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Poker Game In Barvan's Quarters

Posted Aug. 10, 2019, 3:28 p.m. by Ensign Barvan (Security Officer) (Luke Paris)

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Cochrane chuckled slightly. “No, but good guess.” and he pulled the book, covered in a pale yellow dust jacket, down and handed it to the Ensign. “The Prophet. Kahlil Gibran. I would like you to read this, and then come back to me for a discussion on what you glean from it. Until then, I think it would be best if you rethought the parameters of your experiment until such a time as we can discuss the book.”

Cochrane, CO

“I will make sure to read the book, Captain,” Barvan said as he took the book from Cochrane’s hand. “I think I will better understand humans by doing so. As for the parameters of my experiment, I will consult the chief science officer for permission.”

Ensign Barvan, Security

“You do that, Ensign. And no more experiments without Science oversight. Dismissed.” Cochrane said and picked up a PaDD and began reviewing it.

Cochrane, CO

“Understood, sir.”

Barvan saluted the captain and proceeded to march out of the captain’s quarters.

Ensign Barvan, Not In Trouble Anymore

(SCENE! Nicely done.)

~Later that evening~

Shon pressed the chime to Ensign Barvan’s quarters excitedly, a bowl of salsa under one arm and a bag of chips clutched in the same hand. He put on his best bolian smile as he waited for the door to open.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

Barvan arrived at his quarters with the book Captain Cochrane gave him. He spotted the medical officer at his door excitedly. He was probably there for the poker game.

Barvan then arrived behind him.

“Hello there! I’m Barvan. I organized the poker game. Sorry to say, but the captain prevented me from hosting the game. You’re welcome to come in and socialize though!”

Ensign Barvan, Security

Shon jumped slightly with a start as Barvan’s greeting came from behind him, rather than in front of him. The bolian fumbled for the bowl of salsa as he turned, barely keeping it from splatting to the deck. After regaining his composure, Ensign Baht smiled again and stuck out his hand that was not carrying the bag of chips.

“Pleasure to meet you!” the blue-skinned man chirped, “I’m Shon Baht! I’m an ensign in medical. It’s a shame about the game… I was looking forward to blowing off some steam. But I’m not one to say no to a friendly conversation either!”

Barvan’s telepathy powers would likely pick up that Shon was indeed very disappointed to hear that the poker game had been cancelled. But Shon was also excited to meet a new person on the ship. Perhaps Barvan could also determine a hint of mischief in Shon’s thoughts, as if the other man was wondering why they couldn’t just play the game anyways, without telling the captain.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

Barvan was a by-the-book kind of guy. Being a security officer, this was part of his job. This mischief he sensed was something of a warning to his senses, something he should, you know, watch out for.

Barvan then opened his quarters door and allowed the junior doctor in.

“So tell me a bit about yourself, doctor.”

Ensign Barvan, Security

Shon made himself at home on the small couch inside Ensign Barvan’s quarters, stretching his legs out in front of him as he settled back with a small sigh. He popped the lid off the container with the salsa and tore open the bag of tortilla chips, taking a large scoop with a salty triangle before crunching down on it.

Mouth still partially full, Shon covered his lips with one hand as he responded. “Not much to tell,” he managed between chewing, “grew up on Bolarus IX during the Dominion War. Starfleet saved my world, I wanted to give back. A few years later, and here I am! This is my first ship assignment since graduating the academy.” Shon paused. “Sorry, did you want like hobbies or something more interesting? I’m so used to introducing myself via my professional history now. Oh, and please don’t call me doctor.” He held out the bowl of salsa and bag of chips to offer them to Barvan.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

The security ensign would make a stop sign, as is refusing the chips he’s being given.

“I would like to hear more about you, ensign. As a person.”

Ensign Barvan, Security

Shon abruptly stopped his chewing, apparently off-put by Barvan’s bluntness. He slowly restarted munching as he withdrew the chips and salsa back to his lap. He crossed his legs underneath him, maybe a little less comfortable now. “Umm… well, I like to think I’m a pretty normal person. I dabble in theatre, I play the flute. People seem to think I’m pretty friendly, and I like to agree. I guess I like food.” Shon shrugged. “Sorry,” he said through a mouthful of chips, “is that what you were looking for?” Barvan could probably sense that Shon was being pretty genuine and honest.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

“Yes, fellow ensign. That is exactly what I was looking for. That’s what humans call socializing. Now, would you like to hear a bit about me?”

Ensign Barvan, Security


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