Log:Kare Kun Is Watching You

Kare Kun Is Watching You

OOC Date: March 16, 2019
Location: RAF Renegade
Participants: Callax Delso, Ektor, Karé Kun, Miri Sakir, Tallissan Lintra

One of the Resistance junior doctors is waiting for Kare in an examination room, after a brief wait at the desk. He is reviewing a datapad as she enters. Glancing up, the young man- probably barely twenty, greets, "Lieutenant Kun, thank you for coming. Have a seat, make yourself comfortable," he invites, glancing back to the datapad. "I see you've recently returned to duty with... Black Squadron?" He nods and glances back up to her. "As it's been some time, Doctor Zavir-" he pauses and corrects, "That is, Doctor Yavok.. has ordered a routine psychological evaluation."

Kare is still in her pee-tee gear from the morning spar with Snap and so when she enters its looking a bit tired and in need of a change. Approaching the desk she gives her name and then tilts her head. "I routine...exam.." Kare seems a bit confused as to why but then gives nod with a quick sigh, "Very well," she accepts with a critical look over him before she motions to the chairs nearby. "Take a seat and wait?" She queries before she shifts her gym bag on her shoulder and slides it free as if she might tuck it beneath her seat.

The young doctor taps into his datapad, and inquires, reading off his written script, "How would you describe your own state of mental health? Have you experienced any incidents of depression, memory loss, cranial trauma or fits of rage in the past month?"

Oh they are doing this right /now/. Caught off-guard momentarily she settles into the seat and crosses her ankles as she sits forward and considers the question. Kare gives a shake of her head, "No. I have not." A simple answer but then her hand are resting on her lap, not sure what exactly to do with them. She bobs her lower foot on the ground sending the other leg into motion as it rests curled around the other.

"And how would you describe your present state of mental health?" the doctor reminds her of the first question, tapping her negative response the the listed queries into the device. He reads something that prompts him to look back up and abruptly force a smile, before looking promptly back down.

Kare shifts in her seat, breaking the idle movement for a second and then it starts up again. The question gets a nod but before she can respond she eyes him and that smile that seems oddly placed. Kare does not question it however, just gives the Doctor a curious look. "I would say I am stable and without concern of a burnout. The stress of our job is within acceptable limits. Is that a good enough answer?" She asks in turn.

"It is if you *feel* it is a good enough answer, Lieutenant," the doctor responds, tapping further into the datapad. "How would you describe your professional relationships with your squadmates, with command, and with the deck crew, Lieutenant?"

The response gets another raised brow and then her hand lifts to rub at her neck. Kare offers a smile in kind at the question. "I have a good working relationship with all, I do believe There of course different views on matters but that does not figure in. I would consider that my professional relationships are solid and without question." She bobs that foot, as if she dislikes remaining still for overly long. The movement seems to be part of her, a natural instinct.

"Quote, solid and without question," the doctor murmurs as he continues tapping away at the datapad." He notes the bouncing foot and offers, "Try to relax, please." A fresh breath, "Where would you say your own greatest areas for improvement lie?"

Kare presses her hand to her knee and unfolds her ankles to set her feet flat on the floor. "I am relaxed, just habit." The pilot however does try to pay mind to her response to stillness. She rolls her shoulders back and crosses her forearms loosely over her thighs. "I would say that would be in taking personal time for myself. Prioritizing more general training than flight training." She considers a moment and then nods, thinking that sounds about right for her.

A look of dawning understanding is visible on the young man's face at that answer. "Would you say that you tend to carry duty into your personal time?" A short nod and he enters more into the pad, calling up a stored file. "These are not uncommon challenges for highly motivated personnel on high alert, Lieutenant. That concludes this portion of your evaluation, now when you are prepared, please accompany me to your quarters for a cursory inspection. If you wish, one of the ship's security officers can accompany the inspection."

"Yes I suppose that would be an accurate assessment, sir," Kare says easily enough. Her head tilts and she hesitates when he mentions a bunk inspection. "I do not normally sleep there but sure, of course and no need for security to come along. I could not think why they would need to." She pushes up from her seat, reaching down to pull up her bag and settles it to her shoulder with a sway of it bumping against her back. "I will follow your lead if you wish?"

The Doctor nods once. "Then the inspection will be especially brief, I expect," the doctor notes, simply. A nod. "Very well, Lieutenant."

---CREW BUNKS---

A young Resistance doctor (20 years old if he's lucky) is walking alongside Kare from the frigate's central passage, toward a little used door leading into the bunk assigned to LTJG Kun. The doctor steps aside to let the Lieutenant open the hatch. "A cursory inspection should only take a few minutes, and then this review will be concluded, Lt. Kun."

