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  1. Welcome, it's great to have you with us. We have a few peeps from Texas. I'm sure you will love the Academy, it is so much fun.
  2. ((Holodeck One -Starbase 23)) :: Skirting past the bar, and the green tinged Beornan, Chase let Charlotte lead the way from Starbase 23’s Comet Club, through the corridors, and to the holodecks. Inputting the program code, Chase took Charlotte’s arm in a more friendly fashion, leading her through the door and onto the Parisian street. :: :: The holodeck doors shut behind them, the arc disappearing into the program. The sun sank low, trending to set in the near future out atop the glistening water. The warm air was sweet with an unburdensome humidity, and filled with the scents of the evening. The curved, metal lamp posts were beginning to flicker on one by one down the street, illuminating the old shops and stone streets. The smell of bread and pastries drifted out of a single unimpressive glass door, swung open, and from the outdoor seating where a few holographic couples already sat. :: :: The quiet conversation became part of the background noise as Chase led Charlotte into the cafe, sitting among the few other guests at one of the small, circular tables. as a tall, lean, suited Frenchman came to provide them instantly with spring water and freshly baked rolls with jam. The man left them, and Chase broke one of the rolls, sharing half with Charlotte before setting his own half on the small plate. :: Valaine: What do you think? :: His casual smile remained constant, and his blue eyes glinted in the lowering sunlight as he looked at her, hoping she was impressed by the scenery and atmosphere. He wondered if she would notice the other women in the cafe? They had been preprogrammed to throw a few subtle, but clearly jealous looking glances her way, as if they were catty for the more gorgeous woman who had shown up... and shown them up. :: DeBarres::Looking around taking in the surroundings:: She loved the place and felt right at home, with the smell of the warm fresh bread:: This place is great....::Taking a bit of the warm bread.:: Valaine: Order anything you like. You can’t go wrong here. DeBarres: How about some cheese? Any recommendations ? :: Feeling no pain, but not yet tipsy at all.:: Valaine: Absolutely. ::he waved down the Frenchman waiting the tables:: Bring us your samplers, and your Chateau d’Esclans, please. :: He didn’t say which ones, because he meant all of them. This ended up being three different platters, one of cheeses, and two others, small meat treats, and a plate of bite-sized treats, drizzled chocolates and sweet cakes. He took a piece of the cheese and smiled as he ate the bite sized offering, watching as Charlotte took her own. A tall, gold labeled wine bottle partnered with the treats. :: DeBarres: All this for little old me? :gesting at herself:: Valaine: Champaign? ::he poured the drink, which was bubbly and bright pink:: It’s sweet, not dry at all. DeBarres: Why thank you kind sir. ::taking a glass feeling like a bit of the princess in a fairy tale:: :: Pouring them both a full, tall glass, he lifted his own glass to meet hers ever so lightly. :: Valaine: To first times. DeBarres: To first times, : taking a sip of the wine. Which was good. Charolette wasn’t sure if she was doing this right. High society stuff wasn’t something that she had ever done. But it was nice :: ::Taking another sip, and feeling the bubbles go down. Putting the glass down. :: oO(DeBarrres) He doesn’t seem like a bad sort...interesting tattoo there on the side of his face. …..Beornan Oo ::Mentally tossing the thought out of her head:: DeBarres : So, tell me about yourself.....that or I will have to look it up in the security database. ::Not that she have ever done that, but she had looked up a number of men to see their service records.:: Valiane: Oh, but mine is an interesting read. You should see my list of reprimands. DeBarres ::giggling :: Really? Come on....you are pulling my leg... Valiane: Nothing terrible. Just a bunch of “superiors” telling me to stop doing this, don’t do that. ::he waved it off:: Then they get all fussy when I do them anyway, even if it doesn’t impact my work. ::he paused, wanting to get off the subject:: What are your plans for the future? What would you like to do? DeBarres: Well, I have designed a anti energy torpedo. One of these days I will get old rock head to get a test firing of it. :smiling: Valiane: Mmm, Mr. Eerie. He’s a rather stuffy one, in my short experience. DeBarres: He kinds of grows on you like moss, on a rock ::laughing:: But really he is OK. We have a great doctor on board...in fact, I like, like pretty much everyone on board. Valaine: I’m sure I’ll come to like them all just as well. Even our gloriously sturdy Security Chief has to crack a smile eventually. :: A light laugh escaped him at the mental image of Eeries rocky face literally cracking on an attempt to smile. What a gloriously solid hide, that one had. :: DeBarres::Giggling::You have no idea. Valaine: I wonder what it’s like, to be made of such stony stuff... and what kind of woman would he pursue? Klingons come to mind. :: Of course, this was said playfully. He wasn’t insulting the chief at all, and his expression made that clear. :: Valaine: But I’d rather not talk about them all night. I’d rather... not talk all that much at all. :: Blue eyes on Charlotte, he hoped the hint wasn’t too extremely shocking to her. :: DeBarres: Your’re right. Valaine: I could have sat at any table in the Comet Cafe. Did you ask yourself why I sat at yours? DeBarres: No, I just thought you decided to come on over and see the Doctor.: surprised:: Valaine: ... because your eyes were so sad. And I couldn’t bare to see that, when you should be smiling... at all times. DeBarres::Slightly blushing trying to regain her color.::It’s just a personnel problem....:: turning away from his gaze a bit:: someone that I care for. Valaine: I get the feeling someone like you is sad far too often. You deserve better. :: For once, the thing he said was not tinged with the dirt that often filled his intentions. The simple honesty of his statement and expression were what made the comment powerful. :: oO(DeBarres) Is there someone better?...Oo ::Feeling abit sad all over again. She fought the feeling and concentrated on the the Valaine, who was mading a good effort to chase the blues away.:: DeBarres: I guess...let’s stop about him, and eat this wonderful food. ::forcing a smile, looking back at him.:: :: They ate