SD 12/13/03 - "Welcome to Risa #2" aka "Whip it Good!" Looks like Lera's choice of attire has finally backfired on her.

While Lera and I were going down the road in the cab, we were at the beach when we noticed the "sparklies" of someone beaming down, and all of a sudden a mass of feathers fell upon us! - T'Kee. The cab driver, surprised, went out of control, and we crashed into a dune beside the road. I ended up in a refuse can with rotten banana peels in my mouth.

Melvin Orlan saw us and joined us, but someone else ran up too, one of the local movie directors. He acted like he recognized her, grabbed her by the hand, and dragged her off. His building was close by, so he was in before we could catch up to him, and came a "FILMING IN PROGRESS" sign. Melvin broke down the door, and barged into a cameraman. We found Lera covered with welts! T'kee lost her temper and went after the director, and gave him a massive wedgie as Orlan beat him like a pinata. Then T'kee got a roll of duck tape, ripped off the neer-do-well's clothes, and proceded to wrap him up with it. "Hold still, this won't hurt me a bit." Heh, great line.

Then out of nowhere, a whip came out of nowhere, floating in the air, and struck Lera in the behind. Grabbing it, we found it was electronic and programed to strike a certain target - in this case Lera. We programmed it to get the director, and we left him getting what he was giving Lera, filmed by one of his cameras too.

I'll never understand why people watch those kinds of movies, or what they get out of them. Then again, I don't think I want to know.

T'kee began complaining of heat. We at fist thought it was over-exertion from the running and the wrestling. Then she collapsed! I heard a noise coming from her belt, and found a heating unit! From her ramblings, it was apparent she had intended to beam down to a ski lodge, but the transporter malfunctioned again. I got rid of it, and we took T'Kee to cool off in the water.

When we came back, we noticed someone talking to Lera, who looked a bit sleazy and whose toung hung out in a disturbing manner. He was clearly interesed in Lera, calling her "S'Rall" for whatever reason. Orlan tricked him into going away, and Lera rewarded him with a kiss.

Heh, looks like she's found someone else to chase around.

NARRATIVE: Dammers and the catgirls help dig out the people at the ski lodge their snowball burried. But one Starfleet commodore at the mention of the "Freedom's" name panics and runs, "The Freedom is in orbit! Run for your lives!" It soon calms down to a quiet rest by the fire.


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