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Those of you who saw the other thread already know how this works, but I'll explain again for those who didn't see that.

Basically, every month I'll toss a new word out there, and whoever is interested writes a Trip/T'Pol fic inspired by that word and posts it to that month's thread. You do not need to use the actual word in the fic. Your response should be as short or as long as needed to develop your idea--there are no minimums or maximums.

Mostly, just let your mind go and have fun with it!

Your word, should you choose to accept it, is...


INTOXICATION

Have fun!

*snicker* Lordy. I wish I had time for this one. It's definitely got potential.

You've got all the time in the world! At my place, we have a "never too late" policy, for those who, for whatever reason, get struck with inspiration later on. Maybe they just joined, or maybe they were just too busy before, you know? I just toss out a new one monthly so that the people who already did it don't get bored.

So, as long as it works for everyone else here, I say take your time, better late than never! I'd love to see where your mind takes you.

INTOXICATION, have you said?
Mhhh...

Just wrote this out the top of my head. Un-beta-ed. Very simple. And my inspiration comes from the lovely story First Sight, so I am not very original. On many levels.

More then any time in her live, she tried very hard to look as rigid as possible. As Vulcan as possible. She ignored the knot in her stomach and tried to focus. Then she opened the door.
Even more then in the hall way, the Capitains cabin was filled with smell. The most dominant one was the Captains. She smelled the usual smell of a human male, together with with smell of transparation and after-shave. By fact, his smell had a lot of those substances. His sweating was a signal that he was very nervous as well. Some how it made her feel more comfortable. "Sub-commander T'pol, reporting for duty", she said. At that moment she became aware of a second smell. A blond men, sitting next to Archer. It was the smell of plasma, metal, papaya, mango, something spicy, something with sugar. It gave her the impression of strenght, combined with charme. The smell was rather...fascinating. When she reviewed this events afterwards, she felt relieved that the next smell stopped her from thinking. A horrible smell entered her nose, something hairy, not human, with a vague smell of cheese.
She couldn't help herself that her nose moved in disquist. "O, I forgot, Vulcan females have a very accurate smell", Archer said, while the smelly pet of the captain tried to make friends with her. "Good that I have taken a shower this morning", commander Tucker replied. A shower with papaya and mango shower gel not doubt, she thought, making her way to leave the cabin and all his smells, especially the really intoxiating one.

"papaya and mango douche creme"? Are we talking shower gel or soft soap of some kind?

Overheard While Waiting for the Elevator
(Which seems to be stuck on the deck above)

"Commander Tucker! Why are you lying on the floor of the turbolift?'
(Mumbling and groans...then a sniffing noise)
"What is that smell?"
"Uhhh...scotch, vodka, beer..."
"Commander Tucker! You are intoxicated! Explain!"
"I got Dear John letter, Subcommander."
"I do not understand. Your name is Charles, is it not?"
"My girlfriend broke up with me by subspace mail, dammit!"
"And for this reason you have..."
"It's guy thing. You wouldn't understand."
(Sudden retching, and some splats)
"This is unsanitary, disgusting, and distrssingly pungent. Get up at once and exit the lift. I will escort you to Sick Bay. Perhaps Dr. Phlox has some dubious creature to ameliorate your condition."
(Again groans. Was that a whimper?)
"Excessive comsumption of ethanol is a serious health risk for your species. Rise at once or I will carry you myself."
"Yer all heart, T'Pol."

(Door closes and elevator descends, but nobody wants to use it.)

These above are very good!
And now... my attempt!

Ah, T'Pol! My heart beats with professional and friendly delight.
What do you mean, Doc?
I'm very pleased to tell you that no longer there's your addiction.
Am I...?
Yes! You are healed!
Addiction is not a disease.
Anyway it's so. Henceforth, you will be able to do without those small doses of trellium.
Very well, Doc.
T'Pol?
Yes, Doctor?
You don't sound too much glad.
I'm glad, doctor, but...
But?
It will be... it will be very difficult to control my... my intoxication without trellium.
I... INTOXICATION, T'Pol?
Y... yes.
But... but, T'Pol! I can understand trellium! But liqueur!?!
I DON'T USE LIQUEUR, DOC!

