Posted by Lieutenant Nicolas Dean (Chief of Security) in Lounge- Out and About

Posted by Civilian Sair Songz (Counselor) in Lounge- Out and About

Posted by Lieutenant Nicolas Dean (Chief of Security) in Lounge- Out and About
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A light humming sound moved through the corridor, announcing her presence as surely as anything. Not that people here knew she hummed, or sang. But as she settled in on the Manhattan, Sair was starting to feel like she could relax and be herself. Not that she was worried about what people thought of it exactly, but it had been awhile since she had worked at a Starfleet facility and there were adjustments to be made.

Sair glided into the Lounge, feeling much more comfortable here than going to the officer’s Mess. She wasn’t an officer, despite being a member of the senior staff, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that her using that space was somehow wrong. It was named that way for a reason and she wanted to respect the way things were done here. Besides, the lounge was an easier place to be social with a larger variety of people. You never know who might turn up and given that she had been stuck in an endless stream of evals and sessions, she needed a break from the constancy of it and to let herself be seen, be a part of things.

As the lilac-haired counsellor looked around, she planted her hands on her hips, the long wide sleeves of her tunic flowing. It was sheer, printed with some sort of jungly-floral pattern in vivid greens, pinks and yellow on a white background. The tunic flowed over her fit body, stopping asymmetrically at her hips, with the longer end trailing down to a knee. Underneath was a fitted tank and leggings in silver.

Moving to the bar after assessing the moderate busyness of the place, Sair moved to the bar and waited her turn to order a drink.

~Sair Songz, CNS

Brown eyes drifting to the window, Sair stared at the stars , enchanted by the streaks as they moved at warp. Starships were something magical to her, though she would never say that aloud. It was hard to articulate exactly, but something about being on a Starfleet vessel made her want to appear more serious. So they would take her seriously? Hmmm, things to think about. Sair was easy-going- that’s what everyone told her- and she did move through life lightly. She had her hurts like anyone else, but most things floated over her.

Something touched her elbow and she jolted back to the present. Eyes wide she turned in that direction only to realize that someone was talking to her. Heat touched her cheeks and she gave the bartender a sheepish expression. “Sorry, I missed what you were saying.”

He gave her a winsome smile, white teeth gleaming. “Apparently. I was just asking you if I could get you something.”

Turning and leaning on folded arms on the bar top, she smiled back, tucking strands of her lilac hair behind an ear. “I’d like a drink but I’m open to trying new things. Suprise me.”

With a grin and a wink, he nodded and moved off to concoct something she might like.

OOC: Anyone is free to join me here. Siar doesn’t bite!

~Sair Songz, CNS

The self aware NE transporter operator unexpectedly found himself in the lounge. He saw the Counselor, identifying her easily, even though he had only seen her previously in passing, and he smiled at her.

“Counselor Songz, may I join you? You probably don’t remember me, I’m an NE transporter operator, I don’t know my name and I don’t think I have a backstory. Am I allowed to speak with you here?” he asked nervously.

• Self Aware NE Transporter Operator

The lilac-haired Kobliad offered the man a smile. “Sure, why not,” she said, slipping onto a barstool.

The bartender returned and slid a clear looking drink towards Sair. “You asked for a surprise,” he said and flicked the lip of the glass. It swirled in a flurry of colours before settling into a homogenous gold colour. Delight etched itself onto Sair’s face and she turned to the Nameless Operator. “What about you? Are you a person who likes surprises?”

~Sair Songz, CNS

The NE Transporter Operator shuddered at the word ‘surprise’ and shook his head, “no, surprises are the last thing that transporter operators like. We have to fill out sixty-four electronic forms in triplicate and then spend hours cleaning every bit of the transporter system with a fine tooth comb and then pull it apart and put it back together before anyone is allowed to use it. Whether the surprise results in senior officers exchanging realities with their mirror universe counterparts, the discovery of micro organisms in the transporter buffer, the combination of two crew members and some flora, the de-aging of crewmembers back into children, the splitting of one crew member made of two or more species into their component species and many many more. Such things tend to make COs, XOs, and Chief Engineers upset and I then go all to pieces.”

Songz observed the man with curiosity. She had to admit, that yes, surprises were certainly a terrible thing in some instances.

“But surprises in drinks are a good thing … bartender, could I have what she’s having,” he asked the bartender.

“A Samarian Sunrise, coming right up.” A crisp nod followed.

“What about you, are surprises a good thing in your line of work?” he asked Songz.

• NE Transporter Operator
  OOC: Can anyone identify the episodes that the above things happened in? There is one of them I can’t recall if it happened in STF, but all the others did happen.

OOO: I know the episodes but am too lazy to look them up, but I know the series. In order: DS9, TNG, VOY, TNG, and the last I’m not sure. Might have been STF then. :D

OOC: Correct … even if I was thinking Original Series for the first one.

IC:
The Kobliad smiled deeply. “Very good. Most of the time. See, people are always surprising. The outcome isn’t always pleasant for some, but if I’m doing my job well, it’s ultimately rewarding for both of us.” She held up the drink glass between them. “But I agree that sometimes we don’t want surprises in some areas of our lives. But then we order drinks without knowing what we will get. And thus we maintain a balance,” she said before pulling the glass to her lips and taking a sip. It was sweet with the slight tinge of tartness that appealed to her.

~Sair Songz, CNS

“Interesting flavour, Counselor,” the transporter operator replied taking a sip of his own drink, “just the right amount of tartness so the sweetness doesn’t overpower the taste buds. Samaritan Sunrise, I’ll have to remember that. I guess in someways being a transporter operator is surprising. I mean when alien species come on board for the first time, I need to make sure that no parts of their physiology gets identified as a danger to the ship or crew, and it requires some delicate moves to ensure they feel welcomed on board. We can’t just say to them, ‘excuse me, I need to include your hormones in our system so that you don’t get left behind or don’t remarterialise in two locations’, as that might result in unpleasantness.”

“An important thing,” Sair agreed.

The transporter operator paused with a grimace, before taking another sip of his drink, “But the command staff want the transportation to occur straight away, and not later and don’t always have the physiology of new aliens on file, and so the information is needed before a safe transport can occur isn’t on hand so some allowances are needed. It is a constant tug of war between the needs of the ship and the safe transport of newly discovered lifeforms. At times I feel that I’m being stretched too thin and will snap like a rubber band. I love the job, but did you know the turnover rate of transporter operators is one of the highest in Starfleet? I understand that the only one that’s higher is that of Security Officers on away missions. That is why on most Starships the command crew and department heads have to operate the transporters at times. I mean, Miles O’Brien was an exception to the rule, but even he had enough after so many years of the role on the Enterprise D, that’s why he transferred to Deep Space 9 and dealt with Cardassian systems instead. They were far more relaxing.”

The transporter operator let out a deep sigh, and sipped at his Samaritan Sunrise, “I love the ship, I really do, but …,” He left it there, dropping his gaze from the Counselor to his drink and the floor.

• Self Aware Transporter Operator,

She let him vent. They all needed to from time to time. “What would you do if you weren’t a transporter operator?” Songz asked, bracing an elbow on the bar top before sipping on her drink. It was a question she liked to ask people in general, not just in sessions. It told her a lot about them. About what they valued and the choices they had made in their life.

~Sair Songz, CNS