Posted Aug. 7, 2020, 1:21 p.m. by Civilian Tock (Bartender) (Jamie Moore)
Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in side-sim Jörmungandr Lounge- Loose Ends
Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in side-sim Jörmungandr Lounge- Loose Ends
Posted by Civilian Tock (Bartender) in side-sim Jörmungandr Lounge- Loose Ends
Posted by… suppressed (4) by the Post Ghost! 👻
Casela took note that morning that En Bog was off his restrictions and lacked his security detail. Something she was sure Bog, security, and everyone else was happy about. She decided that Bog needed to be checked on to make sure he’d adjusted to his new ship and moved on past his initial issues with Hampton. Though she couldn’t say she blamed the Tellerite for his dislike of the CE. Hampton was brilliant and good at his job, but he wasn’t easy to get along with. And she didn’t want to have to go to main engineering to check up on Bog. That would be…problematic considering how Hampton was the last time she spoke to him. So here she was outside Bog’s door and pressed the chime. She was taking him Jörmungandr and getting the man a drink. Plus she hadn’t met the new bar tender either.Lt. Synthi-er, CNS
Bog had ran over, between the botched injector flush and briefing the oncoming shift he had just got into the showers, and nothing was harder to scrub out was soot from a misfiring injector. He had just applied the dry wash when the door chime rang. “What in the name of Baul!” He bellowed and grabbed the coverlet of his bed before triggering the door.
Bog was a sight, nude except for the blanket, covered in soot and the detergent jell he looked a fright. His hair half smashed and spiked and his beard slimy. “What?!”
Seeing the counselor, his demeanor if not his appearance changes. “Er, Sorry Counselor. What can ai do for you?”
Bog
Casela raises a brow. “You could have finished En. By all means, and then meet me in Jörmungandr Lounge. I thought you might want a drink to announce your freedom from your security detail. You,” she waves a hand in his direction, “finish cleaning up and get decent, and can meet me there.” She steps back and lets the door close. Oh this ship and it’s crew....she shakes her head and chuckles. She heads down the corridor and down a few decks to the Jörmungandr. She walkes over to check on Cobb’s fish. They seem to be doing fine despite the “snow anomaly” and she then heads to the bar to order a drink....water this time, for herself. She was NOT having a repeat of earlier that week.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNSAs Casela approached she found a strange figure wiping down the bar with a wet cloth. Emerging from the neckline of a tuxedo in a style three decades out of fashion was a smooth, wood textured head. Some kind of black material gave the illusion of short trimmed hair. Any facial features of the bartender were absent other than two narrow holes in place of eyes, each glowing with a dim yellowy whiteness. From somewhere indeterminable a whistling flowed in time with the other sound eminating from the thing, a faint ticking.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
When Casela reached the bar, the bartender looked up. The glowing eyes seemed to met her’s although it was difficult to tell where exactly the unvarying glows were directed. The wiping motion ceased. “What can I get you darlin’?” a voice rang out in an American southern drawl.
-Tock-
Casela at first thought it was some sort of costume then when it looked at her, perhaps a puppet, and the in spoke…robot maybe, or synthetic life form. It almost made her skin crawl, but then she remembered where she was, The Leviathan. “Water with lime please. I’m Casela Synthi-er, ship’s counselor. Welcome aboard.” She held out her hand. The thought crossed her mind to use her telepathy to determine who or what was in front of her, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to know excactly.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS
OOC: Tock is going to give Fey a contest for thing of nightmares.
OOC: Excellent! :D
IC: A cold, stiff hand rose from behind the bar and found Casela’s. Again it appeared wooden but it felt totally smooth, almost like refined marble. Her hand was squeezed by a pinch-like motion, the fingers articulating only where they met their hand. “The name’s Tock”, it announced. “A unit here to share the memories of a great man and drinks as well.” Tock turned, movement’s juddery, and reached for a jug just as Bog appeared.
Throwing his bed spread in the replicator, Bog stepped back in the sonic shower. What he really needed was a hot mud bath.
A few minuets of violent scrubbing later he was dressed and presentable. He found his way to the lounge.
A full on bar was not what he expected, nor was the barman he saw chatting with the ship’s counselor.
“I believe you recommended a celebratory drink, counselor.”
Bog
Casela looked up at Bog and nodded, “I did, but if you were going to ‘clean up’ why didn’t you actually get clean?” She knew tellerites enjoyed a good insult fest, and after the introduction Bog had to the Levi he deserved it. And well, there wasn’t much Bog could say that Casela hadn’t already heard. She motioned to Tock, “This is our new bar tender.”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS
Tock swivelled back, placing Casela’s request down on front of her before relinquishing the glass with a deliberate motion. “Howdy!” Tock greeted Bog, bright eyes glowing fiercely at him. “Canna get ya somethin’?”
-Tock-
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