Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
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Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
Species: Vulcan-Bajoran
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Post by Ozu Saya on Sept 7, 2020 3:15:59 GMT
[Alex Graham-Orient Express] Alex was running a bit late he had to find the perfect suit to wear to such a formal dinner. After taking some time to look he found the perfect black suit to wear. He got dressed into the suit and grabbed his invitation so that he could join the rest of the group as he entered the train. This was going to be an interesting evening as things got started especially since he was by himself without a plus one. It was going to be good to know who the elite high society people were on the train as well as who the other people were. He grabbed a glass of champagne as he quietly made his way to the table. “Hello everyone you all look amazing.” Soft tag to all [ Imahl Shahal - Orient Express] In his quest for a table with people he could tolerate, Imahl found himself standing next to a very dapper looking young gentleman seated at a table. Imahl found the whole dressing up aspect of the event rather ridiculous; he wore nice clothes, certainly, but only slightly formal wear in the Bajoran fashion. He'd combed his short hair flat and shined his earring, the only other concession's he'd made to looking nice. He eyed the young man, then said gruffly, Mind if I join you? Least until this thing starts? I think I'm supposed to be over there somewhere. He gestured vaguely in the direction of where some of the other promenade business owners were sitting.
Tag Alex Graham
[Charlie Fox - Orient Express]Charlie was grinning broadly at the pair, deciding almost immediately that she found them both entertaining company, for different reasons. She was used to Vulcan impassivity, having spent some time on their planet, and presently enduring beneath Spil, her very logical editor. The only real interactions she'd had with Orions had been during her time on Torros III, and they'd taken their jobs very seriously. This one before her seemed somewhat more relaxed. "I'm Charlie," she said in introduction, the hand holding her champagne giving them a wave in casual in greeting. "I reckon I've pissed off the universe in general, too."She'd already thought their small, socialising group to be an interesting one, when the Sivaoan joined them and upped the ante in the mingle stakes. She watched the newcomer with curiosity, wondering if she could convince this one to sit down with her and give an interview. She'd been dying to do a piece on the peace-loving felinoids and how they were settling on a station occupied and ran by Starfleet. When the pompous Master of Ceremonies was mentioned, his peculiar patter in particular, Charlie's gaze moved toward him. "To 'let the cat out of the bag' is to reveal a secret. It's a colloquialism and it's been around for a long time, but I have no idea what its true origins are."She glanced from the Vulcan, who seemed just as interested in the Sivaoan as she was, to the cat-like butt of Reddington's joke. "I can find out more for you, if you'd like."When the whistle blew Charlie raised a brow, drained her glass and looked around expectantly for another. Might as well make the most of the free booze. [Left Ear to-Ennien] The Sivaoan's whiskers arched forward, then her fur rippled slightly as first Shavan, then Charlie, elucidated on the human phrase. I see, she said thoughtfully. And I am very sorry for the rude question, she added to Shavan. I am not familiar enough with the range of human norms to be certain of nearly anyone. Since there seem to be more humans than any other species on the station, I thought it was the safest guess.
I'm not sure why you'd want to put cats in bags in the first place, but the others have told me that some people, humans especially, find that we strongly resemble an animal on Earth. Who knows? Maybe in a few million years, those cats will evolve to be more like Sivaoans! Left Ear's tail looped into a corkscrew. So you are...Vulcan? she asked, curiously. Long ago, when Starfleet first came to Sivao, CaptainJamesTKirk told my people that touching Vulcans caused them distress and that the ears were a way to tell the difference.
I'm a healer, she said suddenly, hoping that naming her vocation would explain her intense curiosity about different species. [ Shavan & T’Laara - Orient Express] “Well then, you’re in the right place. I’m Shavan.” Shavan replied to Charlie’s introduction. “I am T’Laara.”He turned to address the Sivaoan’s comment. “It’s fine. I’m Orion. And… Andorian.” He said the last word somewhat distractedly. Speaking of Andorians, the crowd had parted, and Shavan finally noticed Kova across the room- looking very beautiful, and very pissed off. Even more so than usual. Unbothered by her icy glare, he smirked in her direction. And wondered if he would have the chance to catch up with her later. T’Laara offered no judgment to Shavan’s statement, as one couldn’t help being born half Andorian any more than one could help being born a slug. And this one seemed interesting. Instead she answered the question about species herself. “Yes, I am Vulcan. And the shape of our ears is one way to tell us apart from humans.” She absently tucked a strand of long dark brown hair behind one of said ears. “As for touch, it is not Vulcan custom to engage in excessive physical contact.” Eyeing her, Shavan thought that to be a shame. T’Laara looked at the Sivaoan curiously. “You’re a healer? Are you here to assist with the projects on Kerelia? I am here to study the flora on the planet. Maybe we will see more of each other in the future.”
Shavan wasn’t here to talk about work. He downed his drink and reached for another. And appreciated the fact that Charlie seemed to be thinking along the same lines. But then the train started running. “Perhaps we should find a table.” T’Laara suggested to her new acquaintances, and moved to find a seat. Tag Charlie Fox & Ozu Saya Soft Tag Kova Sh'qaleq [ Left Ear to-Ennien] The Sivaoan's whiskers arched forward, then her fur rippled slightly as first Shavan, then Charlie, elucidated on the human phrase. I see, she said thoughtfully. And I am very sorry for the rude question, she added to Shavan. I am not familiar enough with the range of human norms to be certain of nearly anyone. Since there seem to be more humans than any other species on the station, I thought it was the safest guess.
I'm not sure why you'd want to put cats in bags in the first place, but the others have told me that some people, humans especially, find that we strongly resemble an animal on Earth. Who knows? Maybe in a few million years, those cats will evolve to be more like Sivaoans! Left Ear's tail looped into a corkscrew. So you are...Vulcan? she asked, curiously. Long ago, when Starfleet first came to Sivao, CaptainJamesTKirk told my people that touching Vulcans caused them distress and that the ears were a way to tell the difference.
I'm a healer, she said suddenly, hoping that naming her vocation would explain her intense curiosity about different species. [ Shavan & T’Laara - Orient Express] “Well then, you’re in the right place. I’m Shavan.” Shavan replied to Charlie’s introduction. “I am T’Laara.”He turned to address the Sivaoan’s comment. “It’s fine. I’m Orion. And… Andorian.” He said the last word somewhat distractedly. Speaking of Andorians, the crowd had parted, and Shavan finally noticed Kova across the room- looking very beautiful, and very pissed off. Even more so than usual. Unbothered by her icy glare, he smirked in her direction. And wondered if he would have the chance to catch up with her later. T’Laara offered no judgment to Shavan’s statement, as one couldn’t help being born half Andorian any more than one could help being born a slug. And this one seemed interesting. Instead she answered the question about species herself. “Yes, I am Vulcan. And the shape of our ears is one way to tell us apart from humans.” She absently tucked a strand of long dark brown hair behind one of said ears. “As for touch, it is not Vulcan custom to engage in excessive physical contact.” Eyeing her, Shavan thought that to be a shame. T’Laara looked at the Sivaoan curiously. “You’re a healer? Are you here to assist with the projects on Kerelia? I am here to study the flora on the planet. Maybe we will see more of each other in the future.”
Shavan wasn’t here to talk about work. He downed his drink and reached for another. And appreciated the fact that Charlie seemed to be thinking along the same lines. But then the train started running. “Perhaps we should find a table.” T’Laara suggested to her new acquaintances, and moved to find a seat. [Charlie Fox - Orient Express, Dining Car]Charlie nodded while she snared another glass, pleased to meet the pair. She sipped with some speed, listening to the exchange between the Sivaoan and the Vulcan as her eyes roamed the car, trying to keep Bennett in sight while gauging who else she should be adding to the AVOID list. She felt no need to intrude again on the group's discussion; the curious cat-like guest seemed interested mostly in speaking with T'Laara, anyway. So when it was suggested they find a table, she found herself moving back toward the center of the room. "Yes, lets, before we end up at the harem end of the table," she suggested, gesturing toward Reddington's area. By the time she'd taken her seat she'd drained her second drink. "Another please!" She asked of the entirely too good-looking waiter. There were far too many sexy tuxedoed men, she thought, for them to be anything but holographic. "Oh yeah, the food..." At the server's gentle reminder she picked up the menu and squinted at it. "The Pastirma, definitely..." She wondered if it would be totally gauche to ask for one of everything... "And the stew, please. Thank you." She grinned broadly at the man, before adding, "And the champagne."
Tags, softs: Shavan Th'zhaar , Ozu Saya , anyone nearby at the table. [ Left Ear to-Ennien] Left Ear's ears swiveled, picking up the conversation she was involved in as well as pieces of those occurring at the tables around theirs. Her nose wrinkled slightly at the smell of the alcohol many of the other guests were drinking, but she knew she'd have to just tolerate it if she was going to stay for the event. And all of these different people were fascinating enough to take her mind off of it. The artificial environment was so real, too! She'd never have guessed it wasn't real if she hadn't known. She sat in one of the chairs (a little tall for her comfort) with her tail dangling down one side to trail on the floor behind her. Left Ear arched her whiskers again at Shavan and said, Thank you for answering my questions. I'd like to speak to you more, maybe even take some medical scans, if you'd permit, later. I'd like to learn as much as I can about the crew who might end up on Kerelia.
Oh, yes, she said eagerly, shifting her attention to the Vulcan. One of our healers came with the initial group, but I was so excited about the idea of meeting different species, so I came, too.Left Ear noticed Charlie picking up the menu and looked at it herself. She could read the words, but none of them meant a thing to her. She'd tried a few dishes from the replicator, but none of those things was listed. Would you help me choose something? she asked the reporter. I don't know what any of it is. Except for alcohol, I'll eat anything a human does, or at least try it. Her tail raise into a corkscrew again.