small meals, snacked on the samplers of cheeses and treats, and Chase helped himself to three glasses of the sparkling pink wine as they talked and ate. He’d been hoping for a crescendo for the evening, but Charlotte appeared a bit non-committal as to “after dinner,” and he wasn’t one to force the issue. He’d just enjoy her company here, and hope she could say the same about his after the fact. :: Valaine: I hope we can do this again. Next time I’ll take you to Tokyo. If you tell me you love sushi, I’ll be a happy man DeBarres: Sushi,....never had it but ….I am willing to try..., but I have had a nice evening. ::Giving him a legit smile :: :: Charlotte left the holodeck, the archway appearing at her beckoning and disappearing behind her. Chase made to shut down the program, the crude bumblebee pattern replacing the delights of France. He’d hoped for more than a pleasant good-night... but then, he *always* hoped for more than that. Still, he’d enjoyed it too. :: :: Feeling lightly buzzed from the wine, he made his way out of the holodeck. It was getting late, but it wasn’t extremely so... and a bit disappointed at the early evening, Chase made his way to 10- Forward. One last drink was called for. :: ((PNPC)) Crewman Charolette DeBarres Tactical/Security Specialist USS Avandar Simmed by Eerie & Chase Valaine Chief Warrant Officer, 2nd Class Engineer USS Avandar
  3. ((10-Forward, USS Avandar)) ::Robins took a seat by the window, a data PADD in hand, and gazed out upon the starry blackness. She ought to be getting on with the reports for the non-telepathic crew members, but this evening she just wanted to relax. Normally she'd have gone to her quarters, but there were too many ghosts of the past there. She still needed to be among people, even if she wasn't talking to them. Company was better than her own, disturbed thoughts.:: ::She sighed, and eventually picked up the PADD. First up, she'd start with Captain Vetri and work her way down the ranks.:: :: Chase strode into the room, fresh off his date with the lovely Charlotte DeBarres and still full of energy. Finding Robins in the light crowd, he strode over in confident fashion and set a hand down on the table, leaning onto it and giving that famously casual grin he tended to wear. :: Valaine: Robins! Wassup, my medical miscreant? Robins: Miscreant?! ::She'd been called many things over the years, but never miscreant.:: Valaine: I’m just kidding, relax! ::he slumped easily into the empty chair without an invitation:: I know full well you’re a respectful, honorable, duty-bound Starfleet Officer. ::to accentuate his point, he put his hand over his heart diligently:: Better? :: His playful grin remained, and he leaned back in his chair. Perhaps his lips were a little looser since he was slightly inebriated from his date. He tended to get a bit more snarky when he’d had a few, though he was pretty good about controlling worse drunken behaviours. :: Robins: A bit much to be *completely* sincere, but I appreciate the thought. Valaine: What’re you doing? Working? Eww... :: He reached out to nudge a data pad, though he didn’t make any move to swipe it from her. Then he stuck a hand in the air, hoping for a new drink to add to his evening of imbibing. :: Robins: ::sighing:: Supposedly, but... I can't focus. Valaine: ::as the wait staff walked over:: Want one? ::to the person:: Gimme a double Aldebaran Whiskey, ice cold. ::he glanced to Robins, his blue eyes glinting in the light expectantly.:: Robins: ::oO Oh what the heck. Oo:: Trinaris brandy, with a speck of cinnamon, thanks. ::Normally she'd stay away from alcohol, but that glint in his eye told her he'd be less than impressed by an apple juice - not that she really cared about that glint, as long as it *stayed* as a glint - and with her slightly altered physiology, Trinaris brandy happened to be the only alcoholic juice she could drink for three days and still not even get a teensy bit squiffy. But she wasn't going to tell Valaine that bit of news...:: Robins: So what brings you to this part of the ship? Surely the confident Chase Valaine can't be after to drown his sorrows? ::Her words may have come out a little tart, but she tried to smile to offset the edge in her voice. Avoiding his eyes, she fumbled about with her PADD, turning it off, and setting it down on the table.:: Valaine: No drowning of sorrows tonight. I’ve just had a lovely evening with an equally lovely lady friend. Robins: ::realising that maybe the ghosts in her quarters weren't so bad after all:: I see. ::Thankfully the drinks arrived at that point. It may not have had any mind-numbing effects for her, but psychologically it helped. If one *thinks* one is drinking alcohol, one *expects* it to have some sort of effect.:: Valaine: Just what I need to finish off the evening. :: He took the drink and a third was gone in the first draught. When he set the flat of the glass to the table again, it was just a little harder than necessary, and he let out a small gasp at the burn, even though he’d been expecting the sensation. :: Valaine: But why does it need to end so soon? You look like you need some fun. Robins: Some fun? ::more quietly:: That'd be a miracle right about now. :: His eyebrows rose, and he swiveled the glass along its edge in slow circles on the table. His smile lapsed, and he looked truly low-spirited for a moment before speaking again. :: Valaine: Well *that’s* depressing to hear. Robins: ::glaring at her drink:: I'm sorry, it's not your fault. I'm just a tad edgy, and I *don't* want to be alone right now. Valaine: If I had my guitar, I’d sing something cheerful for you. :: The casual smile returned as quickly as it had left. The slightly glazed eyes, and the simplest truth. He didn’t appear to be shmoozing for attention at the moment, perhaps a rare moment for him. But he’d still offer to entertain her if it would lift her spirits. And the second third of the whiskey was gone. :: ::Her heart softened just enough to allow a small smile to appear. She appreciated the thought - and sincerity - behind his words.:: Robins: Thank you...Chase. Maybe next time. ::Her gaze returned to her half empty glass, thoughts of the nightmare returning. It still stung, after all these years.:: Robins: ::remembering that someone was sat besides her:: Forgive me, I've got a few things on my mind. Do you play any other instrument, or just the guitar? I have a real fancy for the Laguna Serenade on the flute. Valaine: Afraid that’s one I never fancied to learn. :: He’d mention the plethora of other instruments he could play, but at the moment, even inebriated, he could see she had larger concerns in mind. That look in her eyes was old. :: :: Old pain. :: Valaine: Mind letting it off your shoulders? Seems like a heavy load. Robins: Shame. And thank you for your concern, but no. It's nothing you can help with. It all happened a very...very long time ago. Valaine: And yet here it remains, hovering overhead. ::She glugged the last of her drink down and slammed it down onto the table, as hot tears sprung to her eyes.:: Valaine: Come on then. At least tell me it doesn’t own you. That would be the most depressing of all. :: The last third of his drink disappeared past his lips, and he held the glass aloft, indicating he’d take another. :: Robins: I didn't think it did, but... Don't you think you're drunk enough? Valaine: ::he huffed audibly, a smile gracing him again:: Maybe it’s *you* who’s not drunk *enough.