Star Trek: Starbase 777

Having only just begun her shift, Jayselle was on her way from A to B, hands clasped together in front of her neatly while she waited to arrive at her destination.

Senang entered the turbolift, fiddling with the sleeve of his blouse, whispering and hissing to himself. "The moon is when the clear of sun, might seem. Visit was the star, but haste, haste! They sing sadly and cannot be saved," he muttered under his breath, bouncing from leg to leg, as if barely restraining himself from something.

As the newcomer entered the lift Jayselle offered a polite, well trained smile and a nod, remaining in place to one side. Listening as the Commander whispered something to themself, she couldn't help but wonder just what the heck they were on about. Still, it wasn't her place to comment or probe.

"Make what is real, not real, unreal, the sense of what is coming and what has been. Haste, make haste, dry the tears and drench the masses," Senang continued muttering, unabated by the presence of another. In fact, she was staring at Jayselle, intently, as if she were talking to her... but she wasn't speaking loud enough for it to be at her directly, moreso just in her direction. The fiddling with the sleeves got worse, until the fabric was unraveling just slightly.

Starting to feel quite unnerved by whatever it was the Commander was doing, Jayselle, not wanting to show such a feeling on her face, instead opted to probe. "Commander, if I may, are you feeling well?"

The response seemed to prompt Senang to move closer, the connection reciprocated, so they advanced. "No sense in preserving the lost when the losing are persevering..." There was very clearly something wrong with them, they were speaking full sentences but they had no context or clues. "Apologies for the deception, but I wanted to make sure you were paying attention." And with that, unravelled threads stuck under their nails, they reached out to grab Jayselle's shoulders, continuing to mutter nonsense.

As her shoulder was touched, physical contact by strangers having been gotten used to within the first year of being at the Academy, Jayselle really wasn't sure what was going on... Until the announcements all rang out. "Oh... Perhaps we should get you to the medical bay." (edited)

"The bay, the wind, they see the breeze and sing the sun," Senang agreed, squeezing Jayselle's shoulder before ripping his hands off of her like he'd been burned.

The more Senang spoke the more Jayselle felt... Befuddled, to say the least. What were they on about? "I think we'll go to medical bay. Computer, redirect turbolift to medical bay." They instructed, a twinge of a headache coming on as they spoke.

On to the med bay. The officer took in a breath as he went. He couldn’t decide what had felt worse, the headache from those parasites or the concussion he’d earned from a certain Hirogen throwing him. He’d thought he wouldn’t need a football helmet anymore…

On to the entertainment complex. And hopefully, on to some backup. This Maria Carter better have a good excuse.

“Entertainment Complex, please.”