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Post by Evorís on Jun 20, 2021 23:25:52 GMT
[Blue Beta Main Floor, Promenade, Front Ear Station] It was the busiest Evorís had ever seen the bar, though he’d been inside only twice before in the few weeks since he’d been on the station. Nevertheless, he felt comfortable in assuming that it was more crowded now— by a significant amount, even— than was usual for the business. A group of human men brushed past him, their ghastly laughter just a touch too loud, followed by a pair of teenage boys on his other side, and a Klingon woman with a fist full of a silver bloodwine bottle. Evorís had half a mind to leave and return another night— ah, but the sharp tongue of numbness sounded near-irresistible just now, even if it came with the less-than-agreeable aftertaste of unavoidable company. Someone tripped directly into him, and in a reaction that burned sharp and crimson-jade against his cheek, he moved to catch them by the wrists before they could ricochet backward— dangerous, in such a crowded place. A person could easily be trampled beneath the twisting boots of the bustling patrons, especially someone as... well, the bones steadied in his fingers certainly didn’t feel particularly sturdy. “Faites attention,” he said quietly, maintaining his grip and watching the subject closely, in case they should lose their balance again. Silently, he noted the black irises, and filled them with his own. “A fall in this—” He shifted them slightly to avoid the trajectory of a particularly enthusiastic Bajoran. The rest of the Blue Beta’s customers skirted around them as if they were a decorative feature of the establishment. “—position would most likely result in the unpleasant experience of being carried to sickbay.”He released the Betazoid after a moment, when the crowd around them dispersed enough that another tumble was no longer probable. “Désolé, are you alright?”
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Post by Ic Arbrell on Jun 23, 2021 0:40:52 GMT
[Blue Beta, Promenade] How many times was this going to happen?He stared back at the Vulcan who caught him, slow to hear the words, but already sold on the shape of vowels between those lips. He stared back at a would-be savior from out of a careless shove, balanced, imbalanced. It wasn’t his fault being feather-light, nor absent from the world behind a veil of blue, but it was, he supposed, for being a lightweight alone. Loneliness had always been his fault. He realized then he had no idea what he’d just been told; he knew a little Vulcan, and it wasn’t that. Guilt filtered in like light through a crack. A gaze like that could break anything. That grip, too, could crush him, even after the Vulcan let go. Perhaps then most of all. Ic Arbrell stared back at the man of his dreams, and blamed everything on a quarter shot of Romulan ale. He still felt like falling. He had no idea what he’d just been told, but he recognized the sentiment: sentiment, to rhyme with sorry. Black eyes narrowed yet barely moved. A second Vulcan was being nice to him. It probably was deja vu, or he’d fallen asleep in holosuite one again. The most likely truth was that this beautiful, beautiful thing was not even Vulcan at all. After three hours' moping over a certain cyan predicament, the Betazoid's imagination could turn anything to hopelessness. The man of his dreams was a Romulan at best tonight, because it wasn't logical to lecture or apologize when a simple balancing would have sufficed. “You underestimate the unpleasantness of my sickbay experiences.” he said, checking with a shy sweep of his hand that his long jeweled earring remained attached, and his hair was properly tucked behind his pinkening ears. “Good thing you were here. How can I ever repay you?”Ic prepared for the usual Academy answers (“by not doing that again” or “by going away”) with a parted but fragile smile.
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Post by Evorís on Jun 24, 2021 10:02:26 GMT
[Blue Beta Main Floor, Promenade] His gaze flickered away only briefly from cosmos yet explored, following hand to glittering accessory and back again to darkness. Something akin to confusion blinked once against the Betazoid’s smile, failing to place motivation for the desire for reparations. There was no reason to assume that a Betazoid practiced the hostile dishonesty that was dressed up as humor on Sol III, so the only logical conclusion was that he was properly drunk. It certainly would explain the unsteady limbs and wandering eyes that had brought about their collision. (A familiar shade of blue tugged at his senses, though this tempest was far from the one he knew.) “No compensation is necessary,” he assured, and adjusted his arm slightly in case he should be required to catch the stranger again. “Though, it would be advisable to keep company as you continue your carouse.” The offer dangled as a single thread of silver intention, all but invisible if not for the two viridescent prisms that illuminated it. When his eyes finally split away again, it was to inspect the available seating: a stool or two at the counter, and every other table on the main floor occupied. Further upward, the accommodations were much more promising— logical, considering the danger of climbing stairs while inebriated. That is, without assistance. “The mezzanine level appears to be far less crowded.”