Tag Shavan Th'zhaar and Charlie Fox
[Ozu Saya and Domen Kyo] After a quiet conversation, Saya and Kyo gave their orders to a circulating waiter. I'll have the rollatini and the chicken, please. And spring wine if you have it.And I'd like the artichoke hearts and vegetable stew with sparkling water, please.They both nodded a greeting to the Tellerite who joined them while they ordered. The waiter had moved on to taking the Tellerite's order when another dining companion arrived. Kyo immediately grinned upon her greeting, his natural gregariousness missing her tone, either intentionally or naively, and he said, Hello! I'm Domen Kyo. Nice to meet you.Saya offered a more demure nod and small smile. Greetings, she returned in kind. You are...Kova, are you not? I've heard of some of your work. Saya tried not to show it, but she did have a little bit of grudging respect for the Andorian. If Kova ever turned her skills seriously against the station, Saya knew they'd be lucky to recover anything. Her own skills were...good, but not at that level. [Shavan & T’Laara - Orient Express] “Well then, you’re in the right place. I’m Shavan.” Shavan replied to Charlie’s introduction. “I am T’Laara.”He turned to address the Sivaoan’s comment. “It’s fine. I’m Orion. And… Andorian.” He said the last word somewhat distractedly. Speaking of Andorians, the crowd had parted, and Shavan finally noticed Kova across the room- looking very beautiful, and very pissed off. Even more so than usual. Unbothered by her icy glare, he smirked in her direction. And wondered if he would have the chance to catch up with her later. [...] [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Orient Express] Kova found herself greeted pleasantly enough by the Bajoran male. He seemed completely oblivious to the affront of the walking contradiction sitting next to him. In fact, it was a puzzle that Kova had yet to figure out. The Bajoran were a passionate and deeply spiritual people. How in the cosmos had that woman reconciled those two differences? How was it possible for her to uphold logic and worship the prophets? Or were they simply 'wormhole aliens' to her? These were only a few of questions that had begun to plague Kova's mind where Saya was concerned. And then she spoke. Greeting her coyly as if she didn't really know who Kova was. The Andorian's eyes narrowed slightly, as she replied. "Yes, I am Kova," she stated flatly. Kova could hear the condescension in her words. 'Heard of some of her work?' As if it were to be written off as the project of some failing freshman at Starfleet Academy. Did she really expect Kova to just sit here and listen to this? And sober no less? Where the hell was that Irishman with her drink?! "And your are the illustrious Chief Ozu Saya," Kova replied. "They sing your praises akin to Montgomery Scott and Miles O'Brien." Kova smiled with just a hint of sarcasm. Because this woman sure as hell was no Miles O'Brien. "This is your husband, I take it?" Kova wondered if there'd be any sort of affection in the woman's tone when she spoke of the man that she supposedly loved. Perhaps the Bajoran in her could spare some sort of spark. Or maybe it was just a raging inferno every seven years.... She motioned to the waiter that was taking orders and made it known that she wanted the Red Pepper Rollatini and the Mediterranean Vegetable Stew. It seemed to be among the few items on the menu that seemed palatable. Leave it to humans to be so self-centered that they didn't consider other cultures when entertaining. First the booze and now the food. This had the makings of a long night. From across the room, she noticed Shavan give her a small smile of acknowledgement. A smile, while he paraded around with his shiny little Vulcan. To mate once every seven years, they certainly seemed to be multiplying from everywhere all of a sudden.
Tag: Ozu Saya (& Kyo) Soft Tag: Shavan Th'zhaar [Ozu Saya and Domen Kyo] Saya flushed slightly, her face going a light shade of green. She'd certainly flubbed that. She'd meant to be respectful, unsure how open the Andorian was with the work she did for Starfleet. They shared some similar skills with computers that were better not necessarily spoken of openly. I don't consider myself at anything like their level of skill and experience, she said quietly. Kyo rescued her from having to say anything else for the moment by, putting his arm around her shoulder and leaning a little closer to ask Kova, What brings you out tonight? He gave Saya a little squeeze, which caused her to glance over her shoulder and smile at him, relieving her embarrassment. One of our first trips together was on the real Orient Express with Judy, actually. So this was a nice opportunity for a special night out for us.
Tag Kova Sh'qaleq
[ Alec and Aryn Trenzal, Imahl Shahal] Imahl peeled off from the El-Aurians as they entered the train, having no desire to be stuck at a table with Sir Doug all evening (pretentious twit), so he grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter and looked around for another option. Alec and Aryn followed Doug to a table, chuckling over his suggestions for further reality in the simulation. Alec helped Aryn sit, then took his own seat, leaving her between the two males. Oof, Aryn said in response to Sir Doug's question. Eleven months, and I feel every minute of it. But with triplets... she held her arms out in front of her and traced the shape of her swollen belly, several inches further out. If I even make it that long, Aryn added ruefully. I very much doubt you'll make the full fourteen, Alec said, his worry evident in his tone. Aryn reached over and patted his leg. He's very worried for me, she said. Triplets, her husband stressed with wide eyes. Aryn shrugged helplessly at Sir Doug with a small smile. [Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman, MBE, PhD, JD, MBA, PE, RA - ]Sir Doug's eyes seemed to pop behind his glasses. Triplets! This was remarkable. For some species it was normal to have litters, but El-Aurians normally only carried one child at a time. This, coupled with the fact that their species had a naturally low birthrate, and had recently been decimated, led Doug to think that these could be the first triplets of their species born since the attack on their homeworld. "It's not every day you hear about El-Aurian triplets. Or every decade, for that matter," he toned down his sentiment. "Congratulations."Naturally, this led him to another thought. Sure, their people's excellent institutions of learning (though they were not so excellent in the mind of a younger Dugris Zaman) were gone, but this was hardly the classic place to raise a family. "What brought you, and them, out here?" he asked.
Tag Ozu Saya [ Alec and Aryn Trenzal] Indeed, Alec said with feeling. And thank you. We're thrilled and terrified.
We mainly came out here to be somewhere relatively safe and out of the way, but still with access to good medical facilities. I've been a doctor in various fields for most of my life, so I've spent the time since we found out brushing up on my obstetrics, and more specifically on multiple births and birth complications since we learned it was triplets. I haven't spoken with the CMO here yet, but I'm prepared to deliver them myself if I have to.Aryn patted his leg again before moving her hand to stroke over her belly. I'm a linguist, and this area has a variety of cultures that I'm interested in. But I also wanted more of an occupation to work at instead of just research. Alec's taking a medical sabbatical, barring emergencies where he can help, to help run the bookshop, especially once the babies are born, though we're probably going to have to hire some help to, both for the shop and the babies.
Eesh, I'm hungry, she said suddenly leaning forward to peer at the menu. Oh, I want it all!
Okay, the pastirma, the shrimp...no chicken...no shrimp, definitely shrimp, and the creme brulee.Alec chuckled and said, I'll get different things and you can sample from mine.
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730 Likes: 81
Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Sept 7, 2020 12:10:11 GMT
[Chloe Hudson - Orient Express]
Chloe was a little taken aback by Eliska's wink and apparent flirtation. "I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name? I'm Chloe," she said introducing herself with her signature smile. "Wow, five months? You're right it is hard to believe," Chloe said to Lea. She knew it had been hard for her since Fels had left. It was awful of him to leave especially after what he'd put her through and even more so since she had only just had Aven. Still, perhaps if he was the sort of man who'd do that it was for the best so Lea could move on and have the happiness she deserved. Chloe knew to avoid mentioning any of that, of course. "Your team never ceases to impress, I'm sure the food will be excellent," she smiled. "So Redd," she asked looking into his eyes. "What is it you do for a living? I can't imagine being the conductor of a train for holodeck parties is a full time job?" [Benjamin J. "Redd" Reddington - Orient Express]Reddington chuckled at the young woman's inquisitiveness, and seemingly innocent question. He lowered his glass to the table, gimlet momentarily forgotten, and answered, "My background is finance, dear Miss Hudson. I used to consult mostly, and advise burgeoning economies on behalf of the Federation and its interests. After a spot of bother, I found myself here, screw loose and fancy-free, on Front Ear. I offered my expertise to APISS." Benjamin J. Reddington had been alive for a while, and he had seen many things. In his professional opinion, he could be quite the useful addition to a team. Noticing that most of the guests had ordered their preferred dishes, he plucked the retro microphone from beneath the table where he'd secreted it, and moved to stand. "Excuse me, ladies, I must address the masses." Normally he might tap on a glass to demand the attention of dinner guests, but in this case the amplified sound of his voice would carry to all without need for banging on glassware. Hat and jacket removed, he stepped away from the table and began the proper introductions. "On behalf of the Association of Promenade Interests in Service & Security, I would like to officially welcome you all to the new and improved Front Ear Awards. This was actually something that was held annually when the outpost here was originally established, but unfortunately fell by the roadside when management changed hands." He waved his hand in a dismissive gesture at the mention of old management, but did not want to make his audience dwell on that past for too long. "Now that we have a reason to celebrate we thought it might not only benefit our treasured clientele, but also the business owners themselves, and our much-appreciated Starfleet friends, to honour those who have striven long and hard to make our Station a home." He paused for a round of applause. "Yes, yes indeed. This is home."His arms swept toward his table, where the ladies in attendance were either ordering or returning their menus to their servers. "You've no doubt had the opportunity to glimpse this mouth-watering menu, provided to us by the Blue Beta Bar & Grill, a five star dining experience of our very own out here in the Beta Quadrant. Our thanks to Ms. Mazal and her people!" He led another round of applause as he turned to Leanna and gave a little bow in her direction. "Try not to drool too much over her staff. It's hard, I know, they're all far, far too good-looking. Where do you get them from, my dear? Is there a catalogue?" Reddington chuckled, getting into his stride and obviously enjoying himself immensely. The man stepped closer to the table that held the majority of the business owners. "Tonight would not be possible without the support of our hard-working people who open up those shutters on our Promenade day in and day out, without fail and often in the face of adversity. It takes a special kind of person to make things work out here. A round of applause please for our representatives from The Twilight Hotel & Casino, Imahl's Toys & Trinkets, The Spudriq, The Serenity Day Spa - I believe there's a coupon for a complimentary facial in every swag bag, how marvelous of them. Bend the Trend Boutique are in attendance, and we have representatives from the Federation News Network here, jolly cosmopolitan! Hello, hello, please be gentle. The Shining Quartz, ladies and gentlemen, an establishment that sparkles almost as much as its proprietress, and Take Me Gagh, our own taste of klingon heaven. The Spotty Alibi sends their apologies for their absence, I believe they were busy washing their floors..." He smiled along with some of the titters. "We have a host of awards to give out tonight, my friends. Contribution to the Arts, Best Shop Facade, Meritorious Service, to name but a few. We would all of us like, however, to get some food inside of us before we begin the blubbering acceptance speeches so please, dig in, be merry and we will be with you shortly. I am Benjamin J. Reddington and tonight, for one night only, I am at your service." He bent in a bow again, this time much lower, gave a small wave and rejoined his table so he could begin to enjoy the sumptuous meal he was about to be served.
Direct tag: Matthew Harmon (Chloe). Tags all for dinner.
