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Posted on Sat Jul 12th, 2025 @ 4:10am by Lieutenant JG Sheldon Parsons & Ensign Noah Balsam & Ensign Khrys Ral

Mission: Mean Green Queen
Location: Junior Officers' Quarters, 4-13 (Deck 4)
Timeline: Mission Day 19 at 0700

[Lower Decks Quarters 4-13]
[Deck 4]
[Day 19, 0700 Hours]

A rare treat, and worth the power credits every once in awhile. A shower. A real, honest to goodness hot water shower. There was rumor that the XO and CO actually had water showers when wanted. The Captain supposedly even had a bath tub! And Department Heads could have water showers now and again. But down here, in the Lower Decks? Most had the daily sonic shower.

So this was an indulgence.

"Wha-what's on the schedule today, Shelly?" From his shower cubicle, Noah had tilted his head just enough. His eyes were fixed on his fingers making a loop where there was a filmy circle of soap. He pursed his lips and blew gently, a bubble of soap gradually undulating to life. Noah had been up early for work along with his roommate. Dravor had meanwhile left earlier for an early shift with Maritz.

A sopping wet Noah watched the loosed bubble drift a short way before it popped. Then he leaned out of the bathroom to address his friend at the mirror and sink. Noah was drenched wet, the water lanking his hair to somehow make him look even more ridiculously thin and rangy. It accentuated some of his facial features in a less than flattering way. But then beads of water were dripping off that beak of a nose.

With Irynya promoted and now off to live with Debbie -- that was quite the pair -- Sheldon had opted to shack up with Noah rather than bunk with Dravor. The young engineer figured living with a bestie was a much better way to go than sharing a room with a love interest that hadn't quite reached the living-in-the-same-room stage yet. And so it was that Shelly that had moved into Noah's room, combining their eclectic collections of nerdy stuff, with various spare parts and such from projects they were working on lying about. Their now-combined living space looked like a machine shop and a pop culture museum had a baby.

The half-completed combat drone they'd decided to call Phaser Beak -- a joint venture spurred by watching old Transformers cartoons from ancient Earth -- sat atop a table between their beds, a testament to Sheldon and Noah's geeky craftsmanship and collaboration. And it was from that project that Shelly'd had to pull himself ardently away when he realized just how much time had gotten away from him ahead of his shift. Realizing how little time he had, he'd practically run into the shower area of the shared quarters. Unlike Noah, however, he hadn't the time for a luxurious water-rinse: it was all sonic for him, which was why he was already out and shaving at the sink.

A towel was wrapped around Sheldon's own long form, stretched tall like taffy that bowed in slightly at the middle. Little stubble hairs fell from his face -- laser-cut clean from Shelly's cheeks with his preferred shaver -- to join the sparse dusting of hair that spread across his not-at-all-broad chest. Blinking into a mirror steamed by Noah's hot water rinse, he regarded the reflection of his friend sticking his head out of the shower bay.

"On shift in 30. F'Rar's got me writing performance reports today," Sheldon groaned. He'd recently been made Assistant Chief Engineer -- more out of necessity than abject choice -- and he was feeling the growing pains of transitioning into a new role he hadn't really planned for quite yet. "Don't worry, though," he looked over his shoulder with a smile, "I told her I can't write yours. Too biased since, you know," he gestured around them, indicating the intimate setting of their shared bathroom. Besties probably shouldn't write each other's reviews, he figured...

Noah blossomed a smile which was amused yet with a notch of awkward. He looked like he might counter the logic there but his nose wrinkled. "Yeah probably not I guess. Uh." He was interrupted by the sound of a swishing door. Noah narrowed his eyes. "Did someone just come in?" He reached for his towel and wrapped it dutifully around his waist. And then quite spritely from the balls of his feet he sprung out of the shower- neglecting to turn off his water.

The water-logged engineer entered their main living area, towel secured around his waist with the vice of his hand. One of the dots was moving inside and turned its spherical countenance to show a digital emoji face. "Dot Epsilon?" Noah said questioning. It chirped a greeting and then began to enter Tamblem Dravor's room- smoothly enough that Noah had to sidestep it toward the couch. "Uhh Shelly? Is Dravor awake?"