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Post by Ic Arbrell on Jun 25, 2021 5:18:16 GMT
[Blue Beta, Promenade] It happened more and more often on Front Ear Station that Ic’s expectations did not come to pass. Up until (but not including) now, he’d been surprised for the better. He did not know how he was supposed to feel about the measures of this moment. On one hand, he had not been immediately dismissed, the way in which he was accustomed. He knew how to handle that, though. He had a script at the ready to deflect his disappointment, just a few lines applied like a balm; Ic was used to resistance or rejection outright, though it never really hurt any less. On the other hand, he had absolutely no idea what this guy was about. The weight of uncertainty claimed its residence in his throat, and the thrill of not Knowing like sparks within it. But what fascinated him about Vulcans in the first place, this grey swaddling of multitudes like the missing variable in the grand unified theory, found itself strangled within this one. From the threadbare seams of him he could read, the logic seemed to stretch, propped up by judgmental assumption. It felt a little like the set-upof a very cruel joke, and in the hurt and doubt of loneliness, Ic felt his cheeks warm. (His mother had always told him never to trust men who did not ask.) “Actually, I was A.) going back to my quarters, B.) not even that drunk, and 3.) trying to be cute despite a long long history of failure up until and including now. So.”He didn’t exactly have a conclusion for that, but he wondered what the Vulcan would make of it. The man of his dreams, and this was not going well. Of course, that would just be Ic’s luck.
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Post by Evorís on Jun 25, 2021 22:16:11 GMT
[Blue Beta, Promenade, Front Ear Station] The blue swelled with the pink— vibrant clouds collecting in a horizon storm, and vas'kalabam1 at its center, aimed straight for him. The sharpness of the wave caught him by surprise, though not off guard; inconsistency was threaded into the linings of his organs, and the thrum of green blood at the tips of his ears. But his was nothing like the vastagor lattam2 of a bitter Commander; this bird bore feathers, in place of the sick green bands of Romulan destruction. If nothing else, its beauty would make his imminent annihilation all the easier. Evorís willingly accepted the reprieve. “Trying to be cute,” he repeated, though confirmation would bring no clarification. The dragging edges of a, b, three subverted accuracy in the second claim, and the third did nothing to support it, either. He eyed the Betazoid carefully, picking up details in the shape of cloth and flesh beneath it, some kind of galactic aurora draped across the curve of his shoulders. (Further upward, even more promising.) “You don’t seem to have any difficulties in that area,” he concluded. “I fail to see how collision would be beneficial.”
Tag Ic Arbrell 1 A nocturnal Romulan raptor known to travel hundreds of miles gliding in the vanguard of storms; translates literally to “bird of storms” or “bird of the tempest.” 2 Translates to “death talon,” referring to the attacks of the Romulan bird mogari, a man-sized creature that kills by diving at incredible speeds and impaling its prey with its long talons. Also the name of a class of Romulan destroyers.
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Post by Ic Arbrell on Jun 26, 2021 17:05:15 GMT
[Blue Beta, Promenade] Ic was not a person with skill in verbal language. Regardless of how well the Universal Translator worked, he relied primarily on supplementary telepathic data to understand when people spoke— though his method of formulating response was the other way around, with language assisting the emotion, so he knew what they meant to actually convey, and not the peripherals. Not the birds or the— whatever it was, this obscured recurring theme, that wasn’t quite that. He relied on clarity, on agreement between the two halves of communication, but this was muddled on both sides, a pretentious philosophy text with no interest in being understood. He couldn’t tell if the Vulcan was the riddle of the universe he was meant to crack open, or if he should forget this face for his own miserable good. Never entertain a man whose mind you can't read.Green eyes all over him leaked a vague approval through his veins, and Ic replayed the words over it like a cinematic trope the sensation met adrenaline, and he could not tell hot from cold. “Wait, what?” You think I’m cute? And that I— ? Ic frowned, staggered by a jab in a dozen old wounds, and held his wrist close to his body where the Vulcan’s grip left sensation in his skin. Rejection and judgment were little biting fears in every exchange, but the suggestion that he was manipulative wounded him viscerally. “I was shoved, so you know.”