Miri Sakir happens to be casually hanging out in the hallway nearby, scrolling through something on her datapad. Nothing to see here. Nothing at all.

The gym bag on her shoulder sways as they walk and the Lieutenant looks like she's fresh out of the training room with her short blond hair tousled and still a little damp. "Like I said I don't always use this one," she expresses. "Should be very little by the means of anything to look at." She sets her bag down and without really much fanfare or any hesitation Kun pulls that hatch open so that he can get a look inside. "Doctor.." she offers and steps back, waiting really for everything to conclude so she can get out of her stinky pee-tee gear.

The doctor voices a quiet thanks, and moves to enter the bunk. He pauses in the doorway, murmuring with confusion writ clear on his face. "...what the Hell?"

The two bunks are prepared in militarily correct manner, and the floor is meticulously clean. The back wall, however..

The entire back wall of the bunk looks like the work of a lunatic's fever dream. Names and pictures of the Black Squadron pilots are secured to the wall by adhesive or magnetic tacks, with threads of yarn connecting each pilot to various others in some incomprehensible purpose. Each portrait has a name and itemized list underneath it, in manic handwriting.

As for Callax, who has somehow slipped down the hall like a particularly lanky, pale cat, this is ...well. It's a thing. A look is shot to Miri as he leans against the wall nearby, simply observing.

When the El-Tee's bunk is opened, Miri puts her datapad away and peers in. "Holy rekking shavit, Joy. Is that... is that /hair/?" Her green eyes go wide, her jaw drops.

Kare is offering Miri a faint smile as she waits, rocking back and forth on her heels in that need to keep moving. Staying still is not really her forte so that when the 'what the hell' is heard she looks just as confused by the reaction and follows her natural rock to the balls of her feet. Forward goes Kare and she rounds he door to the hatch to look past the Doctor, having to lean given her height to see around him.

"What in the kriffin hell is that?" Dark eyes widen and she stares at the array of crazy at the back of her bunk. Swearing is also not her forte but she makes an exception just this once. "Doctor I am not sure what to say..except...." Her head turns and she starts searching those gathered for someone in particular. Miri's reaction gets a "Your guess is as good as mine...."

The doctor peers at the wall arrangement in confusion, taking several steps closer to (reluctantly) read some of the scribbles..

"Oh, la," Callax murmurs, "She certainly seems to have gotten our numbers, hasn't she? S'not a matter of if she gets us, but when."

Poe
-Picture of Poe, heart drawn around face, notes below:
-pretty curls (a lock of black hair is pinned next to this note)
-much pew pew, so dreamy
-jumps through windows, side effect of dealing with broken mirror? Brain injury?
-Last seen with accomplice: (picture of BB-8)

Jessika
-Excellent 'disappointed glare' (a photo of Jess making 'what is wrong with you?' face is pinned nearby) Must learn this power.
-Might be ensorcelled, only way to explain cloudy viewfinder (cracked glass?)
-NOTICE ME, CAPTAIN.

Snap
-so cute! Beard=trustworthy.
-gravitational pull could draw squadmates out of alignment?
-Excellent grooming habits, must use intact mirror regularly.
-Recon: so stealthy! How? Analyze tactical footwear. (a dirty men's sock is pinned next to this with a note reading 'Analyze?')

Tallie
-Tattoo is not regulation!
-Smells nice, what conditioner does she use? (Packet of women's hair product attached to the wall, with the note 'Analyze?' written on it)
-Guileless: she is like clear glass.
-fascination with long hair. Shave her head while she sleeps as experiment?

Karas
-Suspiciously happy
-No reprimands on file. Suspiciously well behaved. Need magnifying glass to inspect closer.
-????
-Suspicious.

Ektor
-A photo of Ektor has had devil horns drawn on it, with X X over the eyes.
-"Hi, I'm Ektor and everyone likes me for some stupid reason."
-Broken, broken, broken, broken.
-NaBOOM. Really? REALLY?
-Step 1: invent rank lower than FO3. Step 2: Demote him to it.

Miri
-Owns an irrational number of swords (crude sketch of a sword, with a question mark)
-Called a wolf for some reason. Of Shistavanian descent?
-Prefers old models to superior modern ships. Cracked?
-Possibly drunk at all times.

Fiora
-Flies an E-wing… WHY DOES SHE HATE THE LETTER X??
-No Xs in her name. Though no Es either. Inconclusive.
-Green eyes: two Es in GREEN. Coincidence?? Green glass?
-Need to get to know her better, she seems nice. Other than the X-hate.

