a bat’leth.
Ferengi Inspector: FRING! ::bellowing towards the back of the restaurant:: Are those off-worlders EATING?!
MacKenzie offered a face that screamed "what the-" to her colleagued before turning her attention to the proprietor, who poked his head out of the back looking beyond guilty.
Ferengi Inspector: This is the THIRD time this week! Your food service license has been revoked for nearly two months! ::rounding on the three officers:: And as for you three– ::eyes narrowing:: –did you sign the waiver?
MacKenzie turned to Bancroft instinctively, as if to say he should have known about such a document.
Bancroft: ::whispering to MacKenzie and Munro:: Are we about to become culinary fugitives?
Addison's eyes lit up and a smirk drew across her lips.
MacKenzie: How exciting!
Munro: Response
Ferengi Inspector: –absolutely not bribing me enough to turn a blind eye to this. Three more fatalities and I have to fill out an incident form, Fring!
A long pause followed, during which Roy set down his fork very, very slowly.
Bancroft: ::voice low:: Captain, Commander, may I suggest a… strategic tactical withdrawal? I did pass a high-speed street-luge course just down the block. It’s Ferengi tax-law themed. You race gravity sleds while evading debt collectors, and it seems ideal for anyone wishing to immediately leave this establishment.
The high-arched auburn eyebrows of the Artemis CO wiggled with vigor, a gleam of mischief twinkling in her bright blue eyes.
MacKenzie: And miss out on the fun? I've been waiting for a Ferengi to yell at another Ferengi since we left that gods-forsaken gymnasium.
Munro/Bancroft: Response
Addison popped another forkful of the pinwheel in her mouth, then used the utensil to point at Bancroft as her eyes started to water again.
MacKenzie: Besides, I don't feel sick, do you?
Bancroft: Response
She glanced half-heartedly in Munro's direction.
MacKenzie: I don't think she counts.
Munro: Response
The pair of Ferengi started to get louder. MacKenzie tapped the table, and then turned to face her colleagues, clearly annoyed by the escalating situation.
MacKenzie: If they come over here and try to keep me from taking the rest of my hasparat to go, I will get belligerent.
Bancroft/Munro: Response
Tag, and TBC!
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Fleet Captain Addison MacKenzie, M.D., Ph.D., FASFS
Commanding Officer
USS Artemis-A
Executive Council Member
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