"Err--" came a confused reply from back in the bathroom. "I think he's already on shift. Was that someone coming in?" It was Sheldon's turn to appear in the doorframe that led into the central area of the shared quarters. He spotted Noah near the couch and followed the young man's gaze to the now open doors of Dravor's room, the dot gliding deeper inside as it began tending to some task or other within. "Oh," Shelly said, crestfallen. They knew what this meant. Dots had done the same thing when Margarar had come on the scene months prior, then took flight again when "Jake" had come aboard. "Hopefully whoever Dravor's new bunkmate is," he said with a sigh, "isn't a crazy shapeshifting jelly monster. Should I get the flamethrower just in case?"

Before Noah could answer, the door to the shared quarters hissed open once more, allowing Khrysaros to step inside at a brisk pace, nearly jogging over the threshold. His skin glistened with sweat, his breath coming in short, measured exhales as he worked to regulate it. The ‘SOJO’ logo on his moisture-darkened t-shirt clung to his chest, the fabric unceremoniously tucked into the waistband of his standard-issue P/T shorts.

For the past few months, his five-mile morning jog had transformed from a grueling necessity into a ritual he actually enjoyed—a way to clear his mind before the day’s duties took hold.

He barely took a moment to register his surroundings, only now noting his roommates’ presence as his gaze darted between them. A brief look of awkward realization flickered across his face before he blurted out, “Gotta pee,” punctuating the declaration with a quick gesture toward the shared washroom.

Without waiting for a response, he was off again, his steps quick and purposeful as he disappeared through the doorway, leaving only the lingering scent of exertion and the faintest trace of his jog-induced adrenaline in his wake.

The wet and towel-clinging Noah sidestepped like the kid who was sure he was about to get book-checked by the hall bully. The doors of the washroom hissed open and shut, Noah's expression a twist of 'what the hell?'

Sheldon had actually been standing in the doorway leading from the bathroom so he, too, had needed to sidestep. Watching the newcomer disappear into a bathroom stall, the engineer -- still clad in a towel and having stopped in the middle of his shave -- put his hands on his hips. "Hello to you too..." he offered loud enough for whoever this new person was to hear from inside the stall. It wasn't that he didn't understand that last second, all consuming need to pee: if anyone got that, it was him. Shelly was the king of having a tiny bladder that needed emptying at the worst possible time. But managing a "hello" en route to dick-out wasn't that hard...
The door to the stall stood ajar as Khrys relieved himself, exhaling loudly. "Oh, Deities," he groaned, the words slipping out in a mix of exhaustion and relief, followed by a few unintelligible but deeply satisfied noises. The morning run had left him feeling both accomplished and overheated, his body still buzzing with residual energy.

Finishing up quickly, he stepped back into the main area of the washroom, moving with the ease of someone fully comfortable in his routine. He approached the sink, letting the sonic vibrations hum over his hands, cleansing them with the efficiency of Federation technology.

Turning toward the door leading back to the shared living area, Khrys reached for the hem of his sweat-soaked 'SOJO' t-shirt and peeled it off in one fluid motion. He used it to wipe his damp forehead, pushing back his tousled hair as he took a deep breath.

"How we doing this morning?" he asked, his voice light and casual as he strolled back toward his roommates, still radiating post-run energy. He slung the damp shirt over one shoulder and glanced around, catching the expressions of those gathered with an easygoing grin.

Noah looked at the obviously fit muscles of the chest, then up to the newcomer, then to Sheldon, then he blinked. Noah secured his towel knot with a squeeze of his hand and shifted his still wet arm and hand out. "Uh. Noah Balsam. Systems Specialist. And-and this is Sheldon Parsons, Assistant Chief Engineer. Our roommate Dravor is on duty. Are you um...."

One of the Dots whirled with its rictus LED smile, obviously holding the new person's crate of things.

Noah blinked and returned his dark-eyed gaze. Like Noah, this stranger could have easily been guessed to be a Betazoid- they both had extremely dark eyes. "Uhhh, are you moving in?"

“Oh yeah, sorry,” Khrys said, flashing a sheepish smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I got moved in pretty late last night, turns out there was a coolant leak behind the wall in my original quarters.” He let out a small hiss through his teeth, the sound halfway between annoyance and resignation. “Wasn’t exactly the best way to start a night.”

Taking a half-step forward, he offered a hand in greeting. “Khrysaros Ral, Son of the Fifth House of Betazed , Warden of the Shroud of Pekra, and Bearer of the Helm of the First Hero. ” he said, then quickly added with a lopsided grin, “but everyone just calls me Khrys. Way less formal.” There was a slight pause before he continued, his voice a touch more guarded. “Ensign Khrys Ral. I’m a botanist.” The last words came out a little stiff, like it still carried the weight of childhood teasing from Betazed. Still, he held his head high, his dark eyes scanning the room with a quiet curiosity.

