Ensign Delphina Wren- Very cute and very gross
Grace McDermott
Wren: ::completely distracted:: I always forget that Romulans wear shoulder pads and aren’t actually shaped like rectangles…… what? Oh, ::tucking the Romulan baby under her arm like a football, reaching into her engineering kit again:: I’m guessing this has something to do with the time ripples we saw outside. If I had to guess, this is what’s left of the crew after walking through one of those things.
O’Connor: Agreed, first let’s…
Delphina jumped as she heard the sound of a plasma torch activated, followed by O’Connor’s scream, and she whipped around to see a tiny Tellarite waving the item around like it was a toy.
O’Connor: Yaaaahh….
Shortrith/T’Fearne: Response
Wren: I mean it could be worse, at least they don’t know what’s going on…. At least I don’t think they know what’s going on, I can’t actually read babies. He still seems pretty broken up, though. ::handing the Romulan baby off to O’Connor, who is closest, before squatting in front of the broken panel:: This looks like it’s been kicked in, not removed properly. ::powering it down, before pulling out an old Sensor Relay emitter:: This is from the original Romulan empire. Romulan engineers have almost universally switched to the Vulcan systems by now, this site might be a lot older than we think…. Even with all the babies.... any way we can corral those guys?
O’Connor: Well since we forgot to pack a sheepdog or a nanny I think the most qualified we have for baby wrangling duty is a counselor. ::He smiles at Shortrith and passes the Romulan baby off:: See what you can do to gather them up. :: he picked up the plasma cutter:: They seem to like shiny things.
Shortrith: What do I do with it? I'm not a paediatrician like Alyndra.
O’Connor: I don’t know…Maybe play a game or sing a song or something. .::bends next to where Delphina is in front of the panel:: Ensign, while you’re baby-proofing the room, see if you can create a small forcefielded area we can use for a playpen, then try to get the replicator online. Who knows when the last time these guys ate was. ::he waved his bitten hand:: They seem to be hungry.
Wren: Oh, absolutely. I’ve turned off any offensive security programs, and I’m working on a ‘Civilian mode’ sub-routine. In a few minutes we won’t even be able to curse in front of these little Souffamins. The force-field and replicators might need a little more work, though.
Delphina finished inputting the last command for the safety subroutine, leaning against the console as she connected it to her PADD. oO What shape would work best for them…. Probably a circle divided into fourths, that way we can put three babies in each, and none of them will hurt each other Oo.
T’Fearne: Response
O’Connor: Lt. T’Fearne and I will check out the rest of the rooms along this corridor and hopefully be right back.
Wren: Oh, take this with you! ::passing them her tricorder:: It’ll beep if there’s a time-space ripple.
T’Fearne: Response
Shortrith: Go well- owww don't bite me you little-
Wren: Oh, are you alright? oO Seems like we’re all rupturing our suits today Oo
Shortrith: I'm fine I think… but I've also gotten bitten by this child.
Wren: ::Finishing putting up the force field:: Alright, force-field is ready so you can put him down…. Aaand the replicators are back online, just a second, ::to the replicator:: Computer, let’s go with…. Nutritional supplement B4-82, please. Cross-reference nutritional needs with the engineering master-list species. ::replicator activates:: Thank you.
Shortrith: Okay kids… follow me…
Delphina glanced up, noticing Shortrith’s discomfort and hurried over to help. The Romulan went down with no problem, and when Delphina picked up the Tellarite, she quickly handed it one of her engineering gloves before it could bite her. Watching with some amusement as the tellarite chewed her glove, she plopped it into a different quadrant. It wasn’t long before all the children were properly corralled, though the crying hadn’t quite died down yet
Wren: Alright, that should be it. ::dishing out the food, smoothly taking her glove back from the tellarite:: Look at all your teeth, good for you! oO They still seem a little fussy, though… Oo Computer, play ‘Fur Elise’, Beethoven, earth 1810
Shortrith: Response
Wren: My mothers were both doctors, and one of them worked with a lot of families. She used to have me volunteer at her clinic with the post-natal patients and guests when I was a teenager because my brother was ‘too busy’. Nothing medical, but I learned pretty quickly how to take care of a baby. ::fondly:: They’re sort of cute, in a very gross way…. How’s the bite?
Shortrith: Response
Wren: Glad you’re okay. ::returning to the computer:: It looks like everything’s up and running, but Romulan computers have a check-in protocol… ::frustrated:: There was a timer for a code they had to enter, or everything would be wiped. I’m sure it’s not gone for good, but it’ll take- ::startled:: Did you hear that?
Shortrith: Response
Wren: It sounded like footsteps... oO They're not back already, are they? T'Fearne if that's you I could use a heads-up Oo
But no response came. Delphina exchanged a nervous look with Shortrith. She still couldn't sense anything, but she'd definitely heard something. Carefully, Delphina keyed in an instruction on the computer to create a small extra force-field on top of the baby-corral.
Wren: ::very worried and trying to hide it:: Better safe than sorry, right?
Shortrith: Response
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