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730 Likes: 81
Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Sept 7, 2020 12:55:02 GMT
[Holodeck 1 – Orient Express, Entrance Cart] The man with the tux observed his surroundings as he took a sip of his old style drink. It tasted smooth, and felt the drink coming down his throat as he did not feel the burn of bourbon. It was a good bourbon and the mixed drink was high quality and could see all the details including an orange peel. Tom was impressed by the details of the program as the train and the cart were programmed well. He began walking around the entrance cart and slowly made his way into the Dining Cart. [Dinning Cart] Tom closed the cart door behind him when he observed a group of people, two females and one male that he did not recognize. It appeared that they were having a conversation. In that group was the woman of the hour. The intrepid reported Charlie Fox, the reason why he even came to the program in the first place. It did not mean to be spoken, but he needed her. She has resources and contact that Gorion did not have. From their former adventure, he knew that the woman had a conscience, and she was the first guest on the Falcon and knew about Gorion. Tom took another sip of his drink, and he tried to overhear their conversation for a second. He wanted to make sure that he would interrupt anything significant. As he took another sip of his drink, he observed the light orange color of his drink as he began thinking of his short journey. *** [2 Weeks Ago – S.S. Falcon] Tom laid in his bed as he still felt the pain of the attack. He could not prove anything but that he was confident that the people that attacked him were not homeless but assassins. The question is who sent them to him and why? Was it related to Ellis? Was it associated with Mr. 79? Jett looked down as he still had plenty of questions and no answer. He felt that for every step he takes, he uncovers more problems than solutions. The man felt frustrated and not happy. It was a second when he heard someone in the comms. “Captain, we are getting a message for you.” Aella mentioned in the comms. Tom’s face appeared to be confused as he was not expecting any messages from anyone. Most individuals did not know where he was or what he was doing. Stop quickly sat from his bed and asked in the comms “Location?” . Aella responded , “Unknown, whoever is sending this is good, I mean excellent at this. There is soo much protection here that they did not want us to track them down” . Tom then appeared more confused “Sounds something like….nevermind…relayed it to here” . Tom ordered as he thought that this was something they would do in the war in highly classified missions. “One second” Aella stated as a familiar face appeared in front of him. Tom observed from the screen the voice and visual of Felicity Ellis. She appeared to be in some sort of luxurious environment. She was wearing a dress and she seemed to be in better shape than himself. He appeared to be surprised as he could not hide his excitement. After weeks of searching and looking for clues at least, he was able to see her and see that she was at least for the moment alive and safe. “Felicity? Is that really you?” The man asked. As he was still shocked to be in actual contact with her. It took a second for him to register the situation as he was caught unaware and he then said “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” Tom's voice was unusually soft and concerned. It was not his cocky attitude. But rather that of someone that cared. His eyes betrayed him as they watered for a second. “Where are you? I have been looking for you in the last two weeks. You left some abruptly without even saying goodbye. I thought the worse for you. I can’t leave behind one of my few…friends”. Tom stated as for a second; he was vulnerable and concerned for her. He knew she could take care of herself, but he also knew that she would protect other people even if it affects herself. [Present Day = Dining Cart] Tom finished his sip as the memory played for just a second. He looked at Charlie and did not know how to approach the situation. He hopes that she would remember him since it has been a while since they had a conversation. [ Left Ear to-Ennien] Left Ear's ears swiveled, picking up the conversation she was involved in as well as pieces of those occurring at the tables around theirs. Her nose wrinkled slightly at the smell of the alcohol many of the other guests were drinking, but she knew she'd have to just tolerate it if she was going to stay for the event. And all of these different people were fascinating enough to take her mind off of it. The artificial environment was so real, too! She'd never have guessed it wasn't real if she hadn't known. She sat in one of the chairs (a little tall for her comfort) with her tail dangling down one side to trail on the floor behind her. Left Ear arched her whiskers again at Shavan and said, Thank you for answering my questions. I'd like to speak to you more, maybe even take some medical scans, if you'd permit, later. I'd like to learn as much as I can about the crew who might end up on Kerelia.
Oh, yes, she said eagerly, shifting her attention to the Vulcan. One of our healers came with the initial group, but I was so excited about the idea of meeting different species, so I came, too.Left Ear noticed Charlie picking up the menu and looked at it herself. She could read the words, but none of them meant a thing to her. She'd tried a few dishes from the replicator, but none of those things was listed. Would you help me choose something? she asked the reporter. I don't know what any of it is. Except for alcohol, I'll eat anything a human does, or at least try it. Her tail raise into a corkscrew again. [Charlie Fox - Orient Express, Dining Car]
Charlie was staring at a man in a tuxedo. He looked terribly familiar. He looked terribly like Thomas Jett. She squinted in his general direction. It can't be...Can't be here. Surely Thomas Jett is off making a nuisance of himself somewhere far-flung, being a danger to young women in some alien system...She had heard mutterings of him being a friend of Captain Ellis, of someone matching his modus operandi operating out of a Federation outpost, but that had been before she'd arrived. She started a little at Left Ear's question, the Sivaoan breaking her very focused stare at the middle-aged man in the fancy suit. "Oh, sure." She blinked and turned to face her fellow guest, her mouth curving upward into a friendly smile. "Let's see," she said and picked up the menu again to run through it with Left Ear. "Well, caviar is fish eggs. You spread them on something and they kind of, like, pop in your mouth. Definitely an acquired taste. Next up we have beef, comes from an Earth cow, a red meat, sliced thinly, you might enjoy that. The vegetarian options are usually the safest if you're unsure - roasted red peppers are vegetables, tasty, with goat's cheese. Do you know cheese? Dairy. Artichoke is another plant - I think a thistle? It's green, it'll have a bit of a bitter kick with the lemon I'd say. Then for mains there's a sausage, that's normally from the pig, hearty dinner choice. The veggie stew with the pepper will have a spice to it, that's what I ordered, I like spicy. Chicken and tarragon is very straightforward, and for those with less adventurous tastes, but satisfying all the same. Shrimp is a type of seafood, it has a hard outer shell but its innards can be tender and delicious."Charlie was starving and she wanted them all, in truth. "Does that help?" She picked up her refreshed champagne glass and took a long sip, letting the bubbles stave off the hunger. At the mention of the FNN, she raised her glass in Reddington's general direction, but then pointed at her eyes and then at him, in an "I'm watching you" motion, and grinned wickedly.
Tags: Ozu Saya (Left Ear), Thomas Jett . *** [Felicity Ellis - Study, Unknown]Two weeks prior..."It's me," she confirmed, unable to keep from smiling at his enthusiasm. "You've looked better, Tom."Felicity sat down at the desk and leaned forward, closer to the communications panel as her eyes scanned him, trying to gauge the extent of his injuries. Her smile faded as he continued speaking and those pesky feelings of guilt, the ones that were never too far away, returned with full force. "I'm sorry I left without telling you. It wasn't intentional; unfortunately I wasn't given much of a choice. But I'm okay, I promise."She had been following his progress these last few weeks, believing that it would take him longer to make any headway. She had wanted to reach out, and had almost done so many times, but her need for secrecy had kept her from doing it. Until now, that is. When it became apparent that he would be leaving a trail of bodies in his wake, it became imperative that she reach out. "You can stop looking."
Tag: Thomas Jett
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Sept 7, 2020 13:55:42 GMT
[Ozu Saya and Domen Kyo] Saya flushed slightly, her face going a light shade of green. She'd certainly flubbed that. She'd meant to be respectful, unsure how open the Andorian was with the work she did for Starfleet. They shared some similar skills with computers that were better not necessarily spoken of openly. I don't consider myself at anything like their level of skill and experience, she said quietly. Kyo rescued her from having to say anything else for the moment by, putting his arm around her shoulder and leaning a little closer to ask Kova, What brings you out tonight? He gave Saya a little squeeze, which caused her to glance over her shoulder and smile at him, relieving her embarrassment. One of our first trips together was on the real Orient Express with Judy, actually. So this was a nice opportunity for a special night out for us.Dugris Zaman [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Orient Express] Kova wasn't quite certain how to interpret what she was seeing? In some ways, the Vulcan seemed... uncomfortable. And her reply to Kova's false praise was unexpected. Normally, a Vulcan would give reasons to that held themselves in even higher regard, or at the very least give a long-winded response to which Kova wouldn't bother to listen to half of. Yet, what she was seeing from Saya was what? Modesty? Embarassment? She looked at the champagne flute and wondered if this stuff was actually starting to work. Kova also witnessed the warmth of the Bajoran as he placed his arm around Saya, and moved to change the subject. Well, it was obvious that he cared for her. Yet, as he spoke, Kova began to see just how deeply woven the web around her was. It seemed that they had personal ties with Commander Eastman. "Really? So, this is just a little stroll down memory lane for you two?"That was the moment Jack came to the rescue. Had she downed about half a dozen of those champagnes flutes, she probably would have kissed him for making a timely rescue from hearing about the budding romance of this pair. He presented her with the drink, mentioning that it was Rigellian. She committed the number fifteen to memory. "Thank you," Kova commented as she took the glass. She sampled it quickly and her eyes widened at the sudden kick. She exhaled and placed the glass on the table. "Ah... much improved. Do me a favor and stay close."Her eyes then moved to the pair at the table with her. She supposed she could have traded insults with the Tellarite for the evening, but that did get old rather quickly. And she supposed that she should actually try to avoid starting a fight. Thus, she turned her attention back to the couple. "Well, Chief, you clearly know your way around a hydrospanner. What about you, Kyo? What is it that you do?"
