Lt Cmdr Quentin Beck - Buckets of Fun

[Quentin Beck]

((Secured Reflection Suite and Contemplation Cell, Harmony Shores Collaborative Resort))

Beck: ::with a snort:: I always wondered how rumors got started around here, now I know. ::to Rox:: It's always you. Why are you so obsessed with me?

She stuck her tongue out his direction, and he could tell she was holding something back.

Raga: I’m no counselor but I would imagine either loathing or infatuation. 

The Lady With Too Many Titles snorted, looking backwards in his direction.

De La Croix:  In both my professional and personal opinion I'm quite certain it's loathing dear, but if you'd like to try embarrassing yourself I'm sure we'd all enjoy seeing that.  I know I would.

Quentin flashed her a wolfish smile, the words 'no one asked for your opinion' dying on his lips when he noticed Rox detouring slightly to approach the Antedian exchange officer who had provided the Doctor with several bad headaches over the years.  

k’Oar-€l: This one appears to being too late-ish to being saving Nursing Rock’s boat vessel. However, It views as though you escaped your lungs filling with water. ::looks at her closer:: But…Why is Nursing Rocks not all moistened?

Rox: ::chuckling:: I wasn't swimming, I got arrested.  

The transporter whined, and a medical kit materialized in his waiting hand. He looked at Rox and De La Croix before wiggling it a little over his head.

Beck: Let's let them walk it off just a little before I apply the Purge. They're gonna start cursing once the dehydration sets in.

Raga: Well, fortunately for them harsh language isn’t a punishable offense as long as it’s not insubordinate. 

De La Croix:  I'll have you know I have never once been insubordinate in my life and, to the best of my knowledge, neither has Roxanne here.  Right?  

Quentin's eyes rolled so hard, they nearly fell out of his head.

Kessler: Then I would suggest you keep your golden track record spotless Doctor.

Rox: ::turning to Thess::  It sort of depends on how you define the word insubordinate.  I'd say I was subordinate adjacent at the most.  

k’Oar-€l: Commander O’Connor expressioned that Nursing Rocks was in troubleness and this one needed to assisting in bailing her out.

Rox: ::turning back to k’Oar-€l:: I think it was a different kind of bail. ::glancing at Kessler::  Which I may still need. 

Sighing and shaking his head, he mumbled again.   

Beck: Why does everyone else always accidentally get the best jokes?

Raga: Miss Queen. ::his timbre was slightly deeper than normal:: I think you’ve had enough. ::there was the briefest of pauses:: I expected better from you. ::to Quentin:: I think it’s time for those hyposprays. 

Nodding his agreement, he opened the kit and slipped out a matching pair of hyposprays before tucking the half-open kit under his arm. He moved behind Rox first, shooting a glare at Thess before pressing the nozzle to the nurse's neck. It hissed briefly.

And at almost the exact same time, Thess blew a raspberry.

De La Croix:  ...and that's what I think about your hyposprays!  Like anything good has ever come out of one of those little colored tubes!    I think you need fifty cc's of mustache remover....right stat now!  

He made a 'tch' sound.

Beck: I knew you couldn't hack it out here. A well-used hypospray can be the difference between life and death out here. Though I guess I wouldn't expect you to understand since all you would do is try to literally cut out the problem.

Kessler: ::looking at Raga and tilting his head:: Seriously?

k’Oar-€l: Still, this one is relieved oneself to find that Nursing Rocks is being all right.

Rox: ::quisily::  I'm not sure how long that's going to last.  Could I see that Bucket?

Beck: ::shaking his head:: This is gonna get messy.

Raga: That’s fine. ::he said to Quentin:: I think it’s time I had an explanation from both of them. I don’t care about cursing as long as I get a sober answer. Besides, it’s been a while since we’ve had anyone Vailani the mess hall. 

Nodding and brandishing the second hypo as if it were a weapon, he moved to stand in front of De La Croix and wasted no time pressing it to her neck. The result was almost instantaneous, and he took a few steps back to ensure he would be outside of the splatter zone… just in case.

De La Croix:  Fine way to ruin another evening, Beckie.  I thought you'd be glad Roxanne and I had set our differences aside and found some common ground at last.  

Raga: While that is admirable, Doctor and a testament their rehabilitation..brig. It’s your current behaviour that is giving us concern. I would have expected adults to work through their issues without resorting to a physical altercation. 

Quentin let out a bark of a laugh at that, stowing both of the spent hypos back into the kit and shaking his head, ignoring Rox's hand gesture. It felt like justice when she emptied her stomach into that bucket.

 

Beck: Not really what I have in mind when discussing a team-building exercise, Thess.

Kessler: When one resorts to childish acts of tantrum and fighting to resolve a difference, one does not get looked on favorably Doctor.

k’Oar-€l:  Pleasing keep the bucket then. ::He held it out fully for her to take.:: It is this one’s understanding that in the future you may need one anyway.

