Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Lounge - Mid Afternoon
Marishka stepped out of her office in full diva mode. The lounge was empty except for her patient and loving staff. She had instructed them to serve lunch but said she would be taking over the stage and the place would basically be closed for an hour. Rachael, Ted, and Martha were working on a system that would have them delivering to people’s quarters when the overworked engineering staff was too busy to fix a replicator. Marishka liked that idea and tasked them with putting the finishing touches on it.
Stepping onto the stage, she began playing “Between the Shadows”. It was an ancient human instrumental piece but the name of the artist escaped her.
First she played the cello before switching tot he harp and finally an electric guitar.
Stepping away from the instruments she growled into the empty air.
“By the gods this is all wrong. Who the hell assembled this sound system? A tone deaf Ferengi?”
She paused realizing that there was no-one there to hear her frustration. Picking up a PaDD she began working on a program and would try singing in a few minutes. It seemed a shame to waste all the good work Julien had done fixing the problems with her throat on an inadequate sound system though.
Orvos had conveniently not received the memo about the lounge closing. And thus he managed to take his more stealthy route through the Jefferies Tubes to a corner on the upper tier of the lounge that was quiet and secluded. The hatch silently opened (and yes he had fixed it to be so). He exited the tube, stood up and pondered why the place was not busy.
He had managed to stroll to a place out of the way as he heard someone playing music.
Upon realizing who it was, he was somehow awestruck. She was talented for sure. He listened as Marishka got upset and he quietly made his way to a table and sat down. Curiosity simply always got the best of him. He knew wisdom told him to avoid her, especially given the effects her pheromones were having on him. But he thought, maybe it wouldn’t prove to be his undoing. Conversation was simply that, conversing. Whatever happened anyway between two adults, a lone in a lounge? Surely nothing more than talking, eating, or drinking.
Yes, it would be fine. After all, his mind kept wondering, who was this woman that Julien seemed to trust?
He kept quiet, silently waving off any approaching staff as he observed the Marishka.
-Lt. Orvos Legen, CE
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