Tag: Ozu Saya (& Kyo), Thea Baker (Jack)
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Sept 7, 2020 15:36:20 GMT
[ Leanna - Orient Express] As they were joined by Chloe who instantly joined in with their observations and whispered conversation about Redd. Lea understood what both women were saying in regards to what kind of host he would be and how it could be something that they could live with, if he knew how to take no for an answer. He may have an eye for the ladies and knew how to flatter and make them feel good, but she didn't get any bad vibes from Redd. Although the confession from Eliska about him not being the only one interested, the bar owner grinned. With Redd returning to the table and Chloe quickly changing the topic to ask Lea about the kids, Lea instantly answered, happy to talk about the two things that she had managed to get right despite all of the heartache. " They're doing really well, thank you, it's hard to believe that Aven is five months now".Then as the waiter arrived to take their orders after Redd had picked up his own menu, it hadn't gone unnoticed of where he had sat or the comment he had made, knowing that it wasn't just the menu that he was referring too. In fact Lea had to surpress a grin as Chloe then Eliska made their choices, before Redd lead them in a toast. " Yes to all of that " she added, before she reassured Eliska about the menu. " It's from a country back on Earth, most of the food is recreated from the 1920's era to fit in with the theme and carefully put together by my team so I think you'll enjoy it".Then Lea gave her order to the waiter as her orange gin and lemon soda arrived. " I'll have the Pastirma and the Pan Seared Jumbo Shrimp please".[Benjamin J. "Redd" Reddington - Orient Express]"Kind is my middle name, Miss Hudson," Benjamin J. Reddington informed her with a smile. "Well it's actually Jacobim, but don't tell anyone." His sainted mother had well and truly been in her cups when she dreamed up that one. As everyone busied themselves with ordering he found himself going over his talking points in his head. Reddington was still very much sharp as a tack, but his time in prison with no access to anything remotely stimulating, and with no worthy adversaries to pit himself against, he feared he might have dulled somewhat. He sipped a little distractedly at his gimlet, which was excellent, in case you were wondering, and didn't re-engage in the conversation at his very attractive table until someone mentioned children. "Leanna! Two children did I hear you say? Surely not my dear, you look far too young to boast such an accomplishment."He was most entertained by Eliska's attempts at the menu. "Crème brûlée, dear Elissska, is a dessert, or a sweet, from France on Earth. It is a creamy vanilla custard with a caramelised sugar layer atop it. I would imagine the rich Turkish coffee will offset the intense sweet with a piquant darkness. I believe it will suit you." His eyes flashed with just a little mischief. [Chloe Hudson - Orient Express]
Chloe was a little taken aback by Eliska's wink and apparent flirtation. "I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name? I'm Chloe," she said introducing herself with her signature smile. "Wow, five months? You're right it is hard to believe," Chloe said to Lea. She knew it had been hard for her since Fels had left. It was awful of him to leave especially after what he'd put her through and even more so since she had only just had Aven. Still, perhaps if he was the sort of man who'd do that it was for the best so Lea could move on and have the happiness she deserved. Chloe knew to avoid mentioning any of that, of course. "Your team never ceases to impress, I'm sure the food will be excellent," she smiled. "So Redd," she asked looking into his eyes. "What is it you do for a living? I can't imagine being the conductor of a train for holodeck parties is a full time job?" [Benjamin J. "Redd" Reddington - Orient Express]Reddington chuckled at the young woman's inquisitiveness, and seemingly innocent question. He lowered his glass to the table, gimlet momentarily forgotten, and answered, "My background is finance, dear Miss Hudson. I used to consult mostly, and advise burgeoning economies on behalf of the Federation and its interests. After a spot of bother, I found myself here, screw loose and fancy-free, on Front Ear. I offered my expertise to APISS." Benjamin J. Reddington had been alive for a while, and he had seen many things. In his professional opinion, he could be quite the useful addition to a team. Noticing that most of the guests had ordered their preferred dishes, he plucked the retro microphone from beneath the table where he'd secreted it, and moved to stand. "Excuse me, ladies, I must address the masses." Normally he might tap on a glass to demand the attention of dinner guests, but in this case the amplified sound of his voice would carry to all without need for banging on glassware. Hat and jacket removed, he stepped away from the table and began the proper introductions. "On behalf of the Association of Promenade Interests in Service & Security, I would like to officially welcome you all to the new and improved Front Ear Awards. This was actually something that was held annually when the outpost here was originally established, but unfortunately fell by the roadside when management changed hands." He waved his hand in a dismissive gesture at the mention of old management, but did not want to make his audience dwell on that past for too long. "Now that we have a reason to celebrate we thought it might not only benefit our treasured clientele, but also the business owners themselves, and our much-appreciated Starfleet friends, to honour those who have striven long and hard to make our Station a home." He paused for a round of applause. "Yes, yes indeed. This is home."His arms swept toward his table, where the ladies in attendance were either ordering or returning their menus to their servers. "You've no doubt had the opportunity to glimpse this mouth-watering menu, provided to us by the Blue Beta Bar & Grill, a five star dining experience of our very own out here in the Beta Quadrant. Our thanks to Ms. Mazal and her people!" He led another round of applause as he turned to Leanna and gave a little bow in her direction. "Try not to drool too much over her staff. It's hard, I know, they're all far, far too good-looking. Where do you get them from, my dear? Is there a catalogue?" Reddington chuckled, getting into his stride and obviously enjoying himself immensely. The man stepped closer to the table that held the majority of the business owners. "Tonight would not be possible without the support of our hard-working people who open up those shutters on our Promenade day in and day out, without fail and often in the face of adversity. It takes a special kind of person to make things work out here. A round of applause please for our representatives from The Twilight Hotel & Casino, Imahl's Toys & Trinkets, The Spudriq, The Serenity Day Spa - I believe there's a coupon for a complimentary facial in every swag bag, how marvelous of them. Bend the Trend Boutique are in attendance, and we have representatives from the Federation News Network here, jolly cosmopolitan! Hello, hello, please be gentle. The Shining Quartz, ladies and gentlemen, an establishment that sparkles almost as much as its proprietress, and Take Me Gagh, our own taste of klingon heaven. The Spotty Alibi sends their apologies for their absence, I believe they were busy washing their floors..." He smiled along with some of the titters. "We have a host of awards to give out tonight, my friends. Contribution to the Arts, Best Shop Facade, Meritorious Service, to name but a few. We would all of us like, however, to get some food inside of us before we begin the blubbering acceptance speeches so please, dig in, be merry and we will be with you shortly. I am Benjamin J. Reddington and tonight, for one night only, I am at your service." He bent in a bow again, this time much lower, gave a small wave and rejoined his table so he could begin to enjoy the sumptuous meal he was about to be served. [ Cwm Eliska Bremmer - Orient Express ]Food from Earth. From the past, and from some culture she'd never even heard of. At least Leanna was not talking to her as though she ought to have known that. That certainly was new, given the number of people who assumed that because she was Human she had been born on Sol III and knew everything there was to know about it. Well, that wasn't the case. All in all, she'd only been there a handful of times, and never left to her own devices to explore. Survival training in Arizona, Brasil, Antarctica, British Columbia, Russia and a hellish hole known as Wainwright, Alberta, plus a few days on a field trip to Starfleet Command and Paris, and that was it. She'd not had a chance to make it to where her ancestors were said to have originated in a region known as Silesia, or to see much of anything else that wasn't on their itinerary, or in the limited areas they were restricted to when they were briefly quartered planetside. So, to her things like 'Turkish' and regional dishes meant very little. But where Lea was informative and fairly concise, their host was condescending and felt about as oily as a chip filtered out of the oil in the kettle after it had cooled. Did he really expect people to fall for that smarmy attempt at charm? Or that just being wealthy would get someone in his bed if he showed but the merest bits of attention. "Ah, thank you," though was what Eliska said, offering the bartender a genuine smile which came somewhat more forced when she offered both of them a nod at their explanations. But when the other woman introduced herself, Eliska's expression warmed considerably, matching her smile with her own. "You've probably heard our dear host speak to me, it's Eliska, without the snake sounds." As she spoke, she grinned broadly, and then turned her attention towards Redd as he offered his speech. Damn was he long-winded!
Tag Leanna Mazal Matthew Harmon (Cloe} Soft Charlie Fox
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Leanna Mazal
Civilian
Posts: 1,728 Likes: 32
Position: Civilian
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Leanna Mazal on Sept 7, 2020 16:18:44 GMT
[ Leanna - Orient Express] With Chloe introducing herself to Eliska, before the other woman and Lea's friend agreed with how hard it was to think of Aven as a five month old. Leanna appreciated how she didn't have to comment further and bring up the unpleasantness that had happened. Although she was sure in time, that she would be able to mention Fells without breaking down in tears or breaking any of her belongings at the injustice of it all. However she was able to tear herself away from those particular thoughts as Redd paid her another rather flattering comment about how she couldn't possibly be old enough to have two children. That earned the Host a grin and a small blush, his methods clearly having a positive influence on the Betazoid as she reached for her drink and took a hearty sip in a flirty manner. It was a move that was more like the old Leanna and someone who she was keen to be once again, determined not to have her heart broken or be ..... Another sip and Lea was able to rejoin the conversation as Chloe became inquisitive with their host. Lea listened with interest, before he excused himself in order to continue his host duties. Applauding as she listened to his speech, before nodding and smiling appreciatively as the Blue Beta was given a mention and he bowed in her direction, when he said her name. At the playful comment he made about her staff, he wasn't wrong, not that she had hired them purely on looks but no doubt Jack and some of the others would get a kick out of it. " Ah that's a secret" she quipped, before he approached one of the business owner tables. Again giving Redd her full attention, as they were introduced reminding Lea that she needed to book some time in the Serenity Spa and the facial voucher would definitely be used. The Bar Owner had a soft spot for the Spotty Alibi so didn't join in with the titters but as Redd began to finish his speech about the awards and the food, Lea didn't take her eyes off of him until he rejoined their table and she took another sip of her gin. The arrival of Kit and some of the others taking her focus away from Eliska for a moment as they started to serve the appetisers and she spoke with them. ***************
[ Jack - Orient Express] Jack had half expected to leave Kova with her drink and the company she had, until the Andorian thanked him for the drink and asked him to stay close. The Irishman wasn't about to say no as it wasn't every day that someone wanted him to do a favour for them, well maybe except Lea or Seamus, so he was definitely going to oblige. " Sure, I'll stay close" he replied softly, deciding to change his route that would allow him to do that and still attend to the other diners.
tag Charlie Fox Matthew Harmon Eliska Bremmer, Kova Sh'qaleq from Jack
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Thomas Jett
Civilian
Posts: 136 Likes: 5
Position: Civilian - Captain
Species: Human
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Post by Thomas Jett on Sept 7, 2020 16:26:26 GMT
[Holodeck 1 – Orient Express, Entrance Cart] [Present Day = Dining Cart] Tom observed at Charlie made eye contact with him. A clear signal that she saw him and he was looking at him. Tom figured that she probably though or was thinking that he could cause trouble or bring drama in the holodeck. In which she would not be partly wrong. The last time he saw her was on Torros, and it seemed like yesterday, but time has passed. After a while, it appeared she remembered him. He felt kind of awkward that after a while, he was going to ask her for help. But even though she was headstrong, there are two traits that she smart and a hell of a reporter and wanted to seek the truth—something they both want. Tom saw as someone was getting their attention, and it appeared that the dinner and evening are underway. The individual was presenting, and it seemed that Charlie was one of the guests of honors with other individuals. He approached her table and observed that there was an open seat. He took another sip of his drink as he walked onto the table of individuals that he barely knew. He then asked to the main table at an open seat , "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" . The man politely said as he did not want to intrude on their conversation. As he waited for their response, his mind wandered into the past. *** Tom kept looking at Felicity as part of him could not believe that he was talking to her. [2 Weeks Ago – S.S. Falcon Medical Bay] [Felicity Ellis - Study, Unknown]Two weeks prior..."It's me," she confirmed, unable to keep from smiling at his enthusiasm. "You've looked better, Tom."Felicity sat down at the desk and leaned forward, closer to the communications panel as her eyes scanned him, trying to gauge the extent of his injuries. Her smile faded as he continued speaking, and those pesky feelings of guilt, the ones that were never too far away, returned with full force. "I'm sorry I left without telling you. It wasn't intentional; unfortunately I wasn't given much of a choice. But I'm okay, I promise." She had been following his progress these last few weeks, believing that it would take him longer to make any headway. She had wanted to reach out, and had almost done so many times, but her need for secrecy had kept her from doing it. Until now, that is. When it became apparent that he would be leaving a trail of bodies in his wake, it became imperative that she reach out. "You can stop looking." Tom listened to Felicity's words and smiled. "I'm sorry if I am staring too much. You were hard to find. If you want to, I can close my eyes" . Tom said with a mischievous smile. He knew that she meant to stop looking for her. But he decided to answer her literally. Hearing that she was okay and she promised made him feel a little better. He looked around his bed and responded from his injuries. “I’m fine. You of all people should know that the only time a Captain can get some rest and if "off" duty is on the Medical Bay." He responded in case she wondered. He had a smile on his face as for a second he stop feeling the pain and he focused on everything. He studied the surrounding of Ellis and noticed that she was somewhere that appeared to be luxurious. He wondered for clues of her surroundings from everything of what she was wearing. He then straightens up as he looked at her once again. He looked at the dress, which appeared to be casual, and he commented "Nice dress. You look good." . Tom complimented her. He smiled as he then turned a little more serious. "Knowing you. You are keeping a secret to either protect yourself or to protect me. You will tell me you are okay, even if you are not. Felicity, just talk to me, explain to me what's going on. I want to be there for you. I want to support you. I know I am not the ideal individual or the best person in the world or the smartest. But…I do have some skills that can be useful. I'll even leave the Falcon behind if I need too. Just talk to me …please. This is not like you. . Tom pleaded to her. His tone was almost close to begging. He knew Felicity would not leave behind Fron Ear. Her crew, her friends without a good reason. And keeping it all a secret was not the norm. His blue eyes had sincerity with them. He tried to do a fake smile as he did not want her to feel sad or for her to realize this was hard for him. *** [Present Day – Dining Cart] As he waited for an answer. Tom looked at the empty chair almost as he was in a daze. He was still reliving the feeling that he had at the moment of the conversation. Relief, happiness, sadness all those feelings that he still felt in his heart. It was the story of his life. That nothing goes as planned. Tag Charlie Fox (Past) Dinning Table (Open to anyone)
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on Sept 7, 2020 22:37:38 GMT
[ Left Ear to-Ennien] Left Ear's ears swiveled, picking up the conversation she was involved in as well as pieces of those occurring at the tables around theirs. Her nose wrinkled slightly at the smell of the alcohol many of the other guests were drinking, but she knew she'd have to just tolerate it if she was going to stay for the event. And all of these different people were fascinating enough to take her mind off of it. The artificial environment was so real, too! She'd never have guessed it wasn't real if she hadn't known. She sat in one of the chairs (a little tall for her comfort) with her tail dangling down one side to trail on the floor behind her. Left Ear arched her whiskers again at Shavan and said, Thank you for answering my questions. I'd like to speak to you more, maybe even take some medical scans, if you'd permit, later. I'd like to learn as much as I can about the crew who might end up on Kerelia.
