Old Fashioned Change of Perception

Posted on Sun Nov 17th, 2019 @ 9:26pm by Ashe Zachariah & Lieutenant Commander Calvin Morgan

Mission: Sounds of Silence
Location: Sickbay

The lounge was closed. For the first time she could remember, she had made the decision to close the lounge. Surprisingly, she wasn't that upset about it. This illness or what ever it was that was affecting the ship had finally made it's way into her and she was feeling largely like complete hell, or, at least, she had been until she had hit the bottle of tequila she had had stashed behind the bar. Now, an unknown number of shots in, she was really feeling quite spectactularly marvelous.

Locking the bar, she held the bottle in her hand and started down the corridor, half dancing, half staggering, singing loudly as she moved. "One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor!"

She stepped into the turbolift, giving the destination for her deck and leaned back agains the wall, opening the bottle and taking a mouthful before she closed it again, still humming.

As the turbolift stopped, oblivious to what deck she was on, Ashe swaggered out, a slight movement catching the corner of her eye. She turned, half stumbling, to face the direction of the movement, and that was when the pain struck. Sharp, stinging, unlike anything she had ever felt before, right in the base of her skull, like someone was drilling into her head.

Gripping the bottle even tighter, Ashe found herself standing face to face with a figure she didn't immediately recognise. "What did you do to me? That hurt!" she exclaimed angrily, one hand pressing into the back of her neck.

As the other figure started to walk away, Ashe cursed loudly. "Hey! Don't walk away from me!" she demanded drunkenly as she started following behind. "What the hell did you do? That hurt damn it! What did you do to me?"

Following down the corridor and around the corner, Ashe watched as the alien disappeared through a set of doors that hadn't even opened. She followed after it again, stepping through the doors as they opened and cursed loudly again. "Don't walk away from me bitch! I'm talking to you! What the hell do you think you're doing? Come back here before I put my fist in your stupid pale face!!"

Calvin intently stared at a console, researching every bit of information he had on his patients. He couldn't figure out how the disease was being transmitted, what bodily systems were being affected, anything. It was beginning to irritate him. He had suspicions based off some of his patients that it was something other than a disease, but without the information to prove it, couldn't do anything about it.

The yelling of Ashe brought him out of his researching trance. Calvin blinked several times and walked out of the door of the lab to find Ashe yelling. He frowned, thinking that he probably would have found this funny in another context. "Who are you yelling at?" He asked nicely, watching the drunk Ashe sway.

"HER!" Ashe raised her voice belligerently as she pointed at the now surprised looking alien who genuinely seemed quite startled. "Bitch stuck me with something and walked away!" She raised her hand to the back of her neck and grimaced before she glanced at Calvin. "Didn't even say sorry either! Just kept on walking," her angered expression turned to one of surprise as she turned back toward the alien, only to find empty space in front of her. "Hey, where'd she go?"

Calvin turned to look in the direction of the pointing after giving Ashe a once over again. "Who stuck you?" He asked again, his mind connecting some dots. "And where did they stick you?" He walked over closer to Ashe, deciding to gently take the bottle of tequila away from her.

"Hey! That's mine!" Ashe argued, watching as Calvin took the bottle and set it on a counter away from her. "I want that back again," she muttered with a cross pout. "She stuck me here," she said, pointing to the base of her skull. "It hurt too. Can I have my bottle back now?"

Calvin ignored the question and looked closely at the spot, still seeing the faintest of puncture wounds. His eyes focused intently. _One of them finally got sloppy finally_ he muttered to himself. "No let's take a walk Ashe. I've got some better stuff in my office. And we can fix up your neck while we are at it. Sound okay?" He kept one hand on her to make sure she stayed steady and didn't fall over. He smiled at her genuinely, both in her interest and in the evidence finally presented.