Lt Cmdr Quentin Beck - A Fistful of Stooges
Quentin Beck
((Quentin Beck's Quarters, Room 0907, Deck 4, USS Ronin, Lolagi IV))
It had been a long, long day by the time Quentin had flopped onto the old, familiar bed he hadn't realized he'd missed until his face was smashed into it. Crates lined the room, some open and half-empty, many still closed as he was still in the process of unpacking and settling back in between shifts in Sickbay, and Alice was perched in the lid of one of the crates, peering down at him, her tongue sticking out slightly in a blep.
He had only just started drifting off to dreamland when the comm sounded, practically blaring into his ear and forcing him to sit up rapidly, his spine stiffening, his hair and mustache mussed.
Raga: =/\= Raga to Kessler and Beck. I just saw the incoming security report from the surface. I’m heading down to find out just what in the winds happened. Care to join me? Since it involves two members of your department Quentin, I imagine you’ll want to join tag along. I’m on my way to transporter room two. =/\=
Kessler: =/\= Transporter room two. Aye sir, on my way. =/\=
There was a moment of silence as Quentin's brain tried to catch up with the conversation. He cleared his throat, rubbing a hand over his face, then cleared his throat again before tapping the combadge still attached to his uniform jacket lying across the side of the bed.
Beck: =/\= Beck here. Um. What? =/\=
He shook his head rapidly, waving a hand dismissively.
Beck: =/\= No, never mind. I'll be there in two shakes. =/\=
Letting out a sigh, he grabbed the jacket and slung it around his shoulders before moving to a mirror to try to clean himself up.
((Secured Reflection Suite and Contemplation Cell, Harmony Shores Collaborative Resort))
Thankfully, it had only taken a little bit of water and a comb to handle the mess that had been his bedhead. He didn't look great, but at least presentable, which was saying a lot considering the headache forming behind his eyes. Raga and Kessler had given him a basic rundown on his arrival in the transporter room, but all three had fallen quite silent once they had arrived at the resort.
Quentin didn't know a lot about Lolagi IV - he hadn't had the chance to do any reading about it, despite knowing that was where they were headed - but he had heard about the jail cells that doubled as therapeutic chambers. Considering many people avoided counseling like the plague, it made sense to apply it to what was literally a captive audience. He wasn't so sure it was ethical, per se, but it certainly made sense.
Raga: Well, it’s not the first time this crew has gotten up to, what’s the word going around scuttlebutt? Roniningans? It’s not the first time, nor do I expect it will be the last. I’m concerned that it was an altercation between Ronins. It’s one thing to get into a bar brawl with strangers. We’ve been through too much as a crew for me to let something like this be. ::he smiled slightly:: But I don’t want you to feel like I’m stepping on your shoes, Lieutenant. You’ve done an exemplary job with Tac/Sec since your arrival.
The Doctor shot a momentary look at Kessler, and despite himself, he couldn't help but miss Kirsty just a little bit. It would have been fun, watching her chew out somebody like DLC… though he suspected Kessler would do a fine enough job. Quentin hadn't really gotten the opportunity to talk with him at all, and he made a mental note to try to do that later.
Kessler: The decision is yours Commander on how to handle these two, but I feel an example does need to be set. ::beat, looking around:: Interesting Security set up.
Raga: This is certainly unlike any security complex I’ve been to before. And security therapists? Can’t say I ever thought of combining our Protes before.
Kessler: Not sure I can envision water fountains and ornate gardens littering my Brig sir. ::looking to Raga:: Nor do I think I would make a good therapist.
The Doctor allowed himself to chuckle at that, shaking his head a little and letting out a sigh.
Beck: Fairly typical response from a Security officer, I think, though it's a fair one. Rehabilitation isn't usually the first thing on someone's mind when they're taking someone into custody. ::to Raga:: What exactly happened again?
Raga: According to the report, Rox took a swing at doctor De La Croix and it avalanched from there.
Kessler: Too bad we could not have sold tickets to that. ::throwing his hands in the air as if to defend himself:: Hey, am I wrong?
Quentin's brows lifted. While he wouldn't put it past Rox to get into an altercation, she usually attacked people with words, rather than fists. Knowing Thess the way he did, though, he could believe it - what had the woman said to Rox to earn such ire?
He glanced up when he heard their voices, a frown pulling at either side of his mouth; if they had been fighting before, they certainly weren't now, and he couldn't help but feel a disturbance in the schwartz.
Beck: I've got a bad feeling about this.
Raga had opted to recline on one of the couches in the waiting room, eyes focused on the door where the women would emerge. Jack stood to Raga's side, looking like a Security Chief. For his part, Quentin had moved to study one of the plants in the corner of the room off to Raga's left.
When the women arrived, he was not entirely surprised to find Rox and De La Croix were drinking champagne, despite having just been held in detention. He shook his head with a sigh, his headache growing a little in intensity.
