The Haunting of 419 - II

 Episode Name:  The Haunting of 419 - II

   Written By:  Spider

         Cast:  Bright, Savarna and Spider.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Spider

     Aired On:  Sun Apr 18 23:26:57 2004

     Stardate:  54030.7

Time: Mon Mar 22 23:48:40 2004

Stardate: 53966.0

Savarna is seated at a terminal, a betta bowl next to her -- solidly lidded, to prevent objections from Laco -- as she enters figures and scowls at them. Bad numbers. Bad. Naughty. Or something like that. She's definitely involved in what she's doing, only occasionally glancing over to the red-finned fish swimming circles beside her.

"... circles, shushed the fear right.... " An indistinct voice rises and then slips down into nothingness, off in a far corner of the empty lab. Another rises up after a moment of silence, this one higher in pitch. "Fresh slips, sighed and... "

Savarna looks up at the first words, frown-of-concentration quickly becoming a frown-of-consternation. "Hello?" she calls, crisply. "Is there someone present? I am afraid I did not hear you come in..." Perhaps because the invisible people so rarely seem to use the door.

Nobody's there.

It's just a Bolian, her fish, and the disembodied voices.

"Fourty wide, lift off, autotram... " "We. The exile... sidle, swish."
Savarna glances to the fish. The fish, characteristic of his breed, isn't exactly talkative. "Lieutenant Shamash, is this some sort of 'hazing' ritual?" she asks, rising and moving towards the source of the voices. "I am not amused."
The fish begins to swim in erratic circles, shimmying in its bowl. The voices rise, a cacophony that rivals standing on the mall. Words are indistinct, but the ear keeps trying to pick them out, almost instinctively. Perhaps a syllable or three can be heard, but no more.

Savarna glances back to her terminal, automatically, and her eyes widen slightly as she sees that her fish is now doing the piscean triathalon. Looking towards the 'source' of the voices once more, she takes a few steps backwards, muttering, "Great Bird..." Time to go for the tricorder and try to figure out what in the world is going on. It's not quite the house saying 'get out', but it's close enough.

GAME: Savarna spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Savarna (claiming advantage) contests her Personal Equipment (Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Fails!

<CONTEST> Savarna (claiming advantage) contests her Personal Equipment (Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails!

<CONTEST> Savarna (claiming advantage) contests her Personal Equipment (Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Savarna (claiming advantage) contests her Physical Sciences (Physics) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails!

<CONTEST> Savarna (claiming advantage) contests her Physical Sciences (Physics) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

Savarna tilts her head, scowling at the wave-form as if daring it to do something that makes any sort of sense. This done, she taps her comm badge. "Lieutenant Laco?"

Savarna frowns as she fails to get an answer, and tries again, with a second tap.

Savarna taps her com badge. "Lieutenant JG Savarna to Lieutenant JG Bright."

Over Savarna's com badge, someone says, "Lieutenant JG Bright here."

Into her com badge, Savarna says, "Lieutenant Bright, I have an odd, excessively talkative wave-form here in Science Lab 1. For the record, I do not approve."

"... second thirsty fist... " And the voices fade again, and the fish settles, and the wave-form readings on the tricorder begin to die out.

Over Savarna's com badge, Bright says, "Ooh! Crank up the sensors - Birvax waves! I'll be right up!"

Into her com badge, Savarna says, "Doing so."

Savarna taps the appropriate buttons to lock in her readings and start to record the talkative wave-forms. Which get scowled at further.

Bright comes in from the central Labs area.

Bright has arrived.

Silence, now. The wave-forms are scattered, dissipating. The tricorder bleeps, blinks, loses track of them. Beep. Beepbeep. Nope. All gone.

Bright comes scuttling in, tricorder in hand and face flustered. Someone came here in a hurry.

Savarna looks over to the sound of the opening door, and informs Bright, "The annoying wave-forms have departed." Pause. "I was able to record them." A second pause, and then: "They annoyed my fish."

Bright blinks, adjusting speed and course to head over to Savarna. "Ooh, a a recording - that should be helpful. And your poor fish! Are they alright?"

Savarna indicates a fishbowl near one of the terminals -- solidly lidded, of course -- in which a single red betta circles. "Singular, and I do not know; I have not scanned him yet." She offers Bright the tricorder. "I am unamused. Birvax waves are a regularity around here?"

Bright shakes her head. "Oh, no. Not that I know of. They've been showing up of late, though. I had Ensign Fischer working on it, but I don't think she's come up with anything..." She takes the tricorder, studying it with interest.

Savarna shakes her head. "I don't believe I have ever had a lab start spontaniously conversing with me before. Not unless I had had _far_ less sleep than is currently the case.":