Fleet Captain Addison MacKenzie - Song and Dance
Addison MacKenzie
MacKenzie: You're here, we might as well check your hearing. ::gesturing to Jaran:: and I'm sure this doctor is just the right person to conduct the exam. ::to Sam:: Would you mind introducing me to our newest member of the medical staff?
Jaran: Sir, I am --
Richards was quick to interrupt.
Richards: Right! This is Ensign-Doctor Jaran. ::smiling:: Very good Ensign Doctor. Wonderful even. ::glancing at Jaran:: Someone we are so lucky to have on our crew.
Laying it on thick. Whatever scheme they were up to, it was likely nefarious if they were willing to go to such lengths to keep from being found out. Jaran started to get tools to prepare for the exam.
Jaran: Sir, I can't keep up this farce. If we go any further, the deception will just be... too much. The truth is ::looking down, then at Richards:: The truth is that we were discussing the surprise Miss Richards has been planning for your return.
Richards' jaw nearly fell on the floor.
Hmm. Co-conspirator, then.
Richards: ::Staring at Jaran:: Thanks for ruining the surprise. ::Holding her hands out to her sides and turning to MacKenzie:: I guess the secret is out… No point in it now.
MacKenzie: A surprise? For me?
Jaran: Yes, sir. I didn't realize that she was such a talented songsmith myself, until she showed me what she had written. And to think she intends to perform it herself.
Well, then... The game's afoot.
Richards: Well, I was lucky enough to have your musical expertise to help me Doctor! Your contributions to the lyrics were nothing short of magical.
MacKenzie: Musical expertise, eh?
Jaran: Don't be modest, Miss Richards. You said you wanted to welcome the Captain back in style when she returned, and you knew I had some small ability with the belaklavion to accompany you. I'm of course happy to help. If you'd like, I could even go retrieve an instrument right now.
Were they now competing with each other?
Richards: Yes! ::jumping off the biobed:: Go and grab your instrument. It looks like we are putting on a show.
Yes, you certainly are...
Jaran: Oh, I don't need to go anywhere. The sickbay replicators are certainly up to the task of getting me something serviceable.
Richards: ::Gesturing to Jaran:: Be quick, I’m going to smooth out my lyrics while you get your instrument.
Jaran: ::turning their head back to the two:: Sam, that rhyme you made with the captain's name is truly inspired, and it worked on so many levels. I certainly hope I can keep up when you get to the fast part.
A rhyme? With MacKenzie? I'm sure it's probably envy...
MacKenzie: The fast part?
Richards: Don’t worry Captain, this won’t take long. ::with a hopeful smile:: Unless… You have somewhere else to be? We can pick this up some other time. Or forget about it all together…
MacKenzie pulled up one of the stools that the physicians used when conducting exams. She perched herself on it, back perfectly straight, hands folded neatly in her lap.
MacKenzie: Oh, I wouldn't miss this for anything. Besides, you've both worked so hard on it...
The sound of chords came from another corner of Sickbay.
Jaran: This should do it! A sound to make The Prophets weep.
The Prophets aren't likely to be the only ones weeping by the time this is over...
Richards: Response
Jaran: Sam? Are you ready?
Richards: Response
MacKenzie eagerly looked back and forth between the two of them from perched atop her stool.
MacKenzie: Please! Whenever you're ready!
She thought for a moment, then suddenly leaned forward in excitement.
MacKenzie: WAIT! Is there choreography, too?!
Dance, puppets.
Richards/Jaran: Response
(OOC: I didn't put in any additional tags because: dance, puppets.)
Tag, and TBC (ad infinitum, if you're not careful)!
Commanding Officer
USS Artemis-A