PNPC Ensign Poagie- Poagie Don't Do Daycare
rob mahardy
((Arboretum, Deck 5, USS Ronin))
Poagie: Fine, fine. Queen Bee is in position. Do you still need help strapping it into the child seat?
Poagie almost jumped when he heard a new voice from behind as he hadn’t heard the large Aurelian emerge from the shadows.
Om-Zora: ::in a slightly forced monotone:: I doubt a being like this requires a child seat. But I could help with possibly helping to relax her? Them? While you figure out where she needs to be relocated. Make sure there’s a very limited chance of somewhat panicked actions in response to being moved.
Wells seemed overjoyed to see Om-Zora approaching.
Wells: ::beaming:: Oh, I like you already. Oui, the baby needs a big sister to coo over her, keep her diverted, or did you have something else in mind, mon oisillon?
Poagie rolled his eyes and audibly sighed.
Kel: Response
Om-Zora: I am a neuroscientist of sorts. I have some experience understanding wave patterns like that. Possibly useful in mimicking the calming ones if you can figure out what those are in creatures like this. It might be good for both the ship and the… jellyfish? Although I do admit it provides a slight challenge since there is not a brain in the typical sense of the term. Not uncommon in beings like this. And yet the mindful intelligence shows signs of being there in other ways despite being technically brainless by normative standards.
Om-Zora: Something that other brainless beings could learn from.
Poagie frowned back. At the same moment a few tendrils from the bioluminescent life form stretched in the Ferengi’s direction.
Wells: ::grinning mischieviously:: Most common Cnidarian found on worlds have no brain, Lt., but I think you’ll find that this species is more complex, a space-dwelling lifeform, they have telepathy, they feel benevolence, and sorrow, they form life bonds. Now is your chance, neuroscientist. You don’t need equipment for this; she can hear you now. Your mind, just talk to her, or sing. Tell her something that makes you calm and happy.
The tendrils kept sweeping toward Poagie and he kept squirming out of the way.
Poagie: Right, tweet it a lullaby or something to settle it down.
Kel/Om-Zora: Response
The xeno-botanist added her own message to the youngling as they prepared to transport to the launched shuttle.
Wells: ::softening, voice lowering as the glow steadies:: Easy, petite étoile. We are not here to hurt you. Only to keep you fed… and everyone else intact.
The glow of the Farpoint Cnidarian, still partially trapped in the tree, steadied. Its tendrils slowed its quest, as if it were listening or perceiving.
((A moment later - The Shuttlecraft Queen Bee, In Orbit of Endicronimus V))
With a cluster of lights, the four scientists materialised in the Queen Bee’s forward compartment. The star-jelly-baby materialised in the aft compartment, and as expected, removing her from her food sources threw an immediate temper tantrum. The lights in the shuttle dimmed, and the engines shuddered as an immediate power drain occurred.
Poagie: Great, now what do we do? Who’s got a pacifier?
Kel/Om-Zora: Response
The view of the aft compartment appeared large on the main display. As the containment forcefields went up the power fluctuations eased, they caught their first glimpse of the “baby” without its tree exterior. A large glowing Cnidarian floated in the aft compartment, jelly-like dome glowing blue and flashing with distress. In the last few moments, it had somehow developed yellow polka dots along its dome, its tendrils writhing wildly in all directions.
Om-Zora slid behind a console and brought up the creature's vitals.
Wells: ::eyes alight with joy:: Congratulations, mes amis. You have just managed to put the giant alien jelly-baby in the back seat, now we have to be quick, or she will become very attached to this ship. She’s already draining energy from the forcefield.
Poagie held his ears. There was a high pitched whine from the life form that the others weren’t seeming to notice.
Poagie: ::wincing:: What if we just put it to sleep? Maybe gas it, drug it, cryofreeze.... or even warm milk.
Kel/Om-Zora/Wells: Response
That seemed to calm it slightly or at least enough for the high pitched noise to recede.
Kel/Om-Zora/Wells: Response
Just as things seemed to settle, Poagie’s comm badge beeped. He reached up and tapped it. Resounding from the tiny speaker was the gruff and annoyed voice of the Ronin’s Tellarite maintenance man.
Brat: =/\= Brat to Poagie. Where are you? =/\=
Poagie rolled his eyes.
Brat: =/\= The courier shuttle is leaving early. And you need to be on it. =/\=
Poagie: =/\= Actually, I’m kinda in the middle of some… =/\=
The whining picked up again from the back bay and he furrowed his brow weighing the lesser of two evils.
Brat: =/\= Oh no you don't...No excuses. You owe me. =/\=
Poagie heaved a big sigh.
Poagie: =/\= Fine, fine. I’m on my way. =/\=
Kel/Om-Zora/Wells: Response
Poagie looked at the readings for the lifeform. He gave a hint of a smile when he'd seen they were stabilizing then turned to rest of the science team.
Poagie: Well, as much as I’d love to be continuing helping with your little daycare dilemma, apparently I’m needed elsewhere. You guys got this. I'm not good with kids anyway.
Kel/Om-Zora/Wells: Response
He stepped back and began to activate the transporter.
Poagie: But this doesn’t mean I’ve waived my quarter share if you do sell it.
He smiled as the shimmer of the transporter engulfed him.
[End of scene for Poagie]
((OOC: Bowing out here as I’m away all next week. Have fun with junior))
((Epilogue: Courier Shuttle, In route to Orphanage on Theta 122))
Poagie sat across from Brat who was dressed all in a red suit with white fur trim. A fake white beard lay in the Tellarite's lap. Several bags were piled up between them, one of which contained numerous scarves, hats and mittens. Poagie’s fingers continued to work the crochet hook through the yarn trying to finish up just one more mitten on the way. He was struggling though because the tights of the elf costume kept chaffing his legs.
((OOC: Happy Holidays Everyone!))
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Ensign Poagie
Science Officer
Simmed by
Lieutenant Commander Ian O’Connor
HCO
USS Ronin NCC-34523
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