* Robins: I'd have to drink six gallons of the stuff to be anywhere near drunk enough to forget. Valaine: ::not paying attention to her last comment:: Who was he? Robins: ::glaring at him, but refusing to let him in just like that:: Who was who? Valaine: Don’t pretend. I’ve seen that look before. A woman doesn’t carry it for nothing. :: Perhaps the alcohol was making him a bit too aggressive about it, and another double Aldebaran whiskey was placed on the table as a wait staff came and went. :: Robins: ::leaning back into her chair, slowly shaking her head:: He... He was someone I knew back on Mellor IV. When I was 15. Valaine: ::sipping the whiskey this time:: And? Robins: ::getting a little irritated by his insistence, but secretly glad she had someone to talk to about it after so long:: There are...rites that a couple go through. My parents prohibited it until I was older, but Savnum convinced me to go with him. He said he'd arranged the ceremonies. But when we arrived at the archipelago...:: sobbing now:: there was no one there! No one. And within a few minutes... he... ::She couldn't finish her sentence, as the sobs took over. She buried her head in her hands, crying.:: :: Chase’s blue eyes set on her, no humor left in his expression. The drink was held near his face, the abusive liquid sloshing in the glass as his eyes landed back on it again. If it looked like he’d made Robins cry, he paid no attention to anyone who might have noticed. It wasn’t their concern anyway. :: Valaine: ::quietly:: He took advantage. ::She could do nothing but nod as old tears burnt her eyes.:: Robins: And he's bonding with my sister! Valaine: ::blue eyes flashing back up to her:: Does she know? Robins: ::shaking her head:: no one knows. No one knows at all. :: There was a stretch of silence between them as he let her cry, thinking on it. This was one of those things you couldn’t judge harshly. If one person would respond one way, another would respond entirely different, and there was no “right” answer for any of them. :: Valaine: ::carefully, despite his inebriation:: Don’t you think she *should* know? Robins: ::nodding:: I tried to contact her, but its too late. She's already started the rites, and there's no way to get hold of her. :: The silence stretched again, and Chase sighed into his drink, lifting it to his lips again, though he spoke before he drank again. :: Valaine: Scumbag... ::and half the double whiskey left the glass, burning his throat:: ... can’t stand that type... deceptive jerks. Robins: ::harshly, all the anger she'd hidden spilling over:: Oh and you're not? I don't mean to sound like a cliche, but it takes one to know one! :: His eyebrow rose sharply, blue eyes flashing with a hint of drunken but restrained anger. :: Valaine: I’m *nothing* like that. You know full well what I want, and I make sure of it. No tricks, no traps. I may be a whore, but I’m not a rapist. :: Blue eyes closed, regretting the harsh words the moment he said them, but the anger remained. She wasn’t nearly drunk enough for him to accept that judgment. :: ::She sat in silence a moment as her mind tried to make her see sense. Her eyes widened as she realised he was right. She *did* know what he wanted. Didn't mean he was going to get it, but she knew. And that was one thing - no, the only thing - that stopped her walking out of the lounge. Robins: I... I'm...sorry. ::She actually, truly, was sorry. She waved to a waiter as he passed.:: Robins: I think I need a drink. Calruddan whiskey. Valaine: It’s natural, to be angry after that. But it's been a long while ago. Years now. Can’t go on being angry forever. Robins: ::slowly, ashamed to have to admit:: I haven't let my anger rule me for years. I'll warn you now. When I get drunk, I won't be able to stop the anger. Valaine: ::he grinned:: I think I’d pay to see you really, truly angry... ::he reached out and set his hand over her wrist, a light touch he intended to be supportive:: ... just once. ::She flinched from his touch and her eyes blazed.:: Robins: Don't. Ever. I may not...hate you the way I hate...him...but. Just don't. Ever. :: His hand jerked up away from her, then hovered in the air slightly as his expression turned something far more sober than it should have been. Then the smile returned, with a light laugh of all things. :: Valaine: Amazing what you’ll tell someone you claim to hate. :: The half of his whiskey taken in a final shot, he clunked the glass back down on the table, then thought of it again, lifting it into the air for the wait staff to see. His third Aldebaran double was wisked before him along with her Calruddan whiskey. :: ::She took the glass from the waiter and downed half all at once. It stung, but nowhere near as much as the pain inside. She hadn't eaten all day, and in her professional capacity she knew it was more than a bit stupid to drink on an empty stomach, but she couldn't care less. She needed some time off from her memories and her cares.:: Robins: Give me a whole family, people who love me and care about me, and I can't tell them a thing. Give me someone I don't know and look what happens. ::she held his gaze, steady and firm:: You can't judge me. My family can. And they would. My mother would blame me for running off with him. My father, who isn't my father at all, doesn't care less. And my brother has enough on his plate to be worrying about his little sister. So can you judge me? :: It made more than enough sense. Having a Vulcan father and a Denobulan mother, he could definitely understand the effect social judgment could have on a person. Being so intimate a thing as well... made it all that much harder. :: Valaine: ::clearly, but his slur pronouncing:: Wouldn’t dream of it, Talya. So long as you can say the same about me. Believe me, I might just understand better than you think... :: And yet another heavy draught of his liquor. :: Valaine: But wouldn’t it be better for you to come to some sense of... closure, is it? There’s gotta be a way to let your sis know what’s what... or is it... who’s who... much better men out there for her and you alike. ::his smile turned dirty once again, and he was clearly indicating he was one of those men... even if she “hated” him.:: ::Robins turned her green eyes on him. As much as she hated to admit it, that smile, as dirty as it was, brought some semblance of normality back to her. The universe hadn't changed.:: Valaine: Could do you some good, relieve some of that monstrous stress you’ve been heaving around all this time. :: It was official. He was plastered, and returning to his norm. Which was to try to pick her up, regardless of the topic at hand. In his mind, not being allowed to touch her wasn’t a deal-breaker to his efforts. :: Robins: I'm sure it would, but... I think I'm a little...*damaged* for most people to handle. ::She could feel the drink beginning to take effect:: I'd need a sign printed on my forehead - don't touch, don't look, don't get hurt in the process. ::She wasn't sure that what she said actually made all that much sense, but she really didn't care. When the waiter came round again, she guzzled the last of her drink down and begged for another one.:: Robins: I'll bet you two hours on the holodeck, one more drink and I'll be under the table or screaming from atop it. Valaine: Mmm... the dutiful Talya Robins, doctor, dancing atop the tables. ::he appeared to think about the idea for a moment... very hard, in fact:: I vote that one. The bottoms of tables are disgusting, after all. Robins: ::making a show of glancing underneath:: This one's clean, and you can forget the dancing. Unless you happen to have seven hankies with you? ::Robins *never* flirted. But then, she *never* drank either...:: Valaine: Nope, not’ah one. Robins: ::the moment spoiled:: never mind. Look, I'd best get back to my quarters. My shift starts in a couple of hours. Valaine: Run, run, fast as you can. ::he drank down a good portion of his remaining drink:: If you’re scared you might say something honest, I’ll understand if you want to leave. Robins: I'm not scared. ::Actually she was lying through her teeth.:: Valaine: Why do you keep worrying about hurting others? If you letting someone know what you really think... what you feel... is harmful to them, then they donnea deserve your company. :: And the rest went down as fast as the others, the glass empty again, and it wasn’t helping that he’d already drank before meeting Robins. He could feel the heat flushing through him, and had the fleeting thought that standing was going to be an interesting prospect. :: Robins: ::stunned:: I happen to be a doctor. Want me to check you're still in possession of a heart? Valaine: You’ve already told me you hate me, and compared me to what all... an’m still here. You’ern’t capable of hurting me, sweetheart. :: That last bit wasn’t said in any friendly manner, and bit of the alcohol talking for him. :: Robins: ::getting up to leave before she said something she'd later regret, then turning back.:: Sweetheart? Let me remind you, I could probably make a very interesting ornament out of your major organs. :: Her remark brought him out of the inebriated haze for a moment, and he looked up suddenly as she turned to leave the table on her apparently final threat of decorating with his organs. She was angry, and everything in his instinct told him he couldn’t let her leave angry. :: Valaine: ::standing suddenly:: Robins... wait! :: But his master plan failed the moment he came to a standing position. The alcohol he’d been drinking before, during, and now chugging after his date with DeBarres coursed through his veins, and the sudden motion threw off his entire center. Legs going wobbly beneath him, the result was him flat on the table they’d been sparring across only moments before. :: :: Both of the glasses, hers empty and his mostly empty, skittered to the floor in a twisting clatter. The few other guests at tables far off went a bit quiet, glancing over curiously at the sudden commotion before returning to their own tables business again, letting Chase push himself up from the flat of the table with at least a fraction of dignity. :: :: But instead of standing, he slumped heavily into his seat again, having failed to complete the motion twice over. The bartender gave a warning glare in his direction, though it went entirely unnoticed. :: Valaine: ::under his breath:: ... gaw’[...]it... Robins: ::growling:: I hope this isn't some...:: She was going to say 'trick' but his words earlier were ringing in her ears. Valaine: ::his slur heavier, his hand rising to press against his chest:: ... I *do* haffa hart... can feel’et pounding... Robins: ::looking about and realising no one else was coming to his aid, she grabbed him round the waist:: Come on, drunkso. ::She shook her head vigorously as she stepped into doctor mode. The alcohol was still there, but her medical instincts were doing their job and kicking her into action.:: Valaine: Wher’r we goin? Robins: ::hauling him to his feet:: To Sickbay, with any luck. Valaine: No... quart... :: He meant to say “to his quarters,” and not for any funny business, but she smartly interrupted him. Being a doctor, she had better sense than to just let him suffer for his over-indulgence. :: Robins: No? ::she *really* wasn't in the mood to hear his protests:: Tough, drunkso. You got yourself into the mess, and if I left you to your own devices, we probably wouldn't see you through the hangover for a week. You're coming with me. :: Making the point, his arm was over her shoulder for support. Even though the destination was not what he wanted, he could still appreciate the help. What with all that complicated walking going on. But his attempts being unorganized probably made it seem more protest than genuine effort. :: Valaine: ::trying to insist:: … quarters’r fine, R’bins. Robins: ::dragging him towards the exit of the lounge:: Oh, don't mind me. If you feel you can walk... ::which he honestly couldn't:: feel free to. In the meantime, I'll just drag you along. ::Hefting him along, she was glad the turbolift was just outside. Once the doors parted, she dragged him in, still protesting, and literally let go of him. He hit the floor with a