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Post by Evorís on Jun 26, 2021 19:56:25 GMT
[Blue Beta, Promenade, Front Ear Station] Evorís was beginning to wonder if his Universal Translator was broken. The exchange shifted in its perpetual uncertainty, but each word drove in a single uncomfortable truth: they were not communicating effectively. He paused to reevaluate the points, directing them into a rough chronological order. The Betazoid was 1.) not even that drunk, 2.) going back to his quarters, and 3.) shoved. And somewhere along the line, trying to be cute. That was the tricky one, and Evorís made the choice to abandon reasoning with it. Clearly, he had a lot to learn about Betazoid culture. He made a mental note to brush up on it the next time he was available. (Perhaps a drink at the Blue Beta was not what he needed tonight, though more and more he wished to be freed of this confusion by the burning sensation of alcohol.) His mother’s Romulan dogma stuck in his mind, an unpleasant shade of brilliant green: the Forces had brought him here. “I see,” he said, though it was foggy at best. That, as his father had never failed to remind, could only be his own fault. “Je suis désolé. I do not wish to keep you against your will.” Though the storm remained thick and incomprehensible, clarity struck as lightning in the subtleties of the Betazoid’s behavior. He dipped his head in a polite bow, and shifted slightly so as not to block the path towards the exit. Evorís knew when he wasn't wanted. (An easy conclusion to make, given that it was correct most of the time.)
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Post by Ic Arbrell on Jun 27, 2021 16:41:19 GMT
[Blue Beta, Promenade] Perfect. (—his shoulders, his lips, that strength, those eyes—) Just perfect.He didn’t have the slightest idea what had just happened. Ic stood blindsided, speechless, numb but for the crowd all around them. Without realizing how closely he’d been holding this focus, the Betazoid dropped it, along with black eyes, and the station rushed back in. He swayed on his feet again, but dug his heels in, as if the waves of this little world would ground him just short of buried. It was like applying to the VSA a seventh time. It was like finding his little black bird, broken on the floor, and still nameless. It was like the simulation exercise against the Romulan warbirds— only that time, he’d won. And he’d done it with retreat. But now, it was so hard to move. That’s the stupid thing, Ic thought, wresting his limbs from impossible gravity to the sound of browning his mother’s advice he half-hoped the Vulcan heard, that he had the soul enough to do it, I still kind of wish you would.Under the pale blue cast of a little white lie, Ic Arbrell slipped through the crowd, at last again untouched (but never really).
[Deck 12, Ic Arbrell’s Quarters — several days later] Face down in a white duvet, he alternated the impulses of his lungs. A deep breath counting five, exhale for ten. He paid attention to his heartbeat, how it chased after the rhythm of the sounds that surrounded him. He tried to will it into steadiness, but his chest, yet fluttering, refused the balm. It wasn’t the music that stopped his progress— the ancient Terran album had brought him years of comfort before— but all the emotions in its wanton orbit. It had been a long day of errors. Database failures, interface glitches, flaw after flaw in his math, and little misunderstandings throughout every hour, compounding. Emotions running high, within and without, Ensign Arbrell excused himself from duty before the imminent meltdown hit. He didn’t want his first one at Front Ear to be so early in his career, or so public, or at all. But he knew he hadn’t handled his leaving very well, and he was afraid now of the consequences. The 1984 Madonna album drowned out the sound of the intercom, the pager, and the door, but nothing else. When a presence he didn’t recognize as authority moved outside his quarters, he trusted it to keep going, It didn’t. It didn’t. And then, the song changed. In the silence between tracks, the chime. "Oh f— Come in."His heart sank ten decks.