Oh, yes, she said eagerly, shifting her attention to the Vulcan. One of our healers came with the initial group, but I was so excited about the idea of meeting different species, so I came, too.Left Ear noticed Charlie picking up the menu and looked at it herself. She could read the words, but none of them meant a thing to her. She'd tried a few dishes from the replicator, but none of those things was listed. Would you help me choose something? she asked the reporter. I don't know what any of it is. Except for alcohol, I'll eat anything a human does, or at least try it. Her tail raise into a corkscrew again. [ Shavan & T’Laara - Orient Express] “Indeed.” T’Laara replied to Charlie, and looked with disdain towards Redd and the VIP table- which she had wasted no time in scorning upon her arrival. She found an empty seat and picked up a menu as the Sivaoan kept talking. Shavan narrowed his eyes. Medical scans? Nobody was going near him with medical scans. And he didn’t miss that the question was only directed toward him, and not these two other fine specimens of their species. But he gave the Sivaoan a polite smile. “Of course. I find your species to be… very interesting as well.” Meaning he wasn’t sure that he liked them very much. He pretended to be studying the menu while listening to Charlie’s explanation of it. Shavan wouldn’t admit it but he didn’t know what a lot of it was either. In the end he ordered the caviar and sausage. And a stronger drink. T’Laara ordered the vegetarian options, of course. She was used to human food, having actually been raised primarily on Earth, not Vulcan, but not eating meat was one of the few traditions she had no desire to break. When she had finished ordering she turned back to Left Ear. "And how has your experience been so far? I have not been here very long either." A little more than a month. The announcer started talking. “A piss? Really?” Shavan muttered quietly, and rolled his eyes. And after that long-winded speech, the man hadn't even actually announced the awards, or whatever. What a pretentious waste of time. Just then a human man approached an empty seat near them, and asked if it was taken. “Not previously, but I expect it will now be taken by yourself.” T’Laara replied as a way of invitation. Neither she or Shavan had reason to object. Tag Ozu Saya Thomas Jett Soft Tag Charlie Fox
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Dugris Zaman
Civilian
Sir Alphabet Soup
Starting fires
Posts: 115 Likes: 5
Position: Consultant
Species: El-Aurian
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Post by Dugris Zaman on Sept 8, 2020 0:48:57 GMT
[ Alec and Aryn Trenzal] Indeed, Alec said with feeling. And thank you. We're thrilled and terrified.
We mainly came out here to be somewhere relatively safe and out of the way, but still with access to good medical facilities. I've been a doctor in various fields for most of my life, so I've spent the time since we found out brushing up on my obstetrics, and more specifically on multiple births and birth complications since we learned it was triplets. I haven't spoken with the CMO here yet, but I'm prepared to deliver them myself if I have to.Aryn patted his leg again before moving her hand to stroke over her belly. I'm a linguist, and this area has a variety of cultures that I'm interested in. But I also wanted more of an occupation to work at instead of just research. Alec's taking a medical sabbatical, barring emergencies where he can help, to help run the bookshop, especially once the babies are born, though we're probably going to have to hire some help to, both for the shop and the babies.
Eesh, I'm hungry, she said suddenly leaning forward to peer at the menu. Oh, I want it all!
Okay, the pastirma, the shrimp...no chicken...no shrimp, definitely shrimp, and the creme brulee.Alec chuckled and said, I'll get different things and you can sample from mine. [Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman, MBE, PhD, JD, MBA, PE, RA - Orient Express]Doug supposed this was an interesting perspective. He wouldn't necessarily deem the station to be as safe as some other parts of the Federation, but then they hadn't had a major regional war in quite some time. "I'll give you a word of warning about the CMO," Sir Doug offered, whispering as though this was salacious gossip. "Make sure that you come in with the actual CMO, Dr. Baker, and not the Assistant CMO, Dr. Kece Lunn. I get along with just about everyone, but not Dr. Lunn."He skimmed the menu himself, and made a quick decision. "I think I'll try the Tarama and the Hungarian sausage myself," he said. "Last time I ate shrimp on a train, I got food poisoning."Granted, that train was in Siberia, but at about this era.
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Matthew Harmon
Intelligence
[TI42] Frontier's Most Malcontent Malcontent
Posts: 540 Likes: 18
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Intelligence Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Matthew Harmon on Sept 8, 2020 12:37:21 GMT
[Benjamin J. "Redd" Reddington - Orient Express]Reddington chuckled at the young woman's inquisitiveness, and seemingly innocent question. He lowered his glass to the table, gimlet momentarily forgotten, and answered, "My background is finance, dear Miss Hudson. I used to consult mostly, and advise burgeoning economies on behalf of the Federation and its interests. After a spot of bother, I found myself here, screw loose and fancy-free, on Front Ear. I offered my expertise to APISS." Benjamin J. Reddington had been alive for a while, and he had seen many things. In his professional opinion, he could be quite the useful addition to a team. Noticing that most of the guests had ordered their preferred dishes, he plucked the retro microphone from beneath the table where he'd secreted it, and moved to stand. "Excuse me, ladies, I must address the masses." Normally he might tap on a glass to demand the attention of dinner guests, but in this case the amplified sound of his voice would carry to all without need for banging on glassware. Hat and jacket removed, he stepped away from the table and began the proper introductions. "On behalf of the Association of Promenade Interests in Service & Security, I would like to officially welcome you all to the new and improved Front Ear Awards. This was actually something that was held annually when the outpost here was originally established, but unfortunately fell by the roadside when management changed hands." He waved his hand in a dismissive gesture at the mention of old management, but did not want to make his audience dwell on that past for too long. "Now that we have a reason to celebrate we thought it might not only benefit our treasured clientele, but also the business owners themselves, and our much-appreciated Starfleet friends, to honour those who have striven long and hard to make our Station a home." He paused for a round of applause. "Yes, yes indeed. This is home."His arms swept toward his table, where the ladies in attendance were either ordering or returning their menus to their servers. "You've no doubt had the opportunity to glimpse this mouth-watering menu, provided to us by the Blue Beta Bar & Grill, a five star dining experience of our very own out here in the Beta Quadrant. Our thanks to Ms. Mazal and her people!" He led another round of applause as he turned to Leanna and gave a little bow in her direction. "Try not to drool too much over her staff. It's hard, I know, they're all far, far too good-looking. Where do you get them from, my dear? Is there a catalogue?" Reddington chuckled, getting into his stride and obviously enjoying himself immensely. The man stepped closer to the table that held the majority of the business owners. "Tonight would not be possible without the support of our hard-working people who open up those shutters on our Promenade day in and day out, without fail and often in the face of adversity. It takes a special kind of person to make things work out here. A round of applause please for our representatives from The Twilight Hotel & Casino, Imahl's Toys & Trinkets, The Spudriq, The Serenity Day Spa - I believe there's a coupon for a complimentary facial in every swag bag, how marvelous of them. Bend the Trend Boutique are in attendance, and we have representatives from the Federation News Network here, jolly cosmopolitan! Hello, hello, please be gentle. The Shining Quartz, ladies and gentlemen, an establishment that sparkles almost as much as its proprietress, and Take Me Gagh, our own taste of klingon heaven. The Spotty Alibi sends their apologies for their absence, I believe they were busy washing their floors..." He smiled along with some of the titters. "We have a host of awards to give out tonight, my friends. Contribution to the Arts, Best Shop Facade, Meritorious Service, to name but a few. We would all of us like, however, to get some food inside of us before we begin the blubbering acceptance speeches so please, dig in, be merry and we will be with you shortly. I am Benjamin J. Reddington and tonight, for one night only, I am at your service." He bent in a bow again, this time much lower, gave a small wave and rejoined his table so he could begin to enjoy the sumptuous meal he was about to be served. [ Cwm Eliska Bremmer - Orient Express ]Food from Earth. From the past, and from some culture she'd never even heard of. At least Leanna was not talking to her as though she ought to have known that. That certainly was new, given the number of people who assumed that because she was Human she had been born on Sol III and knew everything there was to know about it. Well, that wasn't the case. All in all, she'd only been there a handful of times, and never left to her own devices to explore. Survival training in Arizona, Brasil, Antarctica, British Columbia, Russia and a hellish hole known as Wainwright, Alberta, plus a few days on a field trip to Starfleet Command and Paris, and that was it. She'd not had a chance to make it to where her ancestors were said to have originated in a region known as Silesia, or to see much of anything else that wasn't on their itinerary, or in the limited areas they were restricted to when they were briefly quartered planetside. So, to her things like 'Turkish' and regional dishes meant very little. But where Lea was informative and fairly concise, their host was condescending and felt about as oily as a chip filtered out of the oil in the kettle after it had cooled. Did he really expect people to fall for that smarmy attempt at charm? Or that just being wealthy would get someone in his bed if he showed but the merest bits of attention. "Ah, thank you," though was what Eliska said, offering the bartender a genuine smile which came somewhat more forced when she offered both of them a nod at their explanations. But when the other woman introduced herself, Eliska's expression warmed considerably, matching her smile with her own. "You've probably heard our dear host speak to me, it's Eliska, without the snake sounds." As she spoke, she grinned broadly, and then turned her attention towards Redd as he offered his speech. Damn was he long-winded! [Chloe Hudson - Orient Express]Chloe had a feeling that there was far more to Redd than he let on, though it seemed unlikely he'd be willing to share too much more. He had a way with words, and she suspected he was adept at twisting the truth and language to suit his needs. The question is, is he dangerous or someone she should be worried about? Perhaps that was simply all her intelligence training and the paranoia Harmon fostered. Maybe she should just relax and enjoy the evening for what it is.