thud.:: :: The shock of hitting the floor solidly on his [...] was muted by the alcohol, and so was his response to it, which was decidedly less quick or exclamative than it should have been. :: Valaine: ::lightly::… ow. Robins: ::without meaning:: sorry. ::They passed the short trip in silence. He was no doubt nursing a bad head and a queasy stomach. Robins, on the other hand, was simply trying to focus through the haze that had settled over her brain. What idiot drinks for who-knows-how-long, and doesn't expect some sort of repercussion to go along with it?:: Valaine: R’bins... the wurld is moving... :: They were in the turbolift after all. But the words were more a warning, for her sake. If the “wurld” kept moving, so too might the contents of his stomach. :: Robins: Almost there, drunkso. ::And not a moment too soon, the doors slid open again.:: Valaine: ::quieter now:: … haffa name, yi’no... Robins: uh huh. :: Somehow he ended up in her helpful arms again, though the effort couldn’t have been graceful, and she had him out of the turbolift and stumbling toward sickbay. He’d forgotten he didn’t want to go there, no longer protesting as they went through the double doors. He was only interested in no longer traipsing all over the ship, since every step made his entire body feel the effects. :: Valaine: G’tta stop... ::his weight bearing down on Robin’s fully now:: ::She sagged under his weight, and she lost her footing slightly. Taking a deep, aggravated breath, she hoisted him up once again and...wobbled...purposefully towards Sickbay.:: Robins: ::feeling something lurch:: oh no, you can wait until we get into Sickbay. *Then* you can throw up all over the floor. ::A few relieved steps later, and Robins threw the dead weight down onto the nearest biobed. Thankfully no one was already occupying it, because she had a sneaky feeling Valaine would've ended up on that specific biobed *anyway*.:: Robins: ::grabbing a hypospray:: you're not allergic to anything, are you? Valaine: Ta... grumpy... w’men. Robins ::Finding a phial and squinting to make sure she was reading it correctly through the thick haze that threatened to settle once again.:: Good. This oughtta sort your stomach out, and reduce some of the dizziness. Though the universe knows you [...] well deserve the effects. Valaine: … fer s’mthin... er’uther... :: It was done for him, and his lack of enunciation was nearly total. The walk had sent all the alcohol still in his stomach surging through his bloodstream. Even though he felt the need to hurl, he felt the need to stay still far stronger. Thankfully whatever Robins gave him eased the surging in his stomach. :: :: And the instant he was able to relax, strewn on the bio-bed in what couldn’t be a comfortable position, he was out like a light. :: ::The minute Valaine was out, Robins knees gave out as the alcohol finally took its toll. The last thing she was aware of was the corner of the biobed looming ever closer.:: -fin- Ensign Talya Robins Medical Officer USS Avandar & Chase Valaine Chief Warrant Officer Engineer USS Avandar
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  5. ((Jefferies Tube - Somewhere Between Decks 502 and 503)) ::It was odd, Janick found. Almost every time he'd been assigned a boring, monotonous task such as this previously in his career, he'd considered it a punishment for some wrong-doing he couldn't remember perpetrating. It seemed to him that he'd paid what dues were owed to Starfleet many times over, and in this - the thirty-eighth year of his existence - he deserved better. After the chaos and pandemonium of the last few days, however, it was the menial tasks he craved. Especially the ones stuck down Jefferies tubes, away from supposedly sentient life-forms, panic, destruction and fire. Most definitely fire. All of that was no doubt still occurring, somewhere on the station, but down here in his tube it seemed a thousand miles away.:: ::Out with the old sensor, in with the new one. Connect it up, test it. Rinse, repeat. Clearly an engineering job under normal circumstances, but these were not normal circumstances and it was a fairly simple task. Besides, to be fair to the Lieutenant who'd accosted him, he was wearing the right colour uniform for it and not entirely doing a great deal else. If he wasn't doing this, no doubt fairy-hair would find him something worse, probably with more people. Gertz hadn't heard from 'her' in a while, he realised. He wasn't overly bothered by that.:: ::As he crawled along the tube to the next sensor array, Janick heard a noise up ahead. His first reaction was that of defensive jealousy. This was *his* tube. Whichever engineer thought otherwise could bloody well shove off to another one. His second thought was that of concerned curiosity. What if it was someone, or something, else? Cautiously he approached the bend in the tube, and peered around it. Immediately he retracted his head, and considered what he'd seen. A ferengi, in frankly disgustingly soiled attire, clutching a fabric bag. The back was wriggling. The ferengi, too, was wriggling. Gertz decided to stay where he was, for the time.:: Ferengi: Come to Lenk, me pretties. Come on, all o' ya. You's gonna make Lenk a rich ferengi, yes you is! If Lenk still had a family that could bear to be seen in public with 'im, yous could help Lenk provide fer 'em at last! ::There was a loud clanging, and a shrieking sound.:: Lenk: Oi! No biting Lenk! You's not so valuable that Lenk can't kill one or two of ya ta make a point! ::Janick crept around the corner, trying to steel himself against the smell of the... man? Just as Lenk reached forward for his prey, Gertz decided to announce his presence. The startled vermin (this could feasibly apply to both creatures I suppose but in this instance it applies solely to the ferengi's prey) shrieked and scurried away, causing Lenk to curse, and slam his gloved fist against the wall in annoyance. The ferengi rounded on him, and tried to assume as aggressive a pose as possible considering he was, by necessity, on his hands and knees.:: Lenk: Now look what you done! He was this close! ::The ferengi indicated an exaggeratedly small distance with his thumb and forefinger.:: I almost 'ad 'im, he'd have been me sixth today! Gertz: Your sixth what, exactly? ::Lenk grinned widely, revealing rotting teeth that even Lieutenant Brek would probably have found revolting, and proudly displayed the contents of his cloth bag - carefully - to the petty officer.:: Lenk: Fyra! They went and 'scaped from the labs when the power