Rox: ::loud whisper:: It's the fuzz! Don't move they can't see us if we stay still. ::giggle::
LaCroix: Response
Rox: ::giggling:: Oh this is nothing, wait until they see what I did to the ::cackling:: the bathroom in there.
That earned a sharp bark from the Security Chief.
Kessler: That is an understatement, Doctor.
She was giggly. That meant she was at least tipsy, if not drunk, which meant this was going to be a sillier encounter than he'd hoped. It also meant she would be completely shameless about it all.
Beck: ::muttering under his breath:: This is gonna go well.
Raga didn't say a word, just crossed his arms over his chest. That body language was only going to inspire more bratitude.
Kessler: Do you two realize how this looks on the Ronin? On the Captain?
Rox: About the same as the Chief's of security and Science crushing on the same woman? ::laughing again and looking at Thess:: I'm not even kidding, it's so weird.
Quentin wasn't sure exactly who Rox was referring to, but he had a pretty good guess. He remained silent for the moment, laying one hand against his back and letting the others talk for the moment.
De La Croix: Response
Raga: Hmm? Oh, I was merely pondering whether or not the Captain still has the get along bracelets he received from GottCo last leave. Or if perhaps a shirt that says ‘Our get along shirt’ can be replicated big enough for the two of you to wear side by side. ::he smiled mischievously and waved a hand:: I’m sure the Captain and I can come up with something later. But for the sake of clarity, I am disappointed. Not mad.
The Doctor wished they had had a little more time to discuss how to approach this before arriving, but he wasn't sure two drunk bimbos sporting bratitudes would have been on his radar to start. He had enough experience dealing with both women to know, though, that trying to shame either one of them would be like trying to shame a wall for standing too still.
Which was a little more obvious when Rox had to force herself to suppress a giggle.
Kessler: If the Captain does not have plans for them Commander, I have a few suggestions.
Both of them were playing the Bad Cop routine. Quentin couldn't decide if it was worth trying to be Good Cop - there wasn't going to be anything rational about this conversation.
Rox wobbled to her feet.
Rox: I am soooooo sorry Commander. It's really all Dr. Beck's fault.
Then she fell back down again, right on her ass. Quentin couldn't help the look of surprise that crossed his features, entirely flummoxed by the accusation.
Beck: What the hell did I do? I haven't even been here!
Raga/De La Croix: Response
Kessler: ::with a firmer tone, eyeing both women:: Respectfully, I do not think the Commander cares who started this. The security logs of the incident captured everything.
Rox: You should hide those logs. It would be a ska ::giggle:: sca ::giggle:: scandal for my good friend the duchess.
He rolled his eyes, a little at Jack and a little at Rox, his face screwing up slightly.
Beck: I shouldn't have come back. This is what this means. I shouldn't have come back.
Kessler gave her the mean mug. Quentin suspected it might have worked on someone who felt guilty.
Raga/De La Croix: Response
Kessler: Aye sir. I can do that.
The duo managed to lean onto each other to stand again, though both were still incredibly wobbly, and he was a little surprised they could manage to stand upright at all.
Rox: ::whiny:: No, don't beam us back let's have a walk on the beach.
Raga/De La Croix: Response
Beck: ::sighing:: Some fresh air probably would do them some good. And I can call up to the ship to have them send down a hypo to sober these two up just a little. Some Purge will do nicely, though they'll have a helluva hangover to deal with.
Rox: ::looking with alarm at Beck:: No sir, you stay away from her. We're done with mustaches.
His cheeks puffed out as he let out a heavy sigh, his headache threatening to turn into a migraine.
Beck: Let's just. ::indicating the door:: Yeah?
Kessler/Raga/De La Croix: Response
He shot a look at Kessler and Raga, raising his shoulders in a shrug, then fell into step behind the group as they escorted the inebriated women out into the cool air. He'd have called it a Walk of Shame, but unsurprisingly, they both remained shameless. Rox didn't even seem put out that she had beans and eggs in her hair.
Rox: How'd that get in there?
Beck: ::shaking his head:: Feels like junior year at Starfleet Medical all over again.
Kessler/Raga/De La Croix: Response
Rox began laughing and pointed at Thess with a smile.
Rox: That's right you did! Some arm you have.
Rolling his eyes, Quentin tapped the combadge on his chest and looked upward, as if he could see the Ronin in the sky.
Beck: =/\= Beck to Sickbay. I need you to send down a medical kit with two doses of Purge and something for a hangover. =/\=
There was a momentary pause before a soft, tenetative voice responded.
Nurse: =/\= Y–es, Doctor. I'll put that together for you now. =/\=
Kessler/Raga/Rox/De La Croix: Response
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?
Kessler/Raga/Rox/De La Croix: Response
A moment later, the familiar whine of a transporter buzzed in his ear, 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.
Kessler/Raga/Rox/De La Croix: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
Lieutenant Commander Quentin Beck, MD, FASFS
Chief Medical Officer
USS Ronin NCC-34523
A238810SA0