"Nice to meet you, Eliska without the snake sounds," she smiled. She hadn't quite heard her name before when Redd had been greeting everyone...or at least everyone he seemed to fancy. Redd's speech was all very wordy and eloquent, made to butter up the audience and make them feel special. It was vacuous, but Chloe appreciated it. It was a nice escape from the reality she had known for most of her life. A reminder that things really could get better and more comfortable. She smiled and clapped along with the speech, following the queue of the rest of the room as he gave his speech. "Well, Mr. Reddington you have a way with words, don't you? Quite the silver tongue," she smiled once he had rejoined the table and sat down.
Tag: Charlie Fox, Eliska Bremmer, soft tag Leanna Mazal
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
[TI19]
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Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
Species: Vulcan-Bajoran
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Post by Ozu Saya on Sept 8, 2020 17:24:10 GMT
[Holodeck 1 – Orient Express, Entrance Cart] The man with the tux observed his surroundings as he took a sip of his old style drink. It tasted smooth, and felt the drink coming down his throat as he did not feel the burn of bourbon. It was a good bourbon and the mixed drink was high quality and could see all the details including an orange peel. Tom was impressed by the details of the program as the train and the cart were programmed well. He began walking around the entrance cart and slowly made his way into the Dining Cart. [Dinning Cart] Tom closed the cart door behind him when he observed a group of people, two females and one male that he did not recognize. It appeared that they were having a conversation. In that group was the woman of the hour. The intrepid reported Charlie Fox, the reason why he even came to the program in the first place. It did not mean to be spoken, but he needed her. She has resources and contact that Gorion did not have. From their former adventure, he knew that the woman had a conscience, and she was the first guest on the Falcon and knew about Gorion. Tom took another sip of his drink, and he tried to overhear their conversation for a second. He wanted to make sure that he would interrupt anything significant. As he took another sip of his drink, he observed the light orange color of his drink as he began thinking of his short journey. *** [2 Weeks Ago – S.S. Falcon] Tom laid in his bed as he still felt the pain of the attack. He could not prove anything but that he was confident that the people that attacked him were not homeless but assassins. The question is who sent them to him and why? Was it related to Ellis? Was it associated with Mr. 79? Jett looked down as he still had plenty of questions and no answer. He felt that for every step he takes, he uncovers more problems than solutions. The man felt frustrated and not happy. It was a second when he heard someone in the comms. “Captain, we are getting a message for you.” Aella mentioned in the comms. Tom’s face appeared to be confused as he was not expecting any messages from anyone. Most individuals did not know where he was or what he was doing. Stop quickly sat from his bed and asked in the comms “Location?” . Aella responded , “Unknown, whoever is sending this is good, I mean excellent at this. There is soo much protection here that they did not want us to track them down” . Tom then appeared more confused “Sounds something like….nevermind…relayed it to here” . Tom ordered as he thought that this was something they would do in the war in highly classified missions. “One second” Aella stated as a familiar face appeared in front of him. Tom observed from the screen the voice and visual of Felicity Ellis. She appeared to be in some sort of luxurious environment. She was wearing a dress and she seemed to be in better shape than himself. He appeared to be surprised as he could not hide his excitement. After weeks of searching and looking for clues at least, he was able to see her and see that she was at least for the moment alive and safe. “Felicity? Is that really you?” The man asked. As he was still shocked to be in actual contact with her. It took a second for him to register the situation as he was caught unaware and he then said “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” Tom's voice was unusually soft and concerned. It was not his cocky attitude. But rather that of someone that cared. His eyes betrayed him as they watered for a second. “Where are you? I have been looking for you in the last two weeks. You left some abruptly without even saying goodbye. I thought the worse for you. I can’t leave behind one of my few…friends”. Tom stated as for a second; he was vulnerable and concerned for her. He knew she could take care of herself, but he also knew that she would protect other people even if it affects herself. [Present Day = Dining Cart] Tom finished his sip as the memory played for just a second. He looked at Charlie and did not know how to approach the situation. He hopes that she would remember him since it has been a while since they had a conversation. [ Left Ear to-Ennien] Left Ear's ears swiveled, picking up the conversation she was involved in as well as pieces of those occurring at the tables around theirs. Her nose wrinkled slightly at the smell of the alcohol many of the other guests were drinking, but she knew she'd have to just tolerate it if she was going to stay for the event. And all of these different people were fascinating enough to take her mind off of it. The artificial environment was so real, too! She'd never have guessed it wasn't real if she hadn't known. She sat in one of the chairs (a little tall for her comfort) with her tail dangling down one side to trail on the floor behind her. Left Ear arched her whiskers again at Shavan and said, Thank you for answering my questions. I'd like to speak to you more, maybe even take some medical scans, if you'd permit, later. I'd like to learn as much as I can about the crew who might end up on Kerelia.
Oh, yes, she said eagerly, shifting her attention to the Vulcan. One of our healers came with the initial group, but I was so excited about the idea of meeting different species, so I came, too.Left Ear noticed Charlie picking up the menu and looked at it herself. She could read the words, but none of them meant a thing to her. She'd tried a few dishes from the replicator, but none of those things was listed. Would you help me choose something? she asked the reporter. I don't know what any of it is. Except for alcohol, I'll eat anything a human does, or at least try it. Her tail raise into a corkscrew again. [Charlie Fox - Orient Express, Dining Car]
Charlie was staring at a man in a tuxedo. He looked terribly familiar. He looked terribly like Thomas Jett. She squinted in his general direction. It can't be...Can't be here. Surely Thomas Jett is off making a nuisance of himself somewhere far-flung, being a danger to young women in some alien system...She had heard mutterings of him being a friend of Captain Ellis, of someone matching his modus operandi operating out of a Federation outpost, but that had been before she'd arrived. She started a little at Left Ear's question, the Sivaoan breaking her very focused stare at the middle-aged man in the fancy suit. "Oh, sure." She blinked and turned to face her fellow guest, her mouth curving upward into a friendly smile. "Let's see," she said and picked up the menu again to run through it with Left Ear. "Well, caviar is fish eggs. You spread them on something and they kind of, like, pop in your mouth. Definitely an acquired taste. Next up we have beef, comes from an Earth cow, a red meat, sliced thinly, you might enjoy that. The vegetarian options are usually the safest if you're unsure - roasted red peppers are vegetables, tasty, with goat's cheese. Do you know cheese? Dairy. Artichoke is another plant - I think a thistle? It's green, it'll have a bit of a bitter kick with the lemon I'd say. Then for mains there's a sausage, that's normally from the pig, hearty dinner choice. The veggie stew with the pepper will have a spice to it, that's what I ordered, I like spicy. Chicken and tarragon is very straightforward, and for those with less adventurous tastes, but satisfying all the same. Shrimp is a type of seafood, it has a hard outer shell but its innards can be tender and delicious."Charlie was starving and she wanted them all, in truth. "Does that help?" She picked up her refreshed champagne glass and took a long sip, letting the bubbles stave off the hunger. At the mention of the FNN, she raised her glass in Reddington's general direction, but then pointed at her eyes and then at him, in an "I'm watching you" motion, and grinned wickedly.
Tags: Ozu Saya (Left Ear), Thomas Jett . [ Left Ear to-Ennien] Left Ear's ears swiveled, picking up the conversation she was involved in as well as pieces of those occurring at the tables around theirs. Her nose wrinkled slightly at the smell of the alcohol many of the other guests were drinking, but she knew she'd have to just tolerate it if she was going to stay for the event. And all of these different people were fascinating enough to take her mind off of it. The artificial environment was so real, too! She'd never have guessed it wasn't real if she hadn't known. She sat in one of the chairs (a little tall for her comfort) with her tail dangling down one side to trail on the floor behind her. Left Ear arched her whiskers again at Shavan and said, Thank you for answering my questions. I'd like to speak to you more, maybe even take some medical scans, if you'd permit, later. I'd like to learn as much as I can about the crew who might end up on Kerelia.
Oh, yes, she said eagerly, shifting her attention to the Vulcan. One of our healers came with the initial group, but I was so excited about the idea of meeting different species, so I came, too.Left Ear noticed Charlie picking up the menu and looked at it herself. She could read the words, but none of them meant a thing to her. She'd tried a few dishes from the replicator, but none of those things was listed. Would you help me choose something? she asked the reporter. I don't know what any of it is. Except for alcohol, I'll eat anything a human does, or at least try it. Her tail raise into a corkscrew again. [ Shavan & T’Laara - Orient Express] View Attachment “Indeed.” T’Laara replied to Charlie, and looked with disdain towards Redd and the VIP table- which she had wasted no time in scorning upon her arrival. She found an empty seat and picked up a menu as the Sivaoan kept talking. Shavan narrowed his eyes. Medical scans? Nobody was going near him with medical scans. And he didn’t miss that the question was only directed toward him, and not these two other fine specimens of their species. But he gave the Sivaoan a polite smile. “Of course. I find your species to be… very interesting as well.” Meaning he wasn’t sure that he liked them very much. He pretended to be studying the menu while listening to Charlie’s explanation of it. Shavan wouldn’t admit it but he didn’t know what a lot of it was either. In the end he ordered the caviar and sausage. And a stronger drink. T’Laara ordered the vegetarian options, of course. She was used to human food, having actually been raised primarily on Earth, not Vulcan, but not eating meat was one of the few traditions she had no desire to break. When she had finished ordering she turned back to Left Ear. "And how has your experience been so far? I have not been here very long either." A little more than a month. The announcer started talking. “A piss? Really?” Shavan muttered quietly, and rolled his eyes. And after that long-winded speech, the man hadn't even actually announced the awards, or whatever. What a pretentious waste of time. Just then a human man approached an empty seat near them, and asked if it was taken. “Not previously, but I expect it will now be taken by yourself.” T’Laara replied as a way of invitation. Neither she or Shavan had reason to object. Tag Ozu Saya Thomas Jett Soft Tag Charlie Fox [ Left Ear to-Ennien] Thank you, Left Ear said cheerfully to Shavan's agreement, either ignoring or missing his reserve. Since she wasn't familiar with his scent, it wasn't entirely surprising that she wouldn't realize that he was actually reluctant about the medical scans. She listened intently to Charlie's explanation of the dishes, commenting only, Yes, we eat dairy.When Charlie finished, Left Ear said, Thank you so much, and took a moment to look over the options again with her new knowledge before the waiter asked for her order. I'd like to try the caviar, and the stew, and just water to drink, please.When he moved on, she added, I love spicy food. We have a spice that we call tail-kinkers. It's fun to slip whole ones into someone's food for a joke. Her long, pink tongue darted out and swiped at her whiskers before disappearing behind sharp teeth. Oh, I love it! she told T'Laara eagerly. So many new experiences. They did an amazing job making the quarters we share as much like the outdoors as they could. There are lots of plants in pots and climbing structures with platforms and hammocks for different sleeping options. Vines across the ceiling and hanging down. It's much more comfortable than I expected to be. We have a few permanent structures on Sivao, but most of us live in large tents that can be easily struck to move to a new camp. It's a very different way of life here.