went. Valuable, they is, if you knows who wants 'em. ::Suddenly, Gertz knew what he'd happened upon. This was a chance, he realised. Unlike the comb-in-the-trashed-hotel-room incident while on shore leave (which due to what he now knew to be careless handling of the evidence had accidentally resulted in implicating nobody but himself), here was a real, actual criminal. He'd be a hero. Starfleet security would be clamouring to transfer him to their ranks. They might even commission him, if he was lucky.:: ::There was just one small problem. While there was no end of evidence of the act being committed, Gertz wasn't entirely sure it was a crime. His instinct (which was probably based more on class - not to mention racial - prejudice than actual experience) told him that it probably was, so in the heat of the moment that would suffice.:: Gertz: Mister, erm- Lenk, is it? ::The ferengi nodded, eagerly.:: Mister Lenk, you leave me no choice but to arrest you for the crime of... er... ::incoherent mumbling::. You are to be remanded in my custody, to be transferred into the welcoming embrace of a Starfleet Security holding cell at *my* convenience, whereby you will be prosecuted to the full extent of Federation Law. What have you have to say for yourself? ::Gertz grinned smugly. He'd never bothered to find out what you were supposed to say upon arresting a criminal, but assumed it would probably be something like that. Upon hearing it, said criminal would then be overcome with regret, remorse, fear or guilt - possibly all four at once - and submit themselves to his will. Lenk showed signs of being overcome with precisely none of those things.:: Lenk: ::Blankly:: ...what? Gertz: ::Gesturing, to help ease the apparent language barrier.:: I'm. Arresting. You. Lenk: ...why? Gertz: ::Mumbling:: Smuggling, theft, vagrancy, or something similar. ::More clearly:: Does it matter? I mean, look at you... ::He would have sniffed in disgust, if he didn't think the sudden odourous onslaught would kill him.:: Lenk: More's the point, look at *you*. No security officer wouldn't be crawlin' around with a bag of tech-stuff. What's that tick thing mean? ::After a moment of confusion, Janick realised the vagrant was referring to his rank insignia.:: Gertz: It means that I am Petty Officer Third Class Janick Gertz, of Starfleet. And you, as I believe I have mentioned, are in my custody. ::The ferengi smirked at him, and much to Gertz' annoyance, remained defiant.:: Lenk: It means you're a volunteer who they don't trust with no real jobs, who 'as to crawl 'round vents all day. And Lenk don't like custard. Gertz: ::Incensed.:: Listen here, I may have been unjustly held back in my career... Maybe I *do* have to crawl around vents all day - not actually true, incidentally. However, at least I'm permitted - nay, required - to do so! You, Mister Lenk, are neither. You are under arrest, whether you like it or not! I demand that you cease your oO possibly Oo illegal activities forthwith, and follow me to a detention cell! ::Gertz' smug grin returned, confident his weighty flourish of authority would have the desired affect. Still the vagabond refused to flinch. Gertz gritted his teeth.:: Lenk: If you wants to arrest me for doing nuffin' wrong, yous gonna have to go get a proper security man. Lenk knows 'ow the chain of command works, see. ::Pointing with a filthy fingerless-gloved hand:: *You* can't do nuffin' to Lenk. ::Gertz's eyes opened wide, and for a while he was uncharacteristically lost for words and knelt in the tube with his mouth agape. He stared at the man incredulously.:: Gertz: Chain... chain of command?! You, of all people?! If you don't bloody well get off your [...] right this second and follow me, I'll go and get the chain of command alright, sunshine. I'll get the bloody thing and beat you to within an inch of your loathesome, Lilliputian, little life, you putrid, pox-ridden, plebeian [...]ant! How dare you question the authority of a Starfleet officer?! Lenk: Non-commissioned Starfleet officer... Gertz: ::His face reddening with wrath:: I'll have you know, there are THREE crewmen below me, who report DIRECTLY TO ME. They're bloody useless, I can't find them half the time, and I don't even know one of their forenames, but they report to ME oO sometimes Oo! Which makes me significantly more important than the likes of you, you bloody filth-encrusted, foul-smelling, f-f-f-f- Lenk: Now, now, that sort o' language isn't really becomin' of such an important Starfleet officer, is it? ::What happened next was not Janick Gertz' finest hour. If there were a collection of Gertz' proudest moments in Starfleet, this would not even make the director's cut (and let's face it, we'd be struggling for content as it was). It also wasn't entirely Janick's doing. For several moments, as his fist began the lightning-quick journey towards the ferengi's foetid face Janick could not account for it's whereabouts. All he knew was, after impact, his hand hurt. But not half as much as the Ferengi's cheek. Were he a more violent man, or even were he still in his youth, he might have reflected upon this moment with an air of triumph and victory and remark that it was "a hell of a left hook". However, Janick Gertz was not a more violent man, and certainly was not still in his youth. So upon seeing the Ferengi's head bounce off the wall of the Jefferies tube, he collected his bag of sensors - both old and new mixed together in his haste - and crawled away from the scene. Very swiftly.:: oO He's not dead. Just sleeping. Just sleeping. He headbutted my fist, there was nothing I could do to stop it. Nothing at all. And even if there was, I wouldn't have. Shouldn't have been... doing that... crime thing. He was definitely doing crime, of some sort... Oo TBC! -------------------------- PO3 Janick Gertz Operations Lackey/Crime-fighting Superhero Starbase 118PO3 Janick Gertz - Hammer Of Justice Simmed by Necessity James
  6. Thanks. I had an insane amount of fun writing it. Penny was spot on with everything. It was just great!
  7. Wow, thats really interesting. It would definately be quite cool to updates this along the lines suggested and have it on the wiki.
  8. Welcome great to have you here. I'm sure you'll have a real blast during the academy. I have a friend who lives in Austin, Texas called Jason who is just returning to the sim after a leave of absence. From what he's told me about the city, it sounds like a really vibrant, awesome place. I sure would like to visit some day.
  9. Welcome to the fleet and to the Avandar. :)

