Episode Report Card Keckler: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT The Naked Then
By Keckler | Season 2 | Episode 9 | Aired on 11.19.2002
Sickbay. Phlox scans crewmen and asks Mayweatherbeaten how he's feeling. "A little tired, but the headache's gone -- what did you do?" Mayweatherbeaten asks. Doesn't he remember the hypo-happy doctor? "Very little, fortunately -- you're free to go," Phlox tells him. Quantum limps in with T'Pol and gets the rundown on how the crew is doing. "I appreciate your intervening [he gestures at his neck area], uh, before I got any further with Mr. Mayweather's procedure," Phlox tells T'Pol, while Quantum looks confused. T'Pol says she wasn't sure "it" would work on a Denobulan. Phlox says it was very effective. "Wh-what procedure on Mr. Mayweather?" Quantum asks, furrowing as hard as his little brow can. "The radiation affected my nervous system rather severely," Phlox clears his throat, and says that Quantum will get his full report.
Quantum's Quarters. Reed enters, hands behind his back -- all soldier-boy-like -- and presents himself for his Captain's inspection. Or something. Quantum tells him that his security thingy went off when they were navigating the asteroid field. "I heard, sir. I've already deactivated the new protocols," Reed says stoically but sheepishly. Quantum tells him he should reactivate them, as the weapons came on just in the nick of time and Quantum would like to make it standard procedure. Reed is quietly triumphant. As Quantum leaves, he tells Reed, "You still need to work on that alarm." Reed agrees, and goes off to order several tubes of Raspberry Razzle-Dazzle to celebrate his success.
Bridge. Trip is futzing with Quantum's chair, but steps back when Quantum steps into view. "Doesn't look any different to me," Quantum comments. Trip invites him to give it a try. Quantum sits. "Hm. It feels better. What did you do?" He's not really acting like it feels better. I'm beginning to think that chair is the source of all his bad acting ability. Trip tells him to cross his legs. Quantum awkwardly forces his legs in a girly cross and wriggles a bit: "Whaja do? Seems totally different." "I lowered it by one centimeter," Trip tells him. Quantum chuckles nervously: "That's all?" Trip nods. "Didn't have time to install the new status displays or the inertial micro-dampeners, but if you give me a couple days..." Quantum tells him it won't be necessary. "How about I jest attach the cup-holder?" Trip pleads. "Heh -- they're all playing a big joke on Trip and they didn't give him the OCD-iosis antidote," Mathra sniggers. Quantum tells him that the cup-holder's not necessary, so Trip shrugs and walks off the Bridge. He pauses in the turbo-lift to give Quantum the thumbs-up. Quantum returns it. Don't really know what that was all about. Don't want to know, either. Trip leaves. Quantum shifts around in his chair some more, trying to get comfortable, then finally gets up. I'm telling you, it's got nothing to do with the chair -- he needs Tuck's Medicated Pads. Quantum hunches over T'Pol with his e-pad and whispers, "How's this sound?" T'Pol gives him a look.