[quote="evcake"]"papaya and mango douche creme"? Are we talking shower gel or soft soap of some kind? quote]


Of course it is shower gel/soft soap.... My only excuse is that I looked at my own shower gel, had a quick look at all the languages (EU!) and then my daughter asked my to feed her toydog. Really! (That and T'pol speaks a lot of languages and she would never end up washing her hair with washing softner instead of shampoo and looking like Bob Marley, like I did, because I could not read the language of the country I was travelling. )

panyasan, I enjoyed your little piece.

Wow, what a lovely thing to come home to, to see this thread all lit up with these new pieces posted!

These were all enjoyable reads and, as I hoped, very different from each other!

evcake--I am so amused that you "went there!"

Okay, staggering off to finish my own...

Okay, I don't normally post anything unbetaed, but I figured this was meant to be kinda screwed up and maybe a little silly, so I wasn't going to get too bent out of shape about it.

Constructive feedback is always welcome.



The Drunk Dial
By Aquarius

MAIN CHARACTERS: Trip/T'Pol.

SETTING/GENRE: Sometime after T'Pol and Trip take a break so T'Pol can "find herself" in Season Four. Very AU, and very ridiculous. ;-p

RATING: PG-13, for profanity, adult situations, and suggestive song lyrics. (Don't ask.)

SUMMARY: It's shore leave. Trip's friends take him out to cruise chicks and drink beer so he can forget about how heartbroken and frustrated he is over T'Pol; T'Pol comes in from her evening of doing Vulcan stuff and checks her messages before bed.

DISCLAIMER: Paramount owns the characters and situations this story is based on. What I've done with them, however, belongs to me and me alone. This is a labor of love; nobody made any money from this—who in their right mind would pay to read it any way???




Commander T'Pol's message center:


*BEEP!*

YOU HAVE SEVENTEEN NEW MESSAGES

FIRST UNHEARD MESSAGE: FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 21. 2154, 11:43 PM

"Uh, hi, T'Pol. It's me, Trip. Uh…whatcha doin'? Uh, listen, I know we haven't talked in a while, but me an' the guys are down at the 602 Club, an' I was thinkin', you know…well, uh, maybe you'd wanna come down if you're not busy? Uh…okay, bye."

*click*

*BEEP!*

SECOND UNHEARD MESSAGE: FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 2154. 11:49 PM

"Yeah, hi, T'Pol. It's Trip again. Listen, sorry 'bout that last message. Uh, maybe it was a bad idea sooooooo…forget the whole thing. Never mind. But, you know, go ahead and gimme a call…if you wanna. Bye."

*click*

*BEEP!*

THIRD UNHEARD MESSAGE: FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 2154. 11:57 PM

"T'Pol? It's Trip. I know I jus' called but I was wunnerin' if you got mah message yet? About that last one…yeah, sorry, I didn't wanna make it soun' like I don't wanna see ya…'cause I do wanna see ya. But, like, only if you wanna see me, okay? So, uh, go ahead and gimme a call or sumpin', okay? Bye."

*click*

*BEEP!*

FOURTH UNHEARD MESSAGE: SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 2154 12:05 AM

"Hey, Trip again. Uh, look, the guys are sayin' sumpin' 'bout leavin' soon an' goin' to the Bloated Goat or some crazy shit instead. I dunno. Any way, we're gonna be here anudder half hour, so…gimme a call, or show up. Bye."

*click*

*BEEP!*

FIFTH UNHEARD MESSAGE: SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 2154 12:16 AM

"Hey, you're not really there, blowin' me off, are ya? The guys jus' ditched me while I was in the john. Malcolm's all pissed at me 'cause he says I won't shut the hell up 'bout ya. Whatever. 'Kay. Keepin' a bar stool warm for ya."

*click*

*BEEP!*

SIXTH UNHEARD MESSAGE: SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 2154, 12:21 AM

"T'Pol!! They got karara….krokie…karaoke in here! Sheck it out!!