"That-that, um." Noah extended his hand and took the Betazoid's- after a complex rearranging of gripping hands on his towels. "Uhh, Ensign Noah Balsam, System Specialist." He looked at Sheldon. "Uhh, you missed Ensign Dravor... Security officer. And umm..." He trailed off so Sheldon could introduce himself.

Khrys couldn’t help but watch as Noah’s hands subtly shifted their grip on the towel. There was something almost hypnotic in the way Noah’s fingers worked, adjusting the fabric with a quiet concentration that seemed to draw the Betazoid’s attention. It was a simple gesture, but there was something about it that caught Khrys off guard, making his gaze linger a moment longer than intended.

Shaking himself out of the trance, Khrys quickly used the hem of his own shirt to dab at the sweat beading on his forehead. The cool fabric against his skin brought a brief moment of relief, but it didn’t stop the warm flush that crept up his neck. He inhaled sharply, trying to recalibrate his focus. His gaze then shifted over to Sheldon, his mind momentarily distracted by the thought of the situation unfolding between the three of them. The dynamic in the room was delicate, and for some reason, Khrys felt as though he was just on the edge of something he couldn’t quite understand yet.

Noah blushed, feeling the eyes on him. A spike of shy acknowledgment and perhaps a nuance of feeling seen filtered into Khrys' telepathic background noise. He looked down and breathed out. "Sorry..." And then a feeling of being underdressed, and a bit exposed.

While Khrys had been focused on Noah, Sheldon's gaze had been drawn to the Betazed's now-bared torso. It was all...muscly and such. His body tried to both gulp down air and swallow too much spit all at the same time...which sent Parsons into a bit of a coughing fit for a few moments. "Abs," he breathed out gruffly as he bent forward, trying to clear his airway while gesturing to said-abdominal muscles--as if pointing out their existence somehow explained the coughs shuddering through his definitely more doughy body.

Once he regained his breath, Shelly stepped forward. "P-Parsons, Sheldon. Err," he reached up, pulling his wet hair back, "Sheldon Parsons. Assistant Chief Engineer. Former occupant, sometimes guest of...your room, I guess?" He neglected to mention that he and Dravor were dating and, hence, might sometimes share a cuddle or two inside. When it's empty, of course, and totally private because that's respectable and-- he realized he was over-explaining to himself and sighed. "Um...hi?" he offered then, a sheepish and hellishly nervous half-smile forming.

"Are those real?" he pointed to the abs, the question added in afterthought.

Noah looked at Sheldon and his face split into a wide and adoring grin. Khrys seeing his profile, Noah had quite a nose and strong jawline, in interesting ways. His nose wrinkled at his friend. He wasn't even sure what to say there beyond his warm and awkward amusement. His eyebrow rose. "Um..." Yeah he was stuck, didn't know what to say to that.

Khrys blushed, the pink tinge creeping up his cheeks as he let out a soft, nervous chuckle. “I… uh… yeah,” he managed, his voice light and a little self-conscious. He absent mindedly rubbed his hand on down the aforementioned abs, his fingers brushing the hair that led from his navel to the waistband of his shorts. He was suddenly hyper-aware of the very casual — or rather, bare — state of undress around them, and it made his heart skip just a little.

Noah's guffaw, a toothy affair with an impressed chortle and a dash of the bashful, said he wasn't sure what to say or if he even needed to. Sheldon seemed a little frozen in his friends' way of endearing awkwardness. All Noah could surmise was either Khrys' abs were superior to Tamblem's, or perhaps Sheldon hadn't seen much of the Trill's abdomen yet. With a perk of his eyebrows and a sharp breath-in through his beakish nose, Noah said. "Well, they're uh very nice." Then to bait his friend a bit more, he looked at Sheldon with an impish edge to his smile. "Right Shelly?"

Khrys smiled at the compliment, the soft warmth staying in his cheeks across. His dark, Betazoid eyes, however, remained fixed on Sheldon, drawn in by Noah’s playful teasing of his former roommate. He shifted his weight slightly, trying to play it casual, but the subtle curve of his lips betrayed his lingering focus.