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Post by Evorís on Jul 1, 2021 0:24:59 GMT
[Deck 12, Corridor to Ic Arbrell’s Quarters] One door across the hall from his own cabin, Evorís double-checked the name and number on his PADD, matching it to the fading synth of music he did not initially recognize. Following the confirmation of a brief stillness, he filled the space with the tune of automated communication. The door slid open, and Evorís stepped just inside, quickly locating the subject of his assignment... lying facedown on the bed. A blip of adrenaline surged through green blood and pushed his feet forward, though he quelled the impulse of concern a step or two in, with the justification that if the ensign was critically injured, it would not be to the soundtrack of... antique Terran pop. At this volume, it was easy to see why the ensign had not responded to communicator pages. “Ensign Ic Arbrell—?” The letters tied themselves together in his mouth, falling off his tongue as something more akin to Icare B rll. At attention, he awaited acknowledgement, or at least confirmation that the science officer was not, in fact, in need of medical attention.
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Post by Ic Arbrell on Jul 1, 2021 16:39:34 GMT
[Deck 12, Ic Arbrell’s Quarters, Front Ear] Beneath the music, he heard something he did not recognize through a worn velvet red along his auditory sense. Above it, he heard something almost familiar, the same shade only deeper, denser, darker in a sense against his temples and the back of his skull. Whatever the sensation had been before, that flash of shimmering, his eyes hurt too much to try to understand. Breath inflated the thin chest flat on the bed, trembling but still in uniform, and deflated it even flatter. They’d sent someone after him. Of course they had. He was only grateful that it wasn’t Shavan. “Computer, pause music,” he muttered into the duvet, and used another breath for the energy to turn around. He managed to prop himself up with an elbow on his side, barely daring a glance at the messenger’s boots, and no further. It was easier this way. He could almost feel his spine. “...can we do this later? Pretty please with uttaberries on top? If you have to write me up, I would really appreciate going through that separately, from baseline, so I can properly implode again with respect to the gravity it deserves, because I really don’t think I can give you a statement right now.”He could feel his spine liquefy through his eyes with every word. “Wait, what did you call me again?”
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Post by Evorís on Jul 1, 2021 20:01:22 GMT
[Deck 12, Ic Arbrell's Quarters, Front Ear] The figure moved, and Evorís was surprised to note that he recognized the Betazoid, in shades of reflective blue and a thick fog of indeterminable nature. Consideration took a new hue, at once softer and more restrained. At least, it appeared, there was no indication of immediate danger, though he wouldn’t yet dismiss the possibility of illness. He scanned the PADD once more for confirmation of his message and recipient, but found no discrepancy that would suggest a mistake had been made. “Ensign Ic Arbrell,” he restated, accent permeating as it always did. Judging on the Betazoid's reaction to his presence, he doubted he had entered the incorrect cabin, so he attributed the miscommunication to a side effect of the background noise. He couldn’t help but be grateful that the inefficiency of personal retrieval was not standard procedure when a crewmember was needed or absent from a scheduled shift— though, even Evorís had experienced the inconvenience of... unexpected interruption via communicator. Privacy was a small sacrifice to make for expediency, when an emergency could be lurking at any moment. “You failed to answer your communicator,” he explained, taking extra care to present the issue free of any hostility. Evorís was not blind— far from it. Clearly, there was something going on here beyond willful negligence of duties, and their previous interaction had made clear that mutual understanding would be... difficult, at best. “There was concern over your wellbeing. Are you unwell, or in need of medical assistance?”It wasn’t the full truth. Evorís had been sent to retrieve the ensign, for his assistance in reconfiguration of some experiment in Sciences, though he’d been provided no further information than insinuation of urgency. If Icare was unable to report, they could find someone else to assist, surely.
