Ensign Jaran Jira - What Rhymes With Belaklavion?
Jira Jaran
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: ::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: Response
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.
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: Response
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.
It was a bit of a bluff. Jira hadn't touched the belaklavion in a while, but they could probably at least pull a few chords out. Enough to make Sam sweat.
Richards: Yes! ::jumping off the biobed:: Go and grab your instrument. It looks like we are putting on a show.
oO Oh, you think you're taking control of this, do you? I will sink to your level. Oo
Jaran: Oh, I don't need to go anywhere. The sickbay replicators are certainly up to the task of getting me something serviceable.
MacKenzie: Response
Richards: ::Gesturing to Jaran:: Be quick, I’m going to smooth out my lyrics while you get your instrument.
oO What did she mean by "smooth out" her lyrics? Oo
Jira mulled the situation over quietly to themself while they walked to the larger replicator in the corner of sickbay. They knew Sam was up to something, and she thought she was taking the reins. It was time to throw another gift her way.
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.
Jira wondered if either of them had ever actually seen a belaklavion, and they briefly considered making some modifications to the one they were replicating to make it easier to play. That was cheating, though. They could do this. A standard belaklavion appeared on the replicator surface, and Jira grabbed it with a deep breath.
MacKenzie: Response
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: Response
Jira played a couple chords quietly, partially to make sure the instrument was in tune and partially to remind themselves of what they were doing. It had been a couple years since the last time they touched one, after all.
Jaran: This should do it! A sound to make The Prophets weep.
MacKenzie/Richards: Response
The captain was being remarkably patient through all this. Was she amused? Irritated? Troubled? But more importantly, was this a great or a terrible first impression on her? Either way, Captain MacKenzie was going to remember Jira, and they hoped it was fondly. Because it was too late to back out now.
Jaran: Sam? Are you ready?
MacKenzie/Richards: Response
TAG/TBC!