"Err," came Shelly's reply, the man clearly having realized what he'd said and now coming to grips with the ramifications of his words. "Yes, quite nice," he gulped out. "Hard work / well done / uhmaazing," the engineer gently mumbled in staccato, sounding like one of those badly-translated aliens they'd run into on Hukatuse not long back. Standing there with half his face covered in stubble and the other as sheer as the day he was born, Sheldon found himself utterly unable to form new thoughts, let alone sentences.

Khrys rallied, his expression softening into a warm, genuine smile, even as his face remained flushed with colour. “It’s really great to meet you both,” he added sincerely. “Honestly, I haven’t met too many people outside of the Science Department yet. Been kind of… sticking to my fellow nerds.” He gave an awkward but endearing shrug, his dark eyes bright with a mixture of shyness and genuine interest.

Shelly's face, too, brightened in an all-too-telltale way, rosy warmth effusing his cheeks with splashes of crimson. "We--we've not had the best of luck with roommates," he began with a stammered but built momentum. "You seem much nicer than the last two. It's good to have you here," he offered with a meaningful but nasally lilt.

"He, uh, hasn't tried to kill us yet... or suggested he wants to eat me." Noah nodded agreement that it would be nice to have another roommate and that Khrys was welcome. "Did-did you eat breakfast yet?" He inquired, securing his towel once again just below the thin plunge of his hip grooves. "Computer, replicate an orange and a glass of chocolate milk." He said, aimed over his shoulder.

Khrysaros shook his head, a small, sheepish smile touching his lips as he indicated he hadn’t grabbed anything yet. "Coffee and a bowl of uttaberry yogurt for me, please," he said, his voice light with an edge of hunger.

Absentmindedly, he brushed his fingers across the bare skin of his stomach once more before moving toward the common area’s seating space. His movements were relaxed, unhurried, as he lowered himself casually into one of the chairs. A faint sheen of sweat still clung to his skin, catching the ambient light and giving him an almost sun-kissed glow.

"And a coffee with a bowl of uttaberry yogurt," Noah added to the order and teh computer chirped its cheerful compliance. "I'll be-be right back, I need to change. I have early shift this morning." Noah flashed a quick smile, "Be right back." The thin and lanky person proceeded in to his quarters, breezing by Khrys. He smelled cleanly, nice, a hint of something sort of like... lavender? The doors hissed open and Noah slipped inside. The doors weren't quite closed when he let the towel unwrap and drop, a bit of a cheeky view before the doors gave him privacy.

Khrys looked but didn’t stare at the inadvertent show Noah had put on, the glimpse pulling his mouth upwards and filling his cheeks with colour.

Noah returned a few moments later, this time in uniform pants and a SOJO t-shirt, his uniform jacket draped over a lanky arm. He picked up his breakfast and lay his uniform top down over a table chair.

Sheldon--who was tight on time already--found himself lowering into the chair opposite Khrys. "A coffee person, I see. You're um..." he gestured to the replicator, "not alone there. I enjoy it too. But usually as a half-frozen slush overloaded with chocolate syrup and macadamia nut flavoring. Who am I kidding," he shrugged, "I might as well be drinking cake. But the extra shots of espresso I program in battle the sugar back for just the right bite." Looking to Noah, Shelly pointed to the orange. "That looks very juicy. Oranges always dribble down my chin. Down my chest too, if I'm not wearing a shirt. But I bet those," he pointed at the abs from before, "would channel dribbled juice really well, huh?"

Noah looked at Sheldon with a sly grin as his boss and friend said his coffee was more akin to cake in nutrition. "Oh? You like cake, Shelly?" His lips pressed together as he started to peel his orange, eyebrows raised and gaze down. The mental images Sheldon was painting was a shuttle wreck but Noah could do little to look on and try not to chuckle. He took a gulp of his chocolate milk.

“Have you been talking to my Academy dorm mates?” The Betazoid said with a raised eyebrow, he picked up his coffee cup and blew on the hot liquid before taking his first sip of the day. He turned his attention to his yogurt taking a couple large spoonfuls in quick succession. “You must be kept pretty busy.” He said raising a brow at Sheldon, “being an assistant Chief and all?”

Shuttle wreck aptly defined Sheldon's current level of flummox; or at least it would, if he was telepathic and could read Noah's thoughts. Instead, he did his best to rally and affixed the lanky computer specialist with a moving-right-past-it look that said more than his words ever could about his thoughts on...that kind of cake. Of which there seemed to be no end to the supply of in this sausage party their quarters had become...