Callax
-Clearly has a mirror fixation
-(Hah, 'clearly'. 'Mirror' fixation. I'm hilarious)
-((See, because a mirror is glass, and glass is clear))
-(((Shut up, I- Kare Kun- am hilarious)))

Elrych
-Can never tell if he's listening. Or what music he listens to.
-It’s probably awful kid music. I'm not this old, WHY DO I FEEL SO OLD?
-Wears opaque glass over eyes. UNTRUSTWORTHY.
-Refuses to share laser sword. SUSPICIOUS.

Rey
-Jedi use lightsabers, which are powered by glass. Blue glass?
-Jedi lift deadweight with their minds.
-Can she get rid of Ektor that way?
-She would probably share her laser sword for a minute. Investigate further.

"Oh, come on, el-tee. I'm not drunk. Not right now, anyway," Miri protests, looking horribly offended.

"I only have sufficient interest in mirrors to be a good example to the uniform, Lieutenant," Callax opines, giving Kare the biggest girly pout. "I'm sorry if you feel that's too much."

As the Doctor leans in so does Kare, bracing herself at the entrance and begins to sweep her gaze over it. She breathes in and pinches the bridge of her nose, "Some of this is not wrong..." she remarks below her breath and exhales the rest of her way. There is a huffed laugh from her and then she stares at the sock and hair. "Is /everyone/ in on this. That can not be Snap's sock.." she rumbles out, but she can not help but start to smirk, then cough to try not to laugh.

She hazards a look towards the Doctor but then she is looking back and squints her eye. "What a novel idea, a rank lower." She is commenting faintly but then something catches her eye and it is all she can do not to laugh. It bubbles up and then Kare is pressing a hand to her stomach. "This is a disgusting overstep of personal space but most of those are /not/ wrong." COUGH "I mean, obviously this is a prank Doctor..." she can not keep her lips from ticking up despite schooling he face. She glances up at Callax and then touches a hand to her throat. "Oh Cadet, I do not think that."

The poor doctor just stares. "Are... are pilots always like this?" he asks in a tiny voice, shaking his head slowly. "I.. think I should get doctor Yavok to deal with this."

The poor young doctor gets a solemn nod. "Yes, doc. We are always like this," Miri says solemnly, then turns to Kare. "Listen, lady, the number of swords someone has is their /own/ business," she says, furrowing her brow.

"Are you certain, Lieutenant? I mean I know I spent a lot of time brushing my hair, but...should I cut it? I could wear a buzz, I suppose, or a short wilt, but I just..." Callax continues that sweet, stricken pout, and touches the long braid that spills over his shoulder as though it were a Twi'lek's head-tail. "I mean, I've been growing it from birth, and it's all I have to remember my homeworld by..."

"Uhhh, no I do not think this is necessary," Kare begins, briefly sobering up as the young Doctor talks about getting Yavok. "It really is a prank, harmless..I hope." Though the comments she is getting from the other pilots has her straightening a little from Callax then to Miri she looks as she leans back out of the bunk a little. "No it's not but there is freedom to comment on it and really you do. Unless you are suddenly going to get more arms attached you could not possibly use all those. But we should take a look at them, I am curious what all you have." She admits. She does sigh again though and rubs at her neck.

"Yes, unfortunately we are...most of us. Where in the blazes is Tion. I suspect he had a good hand in this," she rumbles as she lifts her head and looks about again. Blinking at Callax' question her lips part as her hand lifts to her own hair unconsciously. "Course not, of course not, Cadet. You wear your hair any which way you like." Oh geez.

"Look at this, Tion. Joy's snapped," Miri says, gesturing to the bunk with a liiittle too much pomp and pride.

The doctor just.. gives up. He snaps a few datapad pictures, just to be safe, and tries to wade through the press of crazy pilots with a murmured series of "Excuse me,"s.

This wall of crazy has two pitfalls. 1) Medical is now actually questioning her sanity level. 2) Fellow pilots are now questioning her. She is busy trying to calm Callax and soothe him on her opinion which is /NOT/ her opinion of his mirror usage and length of hair when Tallie speaks up. "Sunshine, this is a prank. I did not write this," she makes a motion and Ektor's added presence causes her fingers to pinch her nose again. "Right, Tion..." she gives him a long suspicious look before she sees the Doctor snap a few pictures.

"WAIT!" She calls out and has to push her way through the crowd, sweaty and still in her Pee-tee gear to catch up with him. "Doctor this is a case of some pilots having some fun. That is not mine." She reassures him, her earlier amusement having fled in the face of possible repercussions.