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Post by Ic Arbrell on Jul 1, 2021 23:11:00 GMT
[Deck 12, Ic Arbrell’s Quarters, Front Ear] —it’s you again.An emotion like a breaking bone snapped somewhere in his chest, and Ic moved to feel it. Just his eyes at first, up from shining perfect black boots to shining imperfect black hair. It hurt a little more then, and he moved the rest of him to open his ribs for the struggling breath, looking more fully at the Vulcan in the doorway. He leaned, all of him, on that sharp and skinny elbow now, with apology and uncertainty gathering like saliva beneath the tongue. Why is it you?It was easy to think that on a better day he might have invited him inside. It was more difficult to believe it. “Unwell,” he repeated, half-musing on the word, half vicious admission; it was a word he’d heard all his life, in different iterations of varying kindnesses— “is an interesting word. And it’s entirely relative, isn’t it? Because if I told you I was, and you told them, they’d believe you. But when I say I am, and then leave, they send you. Or is this because I didn’t go to sick bay?”And they’d already had a conversation about his experiences there.
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Post by Evorís on Jul 4, 2021 1:16:54 GMT
[Deck 12, Ic Arbrell’s Quarters, Front Ear] Understanding came in soft, piercing waves. In the cursory briefing of Evorís’ assignment, the junior lieutenant had mentioned nothing about the ensign’s dismissal from duty for medical or personal reasons. Actually, the officer had expressed no concern for the ensign at all, only frustration that he was not responding to calls for assistance. “You are not required to report to sickbay, though your supervising officer should have made a record that you were excused from duty for your health.” Mistakes such as this were easily made and easily remedied, though Evorís suspected that the lieutenant had willingly overlooked the log and sent for the ensign regardless, to avoid looking the fool for being unable to fix the issue himself. The Betazoid’s comment in the Blue Beta several days earlier settled into place, no longer suspended in absence of context. Assuming Captain Eastman had been genuine in her request that he express all his suggestions and concerns, he would address the situation with her when opportunity provided. “I will settle the matter in the logs.” It was part of his responsibility, after all, to ensure that communication ran smoothly and to procedure. “Are you able to confirm that your communicator is currently functioning?”
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Post by Ic Arbrell on Jul 5, 2021 2:49:19 GMT
[Deck 12, Ic Arbrell’s quarters, Front Ear] Ic looked back at the Vulcan as if the lighting in his quarters had changed. The tone of it was sweeter now, and soft beneath the jaw. The edge of him seemed to disappear, that warping of something faded away from the muddling grey. It seemed the crying had finally stopped. He wanted to tell him not to bother the Captain with this stupid thing, that she already knew about him and not to waste her time. He wanted to make him a promise that this was a one-time issue and he’d never have to stand in this doorway again, but what Ic Arbrell wanted and what he could do were sometimes at opposite ends. Something told him to keep his mouth shut this time. “...thank you.”Another sigh, another sinking in, until he lay looking up at the Vulcan still waiting to learn about the communicator he'd been sent about in the first place. (He wanted to keep him waiting all day. ) “I don’t know where I left it,” he said, almost honest. It lay discarded near the bed, on the floor. ”Can you page me, and we’ll find out?”
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Post by Evorís on Jul 5, 2021 20:17:53 GMT
[Deck 12, Ic Arbrell’s Quarters, Front Ear] Evorís nearly frowned at the expression of gratitude, but managed to refrain from the instinctual reaction. It was odd to receive such an acknowledgement, when it was clear to the Vulcan that the responsibility fell on the shoulders of Ic’s supervising officer, and himself as the liaison. He was a communications officer; this was his imperative. Though, he’d had little success in understanding with the Betazoid thus far. Perhaps Vulcan and Betazoid styles of communication were simply incompatible, though Evorís was unwilling to accept such a dismissive and oversimplified conclusion. (By the lack of records on the matter, Evorís suspected that it was the verdict most Vulcans had selected.) It was his job— his ultimate objective— to eliminate these absolutes. He nodded, supplemented by a brief forward tilt, and tapped his communicator. =A= “Evorís to Ensign Arbrell.” =A=
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