To Krys' question, Shelly nodded. "Chief F'Rar's really good at her job. Well, bit disorganized actually. Mind's all over the place. Makes it hard to follow her plan at times," the assistant chief admitted, "but I'm doing my best to translate her vision and orders into actionable tasks for everyone. But it's kind of weird being a leader in the department now. Like, technically," he gestured towards Noah, "I'm in charge of one of my best friends when we're on the clock. How does that not get weird? It's like, 'Mr. Balsam, I need you to reprogram the secondary computer core today and can we please get root beer floats to go from Debbie's for a cartoon marathon later?'"

“What’s a root beer float?” Khrys asked, tilting his head slightly as his eyes darted between them. There was genuine curiosity in his voice, undercut by a faint, amused smile, as if he wasn’t sure whether he was being teased or about to discover something wonderful.

Noah smiled wryly at that while he peeled his orange and started to separate it into its wedges. "It's, uh, an Earth drink. Bubbly, pretty sweet. And then you put a scoop of ice cream in it." Noah looked at Sheldon and back. "Uh, ice cream is... a frozen dairy dessert. For most floats, its vanilla which..." Noah nose bridge scrunched. "I... don't think I can even describe." Unable to do so, Noah got up- not before pushing a slice of orange into his mouth. "Computer, a sample-size root beer float. Two degrees." When it appeared in the whirl of light and harmonics, Noah set it in front of Khrys. "It's not exactly a breakfast food."

“Believe me, I’ve probably had worse in my mouth at breakfast,” Khrysaros quipped with a mischievous smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He picked up the small glass and raised it to his lips with an air of curiosity.

Noah snerked like a teenage boy, hiding his smile behind a shield of his hand. He silenced himself with a slice of orange.

The sweetness hit him first. The sugared flavour was something familiar, almost nostalgic, typical of traditional Betazoid cuisine. But the texture surprised him. He swallowed, blinking once as the flavor settled.

“Wow! I don’t think I was expecting it to be so creamy,” he admitted, licking a trace of it from his lip with mild amusement. "And there's some kind of...spice... to it?"

Noah looked at Sheldon and then back to Khrysaros. "Oh, spice? Um..." His nose wrinkled and Noah squinted an eye. "Depending on the molecular formula, its either replicating sassafras or kind of a combination of things. Which um, I don't know, sorry." But Noah nodded, "Yeah, that's the ice cream part. The creaminess."

Khrys took another spoonful, savoring the rich sweetness with a satisfied hum. “I’m definitely going to have to work out all night to earn this,” he said with a laugh, glancing down at the half-finished float like it had betrayed him. “But honestly? Totally worth it.” He leaned back slightly, still holding the spoon, his expression caught between indulgent guilt and genuine delight.

"B-b-but that's the good part about living on a starship," Shelly stressed suddenly, having watched the tasting in silence but wanting to help assuage food-related guilt. "Lots of smooth decks for your runs. But, maybe even better," the engineer lit up, "we have holodecks to make working out a lot more fun. Y-you should join us sometime," he tried to slyly offer an invite to their new roommate. "Running around London fighting the Slitheen while trying to steal back the TARDIS burns a lot more calories than you'd think!" he said with a nod towards Noah, who--upon second, third, fourth, and fifth thoughts--was probably the only one who knew what he was going on about.

"They had it coming," Noah chuckled, emphasizing 'coming' in an almost wicked way. He peeled another slice of orange and ate it.

"It's a Doctor Who thing. Ancient Earth media. Noah introduced me," Sheldon explained helpful with a slight blush before reaching over to squeeze his friend's shoulder with affection. The smile on the engineer's face was probably just as sweet as the root beer float as he regarded Noah before flicking his eyes back to Khrys. "Hope you'll be comfortable here. We're uh--" he swallowed, his mouth dry, "building a prototype phaser drone in our room. But we'll try to keep the racket down during your off hours," Shelly promised stridently.

At that news, Noah stood and brushed off his fingers. He proceeded in to his room and when he returned, he had an unusual case with him. It looked a bit like a standard utility field satchel. "Meet Phaser Beak." Noah said proudly. "Or-or what we hope it'll be. It's a point-defense drone for protecting Away Teams during missions that might be dangerous. A range of about five kilometers... we-we are also going to attach a decent sensor palette so it can do some recon."

