Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in side-sim Jörmungandr Lounge- Loose Ends

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in side-sim Jörmungandr Lounge- Loose Ends

Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in side-sim Jörmungandr Lounge- Loose Ends
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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, CNS

As 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-

OOC Fixing split

Tellek raised an eye brow then smiled, “ I see my natural musk is a bit much for your delicate sensibilities.” The trick was as the old Terran saying went ‘ your enemies talk trash about you behind your back, your friends talk trash about you to your face.’ The Betazoid knew the game. “Better than the flowery trash some people wear.”

Casela snorted into her drink, “If you call that musk you were in a dung heap, friend. The flowers wouldn’t be much better, though,” she conceded to his observation. She never understood why people used perfume or cologne. Inevitably it was bad body chemistry and it stunk.

Bog interest was peeked about the clockwork bar keep. “Warnog if you would, and knot that watery brew you serve the humans.” Bog much preferred a proper tellarite after but after his past behavior he would stick to the Klingon beer.

Bog

Tock’s hands lowered, fiddling about behind the bar obviously with various items but all without looking at what he was doing.

Casela turned back to Tock, “And who was that great man, Tock?”

Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

The android’s head pivoted back to Casela near instantly. “Why he was one Commander Jerome Easterlin. Long serving and noble first officer of the USS William Wallace.” A hand with a mind apparently disconnected from the rest of the figure placed Bog’s drink down on the bar just on front of him. “He had a greaaaat many lessons in life, a greaaaat deal of wisdom swirling about in that old mind of his.” Tock leaned forwards slightly, his yellowy glows threatening to seep into Casela’s mind. “So now the sum of all that learnin’ is stored in ‘ere.” One of Tock’s index fingers was placed on his head. No one had seen it move there.

While keeping it’s gaze locked on Synthi-er, leaning in yet closer if anything, Tock addressed Bog. “Easterlin always had success with the ladies and the men and everyone else for that matter. He thought the key was givin’ the sense that you woke up presentable and smarted right up. Mythology of self, somethin’ like that. Those were his kinds of words.”

-Tock-

Taking the drink and taking a long draught, Bog eyed the bar man. Wiping the foam from his beard, “Wise words my clockwork friend, unfortunately some of us awaken a freight and it goes down hill from there!” Then with wicked gleam in his eye, “Just look at our dear counselor here, poor thing.” Pulling another quaff to hide the grin he winked and the living manikin.

Bog the suicidal…

Tock looked back and forth between the pair, the movements rather more gentle than some that had gone before. “Easterlin would charm the two of you off your feet right now.” Tock held a rigid finger aloft. “Alas, this unit is not Easterlin. I am merely a shadow of what was. A mirror, perhaps.” The bartender’s gaze landed firmly on Bog. “The flame of his essence?”

-Tock-

“I imagine your a bit more than you Imagine, Buddy.” much much more Bog thought * I would love to look up his skirt and see what makes him tick* he mused as took another taste. It wasn’t a bad beer all in all.

Bog

Tock began rearranging some glasses hidden from sight behind the bar, their presence obvious due to the loud clinking. “This unit imagines nothing pal.”

Casela looked at Tock and determined that this Easterlin probably thought more of himself than everyone else did. She could not see the remnants of Easterlin holding a candle to some of the men on this ship. Oh now there’s a thought. Morale boosting, get all the crew in on it. Let them see who can out maneuver Tock. That would be…fun for me anyway. As long as I’m sitting in the back just watching. She chuckles a little and then stares at Bog. “What are you talking about? It takes HOURS to look this aweful! You didn’t even try. I’m insulted.” She took a sip of her drink, and despite Tock’s efforts turned around and leaned her back against the counter. “You know anything about his type of technology, Bog?”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Bog almost choked on his beer, sputtering an laughing, “Woman I am almost envy the XO.” Turning back to Tock, “I think I have about found my match.”

“As to this technology” Bog looking closely at the automation” Yes and no. I would normally assume that he was an Android that some one went threw a lot of trouble to make look like a wind up toy, but after the last few weeks I am not so sure he isn’t a clockwork toy who thinks he is an Android.” Bog had heard the rumors about memory transfer to positronic nets but the impression he got just from the last few minutes with the ‘Man’ he thought that the memories were residing with something else. What ever it was didn’t seem like it was this Commander Easterlin, at least not one hundred percent.

“I’m sure we all know what the legal books say on artificial life.” He waved a stiff hand. “Obviously I aint that.”

“Would you mind a ‘boarding physical’ down in engineering some time Mr. Tock?”

Bog

This time Tock leaned back slightly as the bartender eyed up Bog. “I ‘spose I coulda been damaged in transit. Good idea Mr. Bog!” Tock raised a hand for a high five.

-Tock-