Tag Charlie Fox and Shavan Th'zhaar[ Alec and Aryn Trenzal] Indeed, Alec said with feeling. And thank you. We're thrilled and terrified.
We mainly came out here to be somewhere relatively safe and out of the way, but still with access to good medical facilities. I've been a doctor in various fields for most of my life, so I've spent the time since we found out brushing up on my obstetrics, and more specifically on multiple births and birth complications since we learned it was triplets. I haven't spoken with the CMO here yet, but I'm prepared to deliver them myself if I have to.Aryn patted his leg again before moving her hand to stroke over her belly. I'm a linguist, and this area has a variety of cultures that I'm interested in. But I also wanted more of an occupation to work at instead of just research. Alec's taking a medical sabbatical, barring emergencies where he can help, to help run the bookshop, especially once the babies are born, though we're probably going to have to hire some help to, both for the shop and the babies.
Eesh, I'm hungry, she said suddenly leaning forward to peer at the menu. Oh, I want it all!
Okay, the pastirma, the shrimp...no chicken...no shrimp, definitely shrimp, and the creme brulee.Alec chuckled and said, I'll get different things and you can sample from mine. [Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman, MBE, PhD, JD, MBA, PE, RA - Orient Express]Doug supposed this was an interesting perspective. He wouldn't necessarily deem the station to be as safe as some other parts of the Federation, but then they hadn't had a major regional war in quite some time. "I'll give you a word of warning about the CMO," Sir Doug offered, whispering as though this was salacious gossip. "Make sure that you come in with the actual CMO, Dr. Baker, and not the Assistant CMO, Dr. Kece Lunn. I get along with just about everyone, but not Dr. Lunn."He skimmed the menu himself, and made a quick decision. "I think I'll try the Tarama and the Hungarian sausage myself," he said. "Last time I ate shrimp on a train, I got food poisoning."Granted, that train was in Siberia, but at about this era.
Tag Ozu Saya [ Alec and Aryn Trenzal] Alec and Aryn gave the waiter their orders before Alec responded to Doug's caution about the assistant CMO. Thanks for the warning, he said with a grin. We'll get in touch with Dr. Baker in the next few days to see about a check-up. You make me curious what could be wrong with this Dr. Lunn, he added with a chuckle. Aryn gasped and winced suddenly, holding her breath and pressing on a spot on her belly for several seconds. I think that was an elbow in my diaphragm, she said when she could breathe again. That's the main reason I'm not going to make it three more months, there is just no more room for them to grow.
So how did you end up out here? I'm so surprised to meet another El-Aurian. You're only the fourth? She glanced at Alec then said, No, fifth I've ever met.
Tag Dugris Zaman[Ozu Saya and Domen Kyo] Saya flushed slightly, her face going a light shade of green. She'd certainly flubbed that. She'd meant to be respectful, unsure how open the Andorian was with the work she did for Starfleet. They shared some similar skills with computers that were better not necessarily spoken of openly. I don't consider myself at anything like their level of skill and experience, she said quietly. Kyo rescued her from having to say anything else for the moment by, putting his arm around her shoulder and leaning a little closer to ask Kova, What brings you out tonight? He gave Saya a little squeeze, which caused her to glance over her shoulder and smile at him, relieving her embarrassment. One of our first trips together was on the real Orient Express with Judy, actually. So this was a nice opportunity for a special night out for us.Dugris Zaman [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Orient Express] Kova wasn't quite certain how to interpret what she was seeing? In some ways, the Vulcan seemed... uncomfortable. And her reply to Kova's false praise was unexpected. Normally, a Vulcan would give reasons to that held themselves in even higher regard, or at the very least give a long-winded response to which Kova wouldn't bother to listen to half of. Yet, what she was seeing from Saya was what? Modesty? Embarassment? She looked at the champagne flute and wondered if this stuff was actually starting to work. Kova also witnessed the warmth of the Bajoran as he placed his arm around Saya, and moved to change the subject. Well, it was obvious that he cared for her. Yet, as he spoke, Kova began to see just how deeply woven the web around her was. It seemed that they had personal ties with Commander Eastman. "Really? So, this is just a little stroll down memory lane for you two?"That was the moment Jack came to the rescue. Had she downed about half a dozen of those champagnes flutes, she probably would have kissed him for making a timely rescue from hearing about the budding romance of this pair. He presented her with the drink, mentioning that it was Rigellian. She committed the number fifteen to memory. "Thank you," Kova commented as she took the glass. She sampled it quickly and her eyes widened at the sudden kick. She exhaled and placed the glass on the table. "Ah... much improved. Do me a favor and stay close."Her eyes then moved to the pair at the table with her. She supposed she could have traded insults with the Tellarite for the evening, but that did get old rather quickly. And she supposed that she should actually try to avoid starting a fight. Thus, she turned her attention back to the couple. "Well, Chief, you clearly know your way around a hydrospanner. What about you, Kyo? What is it that you do?"
Tag: Ozu Saya (& Kyo), Thea Baker (Jack) [ [Ozu Saya and Domen Kyo] It is, Saya answered, recovering her equilibrium somewhat. Slightly different in that the train was mostly just our means of transportation throughout Europe, much as it was in this era, rather than an event in itself.It was a fun trip, but trying at times. Ancient buildings in Europe were not made for people my height. I took the skin off my forehead more than once on low beams, Kyo said with a laugh. I'm a composer, actually. Or trying to be. I played with an orchestra for a number of years - an earth instrument called a bassoon and sometimes the Bajoran tivara. I decided that I wanted to try my hand at writing music, and that works much better to keep our family together. I've gotten a couple of pieces published, but it's a slow and temperamental field.
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730 Likes: 81
Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Sept 8, 2020 18:42:56 GMT
[ Leanna - Orient Express] With Chloe introducing herself to Eliska, before the other woman and Lea's friend agreed with how hard it was to think of Aven as a five month old. Leanna appreciated how she didn't have to comment further and bring up the unpleasantness that had happened. Although she was sure in time, that she would be able to mention Fells without breaking down in tears or breaking any of her belongings at the injustice of it all. However she was able to tear herself away from those particular thoughts as Redd paid her another rather flattering comment about how she couldn't possibly be old enough to have two children. That earned the Host a grin and a small blush, his methods clearly having a positive influence on the Betazoid as she reached for her drink and took a hearty sip in a flirty manner. It was a move that was more like the old Leanna and someone who she was keen to be once again, determined not to have her heart broken or be ..... Another sip and Lea was able to rejoin the conversation as Chloe became inquisitive with their host. Lea listened with interest, before he excused himself in order to continue his host duties. Applauding as she listened to his speech, before nodding and smiling appreciatively as the Blue Beta was given a mention and he bowed in her direction, when he said her name. At the playful comment he made about her staff, he wasn't wrong, not that she had hired them purely on looks but no doubt Jack and some of the others would get a kick out of it. " Ah that's a secret" she quipped, before he approached one of the business owner tables. Again giving Redd her full attention, as they were introduced reminding Lea that she needed to book some time in the Serenity Spa and the facial voucher would definitely be used. The Bar Owner had a soft spot for the Spotty Alibi so didn't join in with the titters but as Redd began to finish his speech about the awards and the food, Lea didn't take her eyes off of him until he rejoined their table and she took another sip of her gin. The arrival of Kit and some of the others taking her focus away from Eliska for a moment as they started to serve the appetisers and she spoke with them. [Chloe Hudson - Orient Express]Chloe had a feeling that there was far more to Redd than he let on, though it seemed unlikely he'd be willing to share too much more. He had a way with words, and she suspected he was adept at twisting the truth and language to suit his needs. The question is, is he dangerous or someone she should be worried about? Perhaps that was simply all her intelligence training and the paranoia Harmon fostered. Maybe she should just relax and enjoy the evening for what it is.
"Nice to meet you, Eliska without the snake sounds," she smiled. She hadn't quite heard her name before when Redd had been greeting everyone...or at least everyone he seemed to fancy. Redd's speech was all very wordy and eloquent, made to butter up the audience and make them feel special. It was vacuous, but Chloe appreciated it. It was a nice escape from the reality she had known for most of her life. A reminder that things really could get better and more comfortable. She smiled and clapped along with the speech, following the queue of the rest of the room as he gave his speech. "Well, Mr. Reddington you have a way with words, don't you? Quite the silver tongue," she smiled once he had rejoined the table and sat down. [Benjamin J. "Redd" Reddington - Orient Express]Reddington, pleased with Leanna's audience participation and with Chloe's kind words, beamed at them as he sat back down. He took a moment to slate his thirst afresh and took a generous gulp from his gimlet, before he sat back to allow one of the servers to place the linen serviette across his lap. "That is very decent of you to say, Miss Hudson, you have certainly made my night." The young lady continued to be a treat, and of course Leanna was the most pleasant company. He hadn't yet won over Elissska, but the night was still new. "Ah, ladies, it appears as though the first course has arrived!" He looked out over the table as the servers, with straight backs and white gloves, positioned themselves behind each diner. Then, in perfect unison, they served. "Well done, well done. Bravo." Benjamin J. Reddington might be a difficult man to work for, but he always gave praise where it was due. "Shall we dig in? Bon appétit!" With a nonchalance borne of a lifetime of fine dining, Reddington began to spread some of his caviar with the provided Christofle silver. "Tell me, Miss Hudson, what is it that you do here on Front Ear, yourself?" He inquired before sampling his starter.