Noah turned his hip toward Khrys and Sheldon, the satchel having been looping over Noah's slender torso crossways. The satchel itself rested on his hip. "Phaser Beak, transform!" Noah said- and it almost dripped of nerdish delight. The satchel popped open like an old cassette player. And within a blocky... thing... shot up and out of the housing...

... and bashed itself so hard into the ceiling that there was a horrendous crunch. Sparks. A flickering and now very dead overhead ambient light. There was a gouged crater and hole where Phaser Beak had been. What was left crashed a twisted and heaping wreck- like an overdone Thanksgiving turkey- on their dining table. Now smoke. ... And now an alarm. "Code Red. Deck Four, Section Four. Code Red. Deck Four, Section Four. Life forms detected. Initiating fire suppression routine Beta." Water began to pour like sprinklers over the three youths and their breakfasts.

An already drenched Noah, mouth open as water swept down his face in rivulets, turned to Sheldon. "We forgot the subroutines for-for". He shrugged in exasperation. "Something!!"

Sheldon looked at the twisted, smoking hulk with mouth agape and eyes aghast. Not two minutes earlier, they'd been zeroing in on potentially showing a workable prototype to F'Rar soon. But now...not so much, it seemed. "At least it gives me a chance to redesign the battery cradle. It never did quite sit right, actually." This, of course, said through a grimace of embarrassment and regret.

Khrys stood under the steady stream of water, letting it cascade over his bare skin, glistening along the ridges of his lean frame. “Well,” he called out with a grin, “at least I won’t need a sonic shower after this!” He chuckled, running his hands across his abs in an exaggerated fashion before lifting one arm to playfully scrub his armpit. The move was theatrical, deliberately silly, and his easy laughter echoed off the tiled walls of the shared shower room. With a quick shake of his head, he sent a few thick droplets flying from his tousled Betazoid hair.

“This,” he said, gesturing broadly to the room, the water, and his roommates, “reminds me of the communal baths in Rixx, my hometown back on Betazed. The water, the company... the sense of connection.” His voice softened for a moment with fondness. “I’ll have to show you both the holoprogram sometime. It’s a full sensory recreation. Aromatics and everything.”

Ral casually clapped both Parsons and Balsam on the shoulder, his touch warm and friendly, the way close Betazoid families often showed affection. “This is definitely not the dull experience of my last cabin. You two are already a serious upgrade.”He grinned, running his fingers through his wet hair.

"Rixx? Didn't it have some kind of famous chalice or something?" Sheldon asked, cheeks rosy from the bashful secretion of blood into them at the affection and touch. Somewhere--in the backdoor corners of his mind--he one-sixth-remembered a Betazoid ambassador at an Academy reception wearing a gaudy wig even Debbie wouldn't be caught dead in. "But uh...the program sounds--"

Before he could say anything more, a sharp, insistent chirp cut through the air, the unmistakable tone of an emergency override. The door to their shared quarters hissed open with a mechanical groan, the red indicator above it still flashing. A team of Damage Control Specialists spilled into the room, all clad in standard-issue response gear and moving with quiet urgency. Their expressions were focused, purposeful. Behind them, two security officers entered, their hands resting casually near their sidearms.

"...delightful," Sheldon finished, eyes going glassy. They were in trouble. So much trouble. Dread trickled down his neck and spine like someone had cracked an egg on the back of his head.

One of the security officers tilted his head in recognition at Noah specifically, but seemed to extend the patiently judgmental gaze to Parsons and then finally, with questioning newness, to Khrys. "Mr. Balsam. Mr. Parsons. I believe you in particular, Mr. Balsam, know the way to the security office?" The officer winced at the hole Noah had put in the ceiling and then stared at the pitiably sopping three. "Anyone hurt?"

A embarrassed Noah shook his head once. "No." He sighed and stepped toward the door as the Security officer waved him to follow.

To the damage control specialists, Parsons offered an embarrassed, "I'm sorry" as he and the others were being herded out of the quarters. Quarters which had only recently been almost entirely renovated due to the goo-baby mama incident... "You needn't do that," Shelly said, voice full of priss as he regarded the other security officer's "helpful" leading hand on the back of his elbow. Raising his arms rather similarly to a certain droid he'd cosplayed as in one of Noah's holodeck programs, the engineer trundle-huffed out into the hall and beyond.

A Post By:

Lieutenant JG Sheldon Parsons
Assistant Chief Engineer

Ensign Khrys Ral
Science Officer

Ensign Noah Balsam
Systems Specialist