Rox filled the bucket a second time. Quentin's nose wrinkled and he took a sloooow step away from her.

k’Oar-€l: For when you deciding to kick it.

Rox: That may be sooner than I would have thought.  My head is pounding.  

Raga: Unsurprising.

Beck: That just means the Purge is doing its job. Plus the whole throwing up thing.

Thess did what Thess always did, clenching her fists and stiffening her spine so she could put on the haughty, indignant act. He was not impressed.

De La Croix:  How dare you suggest that the Duchess of Saint Malo…

This time it was Thess who emptied her stomach. Quentin felt bad for the potted plant. He felt Raga and Jack's eyes on him, and he sighed with a shrug. 

De La Croix:  Perhaps we should skip the remainder of the evening stroll and have the rest of this conversation some other time.  Or possibly never.  Never would be fine.  I find I've suddenly...taken a bit ill.  

Kessler: Oh no Doctor. This conversation will happen. ::beat:: Like it or not you owe the Commander an explanation.

Rox:  Could you just put us in the quiet brig?  And please stop shouting. 

Raga: No one is shouting, and you may yet still end up in the brig. 

Quentin shook his head, snapping the medkit closed. 

Beck: More whining incoming.

De La Croix: Response

As the other talked Jack moved closer to her.  

Kessler: ::turning slightly to Rox and in a lower voice:: Krystal looks up to you and asks about you often. I would hope you will remember that you are an example to many.

Rox looked back at him and felt tears welling up in her eyes.  She hadn't thought about Jack's kid sister in a long time.  She wasn't even aware Krystal knew her, but disappointing others was at the top of the list of things she hated.

Rox: ::meekly:: I'm sorry.  

Raga: We all have our lapses in judgement from time to time. That being said, we are also Starfleet. 

Beck: Maybe you forgot, but you're a long way from being a non-com these days, Rox.

De La Croix: Response

Kessler: Commander, perhaps now is a good time to continue this conversation back on the ship. ::nodding to people walking nearby:: Out of the view of unwanted eyes.

Rox: Please?  You might want to beam me to my quarters if you don't want a mess in the brig.

She made a third deposit in the bucket.

Raga: Agreed, Chief. I think these two have embarrassed themselves enough for one day. We will try and help them retain what dignity they can given their current state. If nothing else, Miss Queen. Rox. I think you owe the good doctor an apology.   

Beck: Those hangovers are plenty punishment, as far as I'm concerned.

De La Croix: Response

Kessler: Aye sir.

She looked over at Thess and offered a smile.

Rox:  Dr. De La Croix I am very sorry for my behavior and I hope to ::burp::  do a better job in the future.  

Quentin wrinkled his nose again, raising a hand to wave in front of his nose.

Beck: Did something die in your mouth?

Raga/De La Croix: Response

Rox massaged her temples.  

Rox: ::annoyed:: I'm very sorry to have embarrassed the Ronin Commander.  If a formal apology would help I'll type one up as soon as my vision is less blurry.    

Raga: Noted and appreciated, Rox. I’m sure the locals would appreciate the accountability. ::he tapped his comm badge:: =/\= Raga to Ronin, five to beam up. =/\= 

Kessler/De La Croix: Response

Rox: Ugh thank goodness.

Shaking his head again and tucking the kit under his arm, Quentin folded his hands together and looked upward slightly as the transporter beam snagged them.

Beck: Stooges.

((Transporter Room 3, Deck 9, USS Ronin))

Rox: ::flopping down on the transporter pad::  Home sweet home.

Raga: Indeed. Please try not to make a mess on the transporter pad if you can, Rox. I’m sure the chief here would appreciate it. 

Kessler/Raga/De La Croix: Response

Rox: ::smiling at Thess::  Let's do this again next week, but without the fight beforehand.

Raga: Please do. I’d prefer to not have to get anymore calls about fights amongst the crew for a long time. Especially when we have a perfectly functioning Anbo-Jitsu ring. ::turning to Quentin and Jack:: As for what to do about them, I leave that up to you two. Since they’re in your department Quentin, I’m sure you and mister Kessler here can devise an appropriate punishment for when they’ve recovered? 

Quentin stepped over Rox and down from the platform.

Beck: I'll let Jack handle that one. Giving them the purge was satisfying enough for me, at least for the short term. Just make sure they're ambulatory when they report for duty.

Kessler: Response

His brow did the vulcanoid raise briefly and for his part Toryn merely shot them a conspiratorial smirk. 

Raga: Oh, I’m sure if the Captain has any suggestions he’ll pass them along. If nothing else I think we still have the plasma manifold toothbrush pattern saved in the replicators. 

Beck: Sickbay also has a lotta biofilters that need cleaning.

Kessler/De La Croix/Rox: Response

As Raga crouched near the women, Quentin made his way to the parting doors and let out a snort, muttering under his breath.

Beck: A match made in hell.

[End scene for Beck!]

Lieutenant Commander Quentin Beck, MD, FASFS

Chief Medical Officer

USS Ronin NCC-34523

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