  10. I guess the answer to that depends upon how the judging panel works. If it is the case that the judges just read the sims, choose the one they think is the top sim and then vote on that, then they are doing nothing very different to whats being done now, except that there are fewer opinions in the equation. If however you are reading them sims and having a discussion about it then this is more time consuming. You must first read and decide which sim you think is the best and then justify it. The part that takes the extra time is that you must also take into consideration the others points. There is debate, and you may need to go back and look at things again. This is a good thing in a way, but more time consuming. It also depends on the judges themselves. If judges are simply selected from a random group of volunteers or whatever. People naturally have their preferences - some like action, some like mystery, others romance. Any panel of judges would need to be as fair as possible. For example. I believe the judges of the writing challenge produce good, high quality sims themselves. They are experienced and have been in the community long enough to tell a good sim from a bad or average one. We would need a panel like that. (That limits the pool of volunteers a bit.) I do believe that most people read all the sims before they vote, I believe that people who vote in the competition are actually interested in it and the sims that are nominated. There may be the odd person who only reads one or some of them and then votes but overall I think the majority will read them all. They don't all come in at once, they come in dribs and drabs over the course of the round. If you check in regularly it's easier and more manageable to keep up to date with whats been nominated. At the end of the day, the more people who get involved and take an interest in the competition then the less impact any little things like that would have overall.
  11. I think Malcolm has a fair point and considering how many entries there are to some rounds of the top sims i'm in agreement that it would be too much work to do a judges panel for every round. I don't agree with ballot stuffing, I think the best sim from any round should win. I can understand the point about crew unintentionally stuffing the ballots but as I have gone through the rounds I feel that the votes (from all crews) have been spread out between all entries. I think, at least for the vast majority, people are in keeping with the spirit of the competition. I can't think of a single person who would try to stuff the ballots. I don't know why more people don't take an interest in and vote for the top sims. Perhaps a bit of PR, maybe a news snippet and a OOC point at it would draw people's attention to the fact it exists. I remember telling someone on my crew once that I liked their sim so much that I put it up for top sim and they had no idea what I was talking about. I think the first thing to try is to get activity up. I don't know what other ships do, but we often put out reminders to check out the top sims for whatever round is on, places of note of the forums, whatever it may be and it seems to be working as many have pointed out - we have an active crew, I think when you have people who are enthusiastic about these things it spreads around. I like the current system. I like the fact that the people choose. We have judges doing the writing challenges, so to have the two competitions and the 2 systems is great in my opinion. There might be the odd person who would be inclined to vote tactically, I believe they really are in the minority, the more people who actually got involved the less of a problem there would be all round.
  12. Hello, Welcome to the fleet. How are you enjoying it so far?

