Ritsuko Akagi grimaced as she remenisced about the office party.
“Just sign here, Ma’am. And here. Here, and here. Just initial there, … and initial here to signify that you signed when you should have initialed. Thank you, Captain Kasauragi, Ma’am… Sir, Ma’am.”
It had started as a joke. Mostly. Intern O’Reilly had slide the spare processing forms under her nose while she was busy getting reacquainted with Jack Daniels. As usual, and as Doctor Akagi had bet, the Captain had signed without reading. “You really should watch what you sign,” she would have said after she presenting the forms to her red-faced colleague the next day and they all would have had a good laugh.
Just good clean harmless fun.
Then, instead, the Captain had had a wee bit too much and passed out in the ladies. Doctor Akagi had found her, and hauled her out. Processing chamber five had been a convenient place to dump her drunk arse friend to sleep it off. But as she was leaving, the Doctor remembered the forms and figured the joke could go a little further.
So she returned, stripped her friend down, then expertly strapped her into the chair before returning to the party. When Misato woke up the next morning, Ritsuko figured, she would wave the forms under her nose and play “mad scientist” too the hilt for a while.
It’d be a good laugh.
Only, Misato had started coming noisily too a little earlier than expected. By then Ritsuko had maybe had a little too much herself, because she had giggled over her glass of wine, waved the signed papers before a couple of nurses. She lead them back to into the chamber, sealed the soundproof door properly behind them, then they used the equipment on the protesting Captain.
Misato was drunk and lethargic and the quick hypno took hold easily enough.
Oh, it hadn’t been anything permanent. Proper processing took weeks, not minutes, but the Doctor knew that it would last just long enough. Long enough for her too lead “slave mitzy” back to the party and take a few embarrassing photos of her working as a bar hostess undressed in slave attire.
Then things had gotten blurred by alcohol.
Morning brought many changes and by the time the hangover mists gave way to the cold light of reality, Doctor Akagi wondered if maybe the prank had gone a little too far. Just a little. Maybe. for photographic evidence —very graphic and of “slave mitzy” vamping the boys from accounting, letting a few feel her up, giving a lap dance to a blushing O’Reilly, and so on …— had turned up on the bulletin board, but the Captain didn’t show up for work that day.
The lab’s staff, just a little shamefaced, figured it would be best to let her work the embarrassment out of her system and didn’t question it. But when she didn’t turn up by the end of the week they had to go looking for her. For a top secret research facility to loose a military advisor was a major embarrassment. For Ritsuko Akagi, finding her mixed among the latest trainees due to a clerical misfile was a potential career killer.
But, she had realised after she stopped panicking, that the Captain had signed the papers and they had been stamped and approved by the administrators with the same absent minded bureaucratic inattention to the routine. With the Captain’s military discharge and her own skill at processing, only a little cover-up was needed to save her job. The Doctor’s, that is, not the Captain’s.
Now that an opening presented itself to give “mitzy” a good home, Ritsuko was eager to tie up the loose ends. Plus, she had put a lot of effort into Misato’s reprocessing, so using her for the research project was a good return too.
(Posted Fri, 19 Jan 2007 02:58)
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