Ektor receives a black look from Tallie, probably the blackest he has ever received from her and there have been plenty of opportunities for those. "Fingerprints. We will know in a snap who has had a lot of time on his hands." A thought occurs to her and the look slides into a lop-sided smile, "Okay, a prank. A strange one to be sure. I mean not everyone in the squadron knows I have a tattoo." Again her eyes shift towards Ektor, "Maybe you have an admirer, Kare, albeit a weird one."

"Yo, if I ever had an admirer who put this much effort into something, I'd marry them on the spot," Miri declares. There's a pair of latex gloves hanging out of the pocket of her BDUs.

Ektor looks blankly back at Tallie. "What?" he asks, plainly. "You look pissed and I got no idea why, no lie." Miri's quip about Joy finally snapping gets a knowing, "Ah. Knew it was only a matter of time, yeah? WHOA, hello," he declares upon eyeing the big wall of crazy. "That.. is one big wall of crazy." A crooked grin goes to Kare. "I knew you has it in you, Joy."

"But I just...I just..." He lets out a soft sigh, does Callax, and looks completely deflated at this point. So sad. So sweet. So pretty. So tragic. "...I suppose I /should/ cut it now, and be...be more of a m-man...and..."

"A prank, clearly," the Doctor repeats to Kare. "I'm not certain if it's a prank on you, or on *me*," he adds with a sniff, FINALLY slipping between the last few pilots and escaping into the corridor.

"WHAT?" Tallie who never raises her voice has spoken quite a few decibels louder than any of them have heard. "What?" She says, eyes darting to the others as shifts a little in embarrassment. "Your hair is beautiful, never let anyone tell you differently. Besides, who else can I...oh. Right. Fixation on long hair. Hmmmm." Color creeps up her face to the roots of her hair. Gesturing at Ektor, "It looks like something you would do but it's too intelligent...I mean." She catches sight of Miri's latex gloves and her brow furrows.

"Oh yes, yes that is exactly who I want to tie myself to, someone spewing crazy all over my bunk wall. Not with a ten foot pole," she remarks and folds her arm as the Doctor heads out with the idea that it was all at his expense. It might have partially been - who can say. Turning back around she stares at them all and then huffs out a breath. That gaze finally zeroes in at Tion as she slowly approaches him. "Figure it would be //you// to make me snap," she tilts her head towards the bunk as she smirks.

"You definitely had help, Sunshine is not wrong. It was good, Tion. But you wait." That sounds like a threat ..or perhaps a promise. She straightens up, "That being said this sort of prank could have HORRIBLY wrong." She walks over to snatch up her bag and glances to Callax and Tallie. "Do not cut if you can fly with it." She offers him and then shoulders her bag. "I am going to suspect that whoever put this up is going to take it down, but I would like to keep the lists. Oh.." she pauses and turns, "And the hair." That is all she says before she starts for the exit.

Ektor looks from Tallie to Kare as they suggest it to be his doing. "What, *me*?" he asks with a broad crooked smile. "Come on, it is incredibly obvious who is responsible for doing this to poor innocent little Joy," the Tionese pilot claims with a knowing shrug, making a finger gun at one photo on the wall of crazy: "It was OBVIOUSLY BB-8. I mean sure, he couldn't reach the high bit and lacks hands for writing, but that's just to cleverly throw us off the trail, yeah?" A sage nod follows. "Mystery solved!"

"Could have been the General," Miri points out helpfully. "Working together with BB-8. I think that makes perfect sense." She's grinning a little toooo wide.

"Or it could have been someone walking around with drekking latex gloves hanging out of their underwear. Miri?" Hands on her hips, shaking her head, "That took some time to put together, girl. Didn't know you cared so much! But leave Callax's hair out of it."

"Yo, I just had to clean the refresher. Check the duty roster. I'm not doing that with my actual hands. I touch people I like with these bad boys." Miri looks at her own hands, admiring them.

There is a shake of her head, noticing the gloves on Miri from afar with all the fuss. "Enjoy. Tion.." she points two fingers at her eyes and then turns those fingers back around and points them at him. Kare Kun is watching you! "Have a good day," she remarks back to them and slips out of the crew berthings. Now it's a matter of the waiting game on medical calling on her again or not.

Ektor observes, with clear amusement, "I dunno what New Guy's hair has to do with it. Looks like somebody already got a haircut-" he observes peering at the lock of black pinned next to Poe's picture. Kare gets a crooked smile, a wink, and the laziest two-fingered salute on Fleet record.