Tag: Matthew Harmon (Chloe), Redd's Angels
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730 Likes: 81
Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Sept 8, 2020 19:21:11 GMT
[Holodeck 1 – Orient Express, Entrance Cart] [Present Day = Dining Cart] Tom observed at Charlie made eye contact with him. A clear signal that she saw him and he was looking at him. Tom figured that she probably though or was thinking that he could cause trouble or bring drama in the holodeck. In which she would not be partly wrong. The last time he saw her was on Torros, and it seemed like yesterday, but time has passed. After a while, it appeared she remembered him. He felt kind of awkward that after a while, he was going to ask her for help. But even though she was headstrong, there are two traits that she smart and a hell of a reporter and wanted to seek the truth—something they both want. Tom saw as someone was getting their attention, and it appeared that the dinner and evening are underway. The individual was presenting, and it seemed that Charlie was one of the guests of honors with other individuals. He approached her table and observed that there was an open seat. He took another sip of his drink as he walked onto the table of individuals that he barely knew. He then asked to the main table at an open seat , "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" . The man politely said as he did not want to intrude on their conversation. As he waited for their response, his mind wandered into the past. *** [Present Day – Dining Cart] As he waited for an answer. Tom looked at the empty chair almost as he was in a daze. He was still reliving the feeling that he had at the moment of the conversation. Relief, happiness, sadness all those feelings that he still felt in his heart. It was the story of his life. That nothing goes as planned. [ Shavan & T’Laara - Orient Express] “Indeed.” T’Laara replied to Charlie, and looked with disdain towards Redd and the VIP table- which she had wasted no time in scorning upon her arrival. She found an empty seat and picked up a menu as the Sivaoan kept talking. Shavan narrowed his eyes. Medical scans? Nobody was going near him with medical scans. And he didn’t miss that the question was only directed toward him, and not these two other fine specimens of their species. But he gave the Sivaoan a polite smile. “Of course. I find your species to be… very interesting as well.” Meaning he wasn’t sure that he liked them very much. He pretended to be studying the menu while listening to Charlie’s explanation of it. Shavan wouldn’t admit it but he didn’t know what a lot of it was either. In the end he ordered the caviar and sausage. And a stronger drink. T’Laara ordered the vegetarian options, of course. She was used to human food, having actually been raised primarily on Earth, not Vulcan, but not eating meat was one of the few traditions she had no desire to break. When she had finished ordering she turned back to Left Ear. "And how has your experience been so far? I have not been here very long either." A little more than a month. The announcer started talking. “A piss? Really?” Shavan muttered quietly, and rolled his eyes. And after that long-winded speech, the man hadn't even actually announced the awards, or whatever. What a pretentious waste of time. Just then a human man approached an empty seat near them, and asked if it was taken. “Not previously, but I expect it will now be taken by yourself.” T’Laara replied as a way of invitation. Neither she or Shavan had reason to object. Thank you, Left Ear said cheerfully to Shavan's agreement, either ignoring or missing his reserve. Since she wasn't familiar with his scent, it wasn't entirely surprising that she wouldn't realize that he was actually reluctant about the medical scans. She listened intently to Charlie's explanation of the dishes, commenting only, Yes, we eat dairy.When Charlie finished, Left Ear said, Thank you so much, and took a moment to look over the options again with her new knowledge before the waiter asked for her order. I'd like to try the caviar, and the stew, and just water to drink, please.When he moved on, she added, I love spicy food. We have a spice that we call tail-kinkers. It's fun to slip whole ones into someone's food for a joke. Her long, pink tongue darted out and swiped at her whiskers before disappearing behind sharp teeth. Oh, I love it! she told T'Laara eagerly. So many new experiences. They did an amazing job making the quarters we share as much like the outdoors as they could. There are lots of plants in pots and climbing structures with platforms and hammocks for different sleeping options. Vines across the ceiling and hanging down. It's much more comfortable than I expected to be. We have a few permanent structures on Sivao, but most of us live in large tents that can be easily struck to move to a new camp. It's a very different way of life here. [Charlie Fox - Orient Express, Dining Car]"That sounds interesting," Charlie said of the 'tail-kinkers' spice. "Is it safe for humans?" She didn't elaborate on whether she wanted to try it for herself, or slip it into someone else's food. The level of sound in the dining car diminished somewhat as conversations quieted. The host was in full swing, though Charlie managed to overhear Shavan's mutterings. "He's giving us APISS of his mind, alright," she quipped, then pressed her lips together in attempt to stop herself from laughing. She hid her giggles behind another generous drink from her champagne glass and ended up draining it, again. There was definitely a correlation between how quickly she was drinking, and how hilarious she thought she was. "Urine luck!" She declared, a little too loudly to be considered acceptable for polite company. Her joviality waned somewhat when the man who looked like Thomas Jett, and coincidentally was also Thomas Jett, approached their table and asked to sit. Since T'Laara had already answered his query, Charlie felt that it fell to her to do the necessary introductions. "New pals, may I introduce Thomas Jett. Civilian captain, wearer of purple undergarments, loser of ladies. Jett, this here is Left Ear, Shavan and T'Laara." She helpfully held up her empty glass so the handsome waiter could refill it for her. "Of all the gin joints in all the world..." She muttered at him, her eyes narrowed.
Tags: Shavan Th'zhaar , Ozu Saya and Thomas Jett *** Tom kept looking at Felicity as part of him could not believe that he was talking to her. [2 Weeks Ago – S.S. Falcon Medical Bay] Tom listened to Felicity's words and smiled. "I'm sorry if I am staring too much. You were hard to find. If you want to, I can close my eyes" . Tom said with a mischievous smile. He knew that she meant to stop looking for her. But he decided to answer her literally. Hearing that she was okay and she promised made him feel a little better. He looked around his bed and responded from his injuries. “I’m fine. You of all people should know that the only time a Captain can get some rest and if "off" duty is on the Medical Bay." He responded in case she wondered. He had a smile on his face as for a second he stop feeling the pain and he focused on everything. He studied the surrounding of Ellis and noticed that she was somewhere that appeared to be luxurious. He wondered for clues of her surroundings from everything of what she was wearing. He then straightens up as he looked at her once again. He looked at the dress, which appeared to be casual, and he commented "Nice dress. You look good." . Tom complimented her. He smiled as he then turned a little more serious. "Knowing you. You are keeping a secret to either protect yourself or to protect me. You will tell me you are okay, even if you are not. Felicity, just talk to me, explain to me what's going on. I want to be there for you. I want to support you. I know I am not the ideal individual or the best person in the world or the smartest. But…I do have some skills that can be useful. I'll even leave the Falcon behind if I need too. Just talk to me …please. This is not like you. . Tom pleaded to her. His tone was almost close to begging. He knew Felicity would not leave behind Fron Ear. Her crew, her friends without a good reason. And keeping it all a secret was not the norm. His blue eyes had sincerity with them. He tried to do a fake smile as he did not want her to feel sad or for her to realize this was hard for him. [Felicity Ellis - Study, Unknown]Two weeks prior..."This isn't something you can help with, Tom." Her smile was there, and it did reach her eyes, but it was tinged with a sadness. Beneath the study table her hands clenched into fists as she tried to keep a lid on her emotions. Now was not the time to show weakness. Watery eyes or sad sobs would send a signal to him that she would not be able to take back, and so she steeled herself. "You know how these things work, sometimes. You of all people should understand." He had been right about many things; Captains didn't take time off, they didn't wear pretty dresses to garden parties and they didn't usually abandon their friends and family to disappear across the quadrant. "When this is over, we'll have a drink. We'll tell each other all of the things we might have wanted to say, but never did. You can even pull a pistol on me, for old time's sake."That brought a familiar grin, but then her eyes slid off the screen and away. She inhaled deeply and released a sigh. "Time's up. I need to go. Tom, Tom, look at me. I'm okay, but if you keep digging this hole, I might not be."
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Sven Aune
Security & Tactical
[TI23]
Posts: 378 Likes: 23
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief of Security. Combat Engineer
Species: Human
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Post by Sven Aune on Sept 8, 2020 21:07:41 GMT
|Orient Express || Sven Aune | Opal Peridot ||Sven gave the black box a long hard look. Was this for real? Was he really getting promoted? It was that, or Ryah was proposing to him, and he knew the latter wasn't really an option. He took the box with trembling hands, his heart beating hard in his chest. He opened it and saw an addition pip. He looked up at Ryah. "For real?" he didn't mean it to be backhanded or anything. He was taken by total surprise. But what she said next floored him. He was made chief of security? He gulped and found himself at a loss of words. "I... I don't know what to say."Years of hard work all culimated to this moment, and he couldn't think of a better place. An ancient and well decorated train. Ryah really was a gem and a dear. But this left him with a s inking feeling. "But what about you?" He was worried that she was leaving, "You're not leaving us are you?" Meanwhile Opal was mixing with some of the other people. Idle chit-chat about business, families, dreams and desires. All those good things. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. But then again, she was a people person and loved being around others. Tags Ozu Saya [ Melihn Ryah - Orient Express] Ryah found herself with a massive grin, and slightly misty eyes, at the big security officer's reaction to the news of his promotion. For real, she said, cheeks starting to hurt with her smile. Oh! I'm not going anywere. It'll be a small step down and laterally. I'll assist aboard the station, but also spend some more time aboard the Mac. They asked me if I wanted a different posting as a CoS, but it was never about that for me. I'd rather let someone else who's done the work and training for command get the well-deserved promotion. I was always more of a grunt. One of those non-coms who got promoted into command positions because they were desperate for people during the war. I hated the job, she added in a whisper, leaning forward. I've already cleared out the office, so you can move in whenever you're ready.
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| Orient Express || lt. cmdr Sven Aune | Sven's eyes were a bit misty. "I had no idea." he said quietly. "I...thank you." he said. The waiter had come about and he ordered the pastrima starter, the Chicken Terragon main, and the cheese plate for afters. With a glass of white wine to accompany the meal and a cup of black coffee. "I had no idea you hated the job. You were always so good at it. And kind. Thoughtful. But tough when you needed to be. You ran the op to shut down that criminal ring. I've always admired you for that."
He really didn't want to talk to much about work. They were here for the fun. "What do you think of the express?" he said looking about at all the opulence. Tag Ozu Saya
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Dugris Zaman
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Post by Dugris Zaman on Sept 9, 2020 1:43:31 GMT
[Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman, MBE, PhD, JD, MBA, PE, RA - Orient Express]Doug supposed this was an interesting perspective. He wouldn't necessarily deem the station to be as safe as some other parts of the Federation, but then they hadn't had a major regional war in quite some time. "I'll give you a word of warning about the CMO," Sir Doug offered, whispering as though this was salacious gossip. "Make sure that you come in with the actual CMO, Dr. Baker, and not the Assistant CMO, Dr. Kece Lunn. I get along with just about everyone, but not Dr. Lunn."He skimmed the menu himself, and made a quick decision. "I think I'll try the Tarama and the Hungarian sausage myself," he said. "Last time I ate shrimp on a train, I got food poisoning."Granted, that train was in Siberia, but at about this era.
Tag Ozu Saya [ Alec and Aryn Trenzal] Alec and Aryn gave the waiter their orders before Alec responded to Doug's caution about the assistant CMO. Thanks for the warning, he said with a grin. We'll get in touch with Dr. Baker in the next few days to see about a check-up. You make me curious what could be wrong with this Dr. Lunn, he added with a chuckle. Aryn gasped and winced suddenly, holding her breath and pressing on a spot on her belly for several seconds. I think that was an elbow in my diaphragm, she said when she could breathe again. That's the main reason I'm not going to make it three more months, there is just no more room for them to grow.
So how did you end up out here? I'm so surprised to meet another El-Aurian. You're only the fourth? She glanced at Alec then said, No, fifth I've ever met. [Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman, MBE, PhD, JD, MBA, PE, RA - Orient Express]Sir Doug chuckled in a slightly embarrassed manner. "I used to be posted here, as the Chief of Science, but circumstances led me to resign. The PooDoo flu outbreak of 2378, on Cait, specifically," he explained. PooDoo walked out onto the table, hearing her name (and that of her species). She had a distinct strut, bushy tail raised high. "In case you were wondering, this is a PooDoo. They're native to Kerelia, and very formidable when threatened," Sir Doug added, stroking the little creature's fluffy back. "Anyway, I'm surprised you've met so few of our people. Even despite everything, we're... around, I'd think," he inquired. This was surprising.
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