Captain Flipz put a palm to his forehead. “Why am I not surprised?” he muttered. “Mr. Pavlov, report.”
“Captain! Uh…right. Well, we were just about to question a witness, a Ms.…Guinan, was it?”
“No Ms., please. It makes me feel my age.” Guinan smirked slyly. “As I was just saying, the fight started when Commander Williams went on-stage for karaoke. She sang an early 21st-century song, ‘Forget You’—”
“The Gwyneth Paltrow cover from Glee, to be precise.”
“I am…aware…of Glee, Commander,” Flipz said, not quite masking his devotion to the ancient series. “As I recall, that’s a fairly…confrontational song.”
“It was, Captain,” Guinan continued. “And she seemed to be directing the song at Chief O’Really. So, naturally, right about at the part where she sang about ‘Ooh, I really hat you right now—’”
“That little
taHqeq jumped up and punched me in the face!”
“Hey, you were the one who threw the microphone at me!”
A sharp look from the captain quieted both women before the fight could resume.
Guinan didn’t miss a beat. “So that’s how the fight got started. Everyone else was just…trying to help.”
Pavlov surveyed the ruined lounge. “Good job.”
T’Sing raised an eyebrow. “I am inclined to agree with Mr. Pavlov, Captain. Their ‘assistance’ was most…unhelpful.”
Captain Flipz stood silently, arms crossed, for several long moments. After several agonizingly long minutes of contemplation, he announced his decision.
“Ordinarily, you’d both spend a night in the brig for this. However, I don’t think it would be exactly stellar for the crew’s morale if they saw our first officer imprisoned on the first day of our cruise.”
“Thank you, Capt--”
“Instead, you are confined to quarters until we reach the Badlands. In addition, Mr. Pavlov will assign guards to escort you to and from your mandatory sessions with the ship’s counselor, and they will remain posted at the entrance to your quarters until you are released.” Captain Flipz paused for a moment, considering. “I’ll permit you visitors…but I don’t want word of this to get around the ship. Not a word of this to anyone else.”
“Captain, I--”
“That’s an order, Mr. Pavlov. In the meantime, you and Mr. T’Sing are to review the holocam footage and identify everyone else involved. Give them a reprimand and inform them they are on probation for the next month.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now get these women to sickbay, then escort them to their quarters. Dismissed.”
“Aye, sir.”
As Pavlov and the others left the lounge, Captain Flipz sighed. “One day in, and I’ve already fouled up,” he muttered. He sighed again. “I need a--”
Guinan was already behind the bar, glass in hand.
“—drink,” Flipz finished, breaking into a smile--the last he’d have for a long, long time.
OOC: The lounge is temorarily sealed off. In the meantime, you can head to your quarters, or you can mess around with the holodeck, or just wander the ship. This is the last story post until the Badlands, so we have until then to just relax.
You
might run across a story segment or two depending on where you are, but nothing plot-altering--just character introductions for the rest of the crew.
EDIT: Also, expect a visit from Security at some point, as they continue their investigation. Probably tomorrow morning or so in-game time.