When Ah lose mahself
Ah wan' you ta fin' me
When Ah f'rget mahself
Ah wan' you to re-miiiiiiiin' me

Ooooooooooooooooh—
Ah don' wan' anybody else!
When Ah think aboutchu
Ah touch mahself!
AH TOUCH MAHSELF!"

*click*

*BEEP!*

SEVENTH UNHEARD MESSAGE: SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 2154, 12:31 AM

(*rustle..rustle..rustle…..hiss…rustle…skitter…*) (muffled) "SONOFABITCH!"

*click*

*BEEP!*

EIGHTH UNHEARD MESSAGE: SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 2154, 12:33 AM

"Commander T'Pol, this is your lucky day! The Arthur Murray School Of Dance has selected you to win ten free bossa nova lessons! There's no obligation—simply press or say 'one' and we'll get the enrollment process started right away!"

*click*

*BEEP!*

NINTH UNHEARD MESSAGE, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 2154, 12:39 AM

"T'Pol? You there? Ah know yer still up! Ah know itsh late, but how 'bout a little neuropreshure? For old timesshake? Whaddya shay, babe? C'mon…Ah'll be right o'er an' Ah'll show ya my sexy dance again…we'll get all nekkid, an'...WHERE'S THAT WAIDRESS WID MAH BEER?!?!"

*click*

*BEEP!*

TENTH UNHERARD MESSAGE: SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 2154, 12:47 AM

"Am Ah fallin' outta dis chair…?"

*click*

*BEEP!*

ELEVENTH UNHEARD MESSAGE: SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 22. 2154. 12:53 AM

(unrestrained sobbing) "T'Pol, baby, come baaaaaaaack! PLEEEEEEEEZE!! Ah can' hannle dis anymore! Ah NEEEEEEEED you!! Ah…Ah…" (pause) "WHAT. KIND. OF. SEXSHUAL. FAVOR. DOES. A. GUY. HAFTA. DO. TO. GET. A. NUDDER. BEER. IN. HERE?!?!"

*click*

*BEEP!*

TWELFTH UNHEARD MESSAGE: SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 2154, 1:01 AM

(*flush*) "Aw, shee-it…not again!"

*click*

*BEEP!*

THIRTEENTH UNHEARD MESSAGE: SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 2154, 1:15 AM

"Hi, T'Pol. It's Jon. Ah, we were actually wondering if you've seen Trip? He was supposed to meet us at the Bloated Goat almost an hour ago and he hasn't shown up yet. No big deal, I guess. Any way, if you get this message and you're still up, maybe we could get together and—"

*click*

*BEEP!*

FOURTEENTH UNHEARD MESSAGE, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 2154. 1:17 AM

"Baby, pick up, pleeeeeeeze!! T'Pol? AH'M IN HELLLLLLLLL!! Ah don' unnerstan'…Ah thought everythin' was gonna be okay when ya got yer annumulin…ammuln…allunm…aluminum…divorce fr'm that jackhole Koss, an'--"

*click*

*BEEP!"

FIFTEENTH UNHEARD MESSAGE, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 2154, 1:28 AM

(silence)

*click*

*BEEP!*

SIXTEENTH UNHEARD MESSAGE, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 2154, 1:29 AM

(silence)

*click*

*BEEP!*

SEVENTEETH UNHEARD MESSAGE, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 2154, 2:07 AM

"Uh, hi, T'Pol? Uh, it's Trip…Ah'm at the po-lice station, an' Ah was wunnerin if you could come get me? An' bring bail money? Ah really screwed up, an' Ah'm sorry. Oh, an' don' tell Jon. He'll kill me. Uh…thanks."

*click*

*BEEP!*

END OF MESSAGES


* * *

T'Pol closed her eyes and drew a deep, resigned breath. The last few minutes had been tumultuous…chaotic...excruciating. She did her best to quiet her mind and find her center.

Eyeing her coat in its resting place, she knew she faced a decision:

To purchase the coffee and aspirin before she collected Trip from the detoxification cell, or after?

It was already going to be a long day…



END

Oh, holy Hannah!!!! That is absolutely FANTASTIC!!!!!

Eian

Marvelous.

Asso wrote:panyasan, I enjoyed your little piece.

Thank you! (Mille grazie)