    1. Deven Nehir

      Deven Nehir

      I'm rather sorry I haven't seen this post until just now! I'm very much into this, as a whole. I love the writing and the reading, I like the community and the welcome has been a great one, thanks for asking!

    2. Renos

      Renos

      Don't worry, most people new in the community don't realise this exists, but it doesn't stop me dropping them a welcome anyway. So hows it working out as an intel officer? You like your avatar pic?

  13. Hi D welcome to the fleet. You're English seems pretty good so far but I don't think you will have a problem.
  14. Welcome to the fleet.

  15. Welcome to the fleet, I hope you enjoy it here.

  16. Welcome aboard. I hope you are enjoying the drake, I see you got posted there.

  17. OOC: Thanks to Zonhar for coming up with the pretty title "Awaken, from dreary night newly shaken, and squeeze the hand of faithful few." -Jason Kelly 2011 IC: ((ICU ward, Sickbay)) oO What is that wretched beeping? Oo :: It had been going on for what seemed like hours, refusing to allow him to remain sleeping, when that was all he wanted to do. He reached out in the darkness, aiming for his bedside table to smack his alarm off. His hand met with nothing but air and he was instead assaulted by a searing pain shooting through his chest. Lord, his right side was killing him:: ::Voices echoed around him. He caught odd words like ‘ventilator’ and ‘dexalin’ and ‘rexlin’ and wondered if he’d dozed off in one of his pathology classes again, but that wouldn’t explain the beeping:: ::He felt a warm hand on his forehead and it was soon joined by a soft voice, but it was fuzzy, he couldn’t understand what she was saying, not that it mattered much. He was being dragged back into sleep and found no reason to fight it:: ::There was that beeping again. And someone had apparently placed a fifty pound weight on his chest while he’d slept. He was too old for these pranks. He tired to sit up but found his lack of breath made it rather difficult. He tried for a deep inhale and was stopped by a sharp pain. Lord, his right side was killing him. All sorts of pokey things were pulling at his arm. He scratched at it, the movement causing him to jerk away in pain. Oh, what was the point? He let his head sink back into his pillow and he drifted back to sleep:: ::That voice was back again. She kept asking for someone – it was a familiar name.::: Voice: Davies, do you know where you are? ::He was sleeping soundly in his quarters. Or trying to sleep, rather. The real question was what she was doing there. He recognized the voice but couldn’t put a name to it. He knew though, she didn’t belong in his bedroom. But, since she was there, she could bring him some water. His throat was on fire:: Voice: Davies, do you remember what happened? :: What was she on about? He opened his eyes and tried to focus on the blurry blue figure in front of him. He tried to blink the image into focus but wasn’t having much luck, and though it was blurry, the room surrounding her was distinctly NOT his quarters. He squinted at her and tried to swallow against his dry throat:: ::There was that beeping sound again, only now it was faster. He attempted to sit up but a cough bubbled up in his throat and had him doubled over in pain. His side was killing him. Hands were on his shoulders, rubbing gently. Her name suddenly popped into his head:: oO Jen Oo Malcolm: Davies, it’s all right. You’re in Sickbay. ::No wonder it didn’t look like his room. He laid back against the pillows and watched as she moved away from him. Panic swelled in his chest and he reached out, catching her hand in his own:: Davies: Wait. Don’t leave me here. ::She gave his hand a squeeze:: Malcolm: I’m not going anywhere. ::The beeping slowed again and he closed his eyes. He tightened his hold on her fingers, just incase she forgot to stay:: TBC… Ensign Christopher Davies Medical officer/pathologist USS Avandar simmed by Lt. Jen Malcolm
  18. Welcome to the fleet. I hope you enjoy your adventures here

    1. TurkHawkings

      TurkHawkings

      Thank you. I am really looking forward to it all.

    2. Renos

      Renos

      What duty posts are you most interested in.

  19. Hello welcome to the fleet. I see you are relatively new here, how are you enjoying it?

  20. Hey, how are you liking the ship so far? Don't forget to update your profile. :)

  21. Super Secret Squirrel

  22. Thanks pal, appreciate it

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