Cynthia Alighieri Corporal Medical Specialist USS Chimera "Nuts" = Corridor = Chimera "Stop that squirrel. Hey - Pinks - come back here. Hey you - watch where you're put that small foot of yours...and remind me not to say yes if you ever ask me out on a date. Pinks. Get back here, Pinks. I'm warning you." Heads turned as a rush of blond hair sped past at something that seemed quite near warp speed in the corridors of the Intrepid Class Starship. The object that the marine was chasing, however, seemed to be faster - a jet black squirrel gnawing at some secret treasure zipped ahead of the officer with unnatural speed. One might think it a bit odd to have such an animal for a pet but Cynthia Alighieri was not crazy - what would you do if you suddenly became convinced that you were being stalked by the little rodent like creatures? You'd adopt one to show the entire species your good will - and that is what our Amazon had done. She was finding house breaking the damn thing, however, a bit difficult.... "Fine," the young medic yelled pulling her slender arms on her knees in resignation, as the blob of fur disappeared into an air vent, "No more coffee beans for you. Ever." "Do you require assistance?" Cyn looked up at the non-descript Vulcan officer who had addressed her. "That depends - do you have a tranquilizer gun?" "I do not." "But you have pointed ears." "Yes. I am Vulcan. But that has nothing to do with anything." "You're sure?" "Yes. Of course." "Really, really, really?" "Well...yes." "Good for you. By the way - sexy ears." "I...well...thank you." With a huff of frusteration, Cyn folded her tapering legs underneath herself and sat down in the middle of the hall in a rather good approximation of a Buddha. "I do not think," the Vulcan said with some cautious hesitation, hovering over her, "That it is wise to sit down in the middle of the hall." "I'm tracking the furball." "You are?" "Yup," she replied with her understated British accent, "I'm psychic." An eyebrow was raised. "You are?" "No. Not really. I'm Betazoid - mostly. Trying to read the bloody nut's mind." "That must be an interesting experience...." "Not really. Pretty much the same as a human's brain. Sex, food, sleep, more sex, more, more, more, more.... And no - I won't let you do that to me...well not today." The Vulcan blushed and straighened indigantly, scowling at the pretty girl standing before him, "I have no idea what you're talking about." "I know. That's why I won't let you do that to me. Now...if you'll be so kind as to move out of my way...you're blocking the rodent's brainwaves." "Maybe you would like to see a doctor, Corporal?" "Oh - don't be silly. I'm fine - besides, I am a doctor. Vulcan person? You're looking a bit pale? Where are you going? You okay? Hello?" = End Log =