Innocent Inquiries

 Episode Name:  Innocent Inquiries

   Written By:  Spider

         Cast:  Evanginor, Spider and Takamura.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Spider

     Aired On:  Wed Jul 21 04:14:36 2004

     Stardate:  54254.3

Time: Wed Jul 21 03:26:08 2004

Stardate: 54254.2

The bulkily-dressed Orion has been maneuvered -- under guard and with considerably less difficulty than previously -- to the infirmary. Along the way, he smiles at the ladies and nods to the men. Genteel Orion type, he is.

Takamura has led the the security detachment and motions for the Orion to lie down on a biobed as he gets help from some of the medical staff. He briefs them on the patient's condition, then stands next to the bed. "Don't worry, Mr. Evanginor, we'll make sure to give you the finest medical care. You have several lacerations and a few broken ribs. In order for us to treat you properly, you will need to remove the metal object strapped to your chest."

Evanginor blinks at Takamura, smiling complacently. "Certainly. Family heirloom. You understand. Had to preserve it." He slides his arms into his shirt, and, much like a woman removing a bra, loosens the object from his chest while it's inside the shirt. The shirt comes off with the object already wrapped inside it, and he folds both across his lap, both hands over it.

. o O Evanginor thinks "Black on black, are we?"

Takamura smiles as the Orion complies. The medical staff begin their ministrations as the RRT officer observes. Quirking a brow, he inquires, "What kind of family heirloom? I have several heirlooms myself."

"Nothing with explicable intrinsic value, I'm afraid," Evanginor replies smoothly, holding quite still as his ribs are reknitted by nifty beam-shooting device. Ahh, Trek Medicine. "And nothing I'm particularly in the mood to discuss, my apologies, Lieutenant Takamura."

Takamura bows his head slightly with curious expression. "Very well. I can understand considering the circumstances. Though, I am surprised that you know my name."

<CONTEST> Takamura contests his Intellect (Logic) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

Evanginor raises one eyebrow very slowly, and looks Takamura up and down, from his black boots to his black hair and the black uniform in between. "You are?" A slow smile, easy, unconcerned, and feline.

Takamura nods slowly. "Yes. I never introduced myself to you and never met you before today."

"I know an awful lot of things, Lieutenant," replies Minos in that same lackadaisical tone he's been using up until now. "I know that I need some rest, for instance." He lies back on the biobed, crosses his feet at the ankles and folds his shirt up, propping it, and the object within, beneath his head. "Goodnight, Hiroshi Takamura. Kiss your son goodnight for me."

GAME: Takamura spends a courage point.

Takamura studies the man with a neutral expression, his lips forming a thin line. After another brief nod, the Japanese man in black replies, "Good night, Mr. Evanginor. Enjoy your rest." He then turns on his heel and heads for the doors.

Minos Evanginor smiles a little to himself, folding his hands together over his stomach as if he were lounging on silk pillows in the midst of a throng of sycophantic harem girls, and not preparing to sleep in a Starfleet Infirmary's biobed.