Lounge - Post Dinner Rush

Posted Nov. 11, 2019, 1:46 a.m. by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) (Catt Bennett)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Stark Nightstalker (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Lounge - Post Dinner Rush

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Lounge - Post Dinner Rush

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Stark Nightstalker (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Lounge - Post Dinner Rush

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Lounge - Post Dinner Rush

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Posted by Lieutenant Commander Stark Nightstalker (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Lounge - Post Dinner Rush

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He then turned back to his meal. “Well, are you going to eat or not?” he asked aloud as he snagged a bit of the El Aurian snack he had prepared secretly in the replicator systems for his own enjoyment.

-Lt. Orvos Legen, CE

Stark calmly intoned, “15, love to Orvos.”

Orvos simply blinked a few times, giving no rebuttal to the score so far.

Marishka secretly thought Orvos was quite funny at that moment. It was like he was preparing for a battle that may, or may not ever, materialize. She knew Stark would enjoy the show no matter what it turned into because he knew more about her. Both of them actually.

As Marishka was settling herself, one of the kitchen staff appeared with a meal for their hostess. She had ordered a stir fry of several different meats, veg, and noodles. Smiling, she thanked the server silently and picked up the chop sticks.

“Martha, bring the Commander whatever he likes.” she said turning back to the two men.

“Upper management… Hmmm. Well, after the Captain and I finally figure out what to name this place, I’ll be throwing another party. Is that what you meant by upper management my Engineer?” she asked calmly.

“Maybe, maybe not,” he said with a vague grin.

“Don’t let him bother you Commander. He’s afraid to be alone with me. I mean if we’re calling it all out, let’s just call it all out.” she said with a shrug.

This caught his attention mid-bite. Afraid? No, not at all. Fear was of this woman was beyond him. What could she do anyway? Likely more than he would have liked, but he made no note in his mind of that at present.

During the long pause that followed, she began twirling and balancing the chop sticks on her long nails.

“I’m sorry. Work, play, business, pleasure. I guess I’m just no good a balancing them.” she explained.

  • Marishka

“Well Orvos is one up on me already,” Stark said with a wicked grin “I’m afraid to be with you in public, let alone in private”. His eyes narrowed, “and just when was it when the two of you were alone…?”

Stark Nightstalker CIO

“We were never actually alone, Stark. When would that ever actually happen? Hmmm?” he quickly chimed in before Marishka gave her word.

“Earlier I had the place closed to check out the acoustics and, somehow, he skulked in like Actaeon watching Artemis bathe. That reminds me, I should put more wild game on the menu.”

  • Marishka

Stark’s eyebrow shot up so high it nearly went into orbit. He turned to Orvos with a pointed look knowing that an acerbic reply would be quick in coming.

“Wild game would be nice,” he said licking his lips, “and a place to hunt it” he added with a smile then quickly added, “No double entendre intended there”.

Stark Nightstalker CIO

“You have got to be kidding. I had no idea that you had played music quite so well. I was in awe of your talent, not your curves. And I hardly agree on the use of ‘skulk’.”

Orvos turned to Stark. “I somehow had not received the memo of the lounge closure, so I came by for a nip and a story. The lounge usually fills up with people with a story on their mind, whether they know it or not. So I snuck in. Didn’t want anyone in the front to see the engineering chief stride in again. She happened to be playing and the place happened to only have her and a few of her staff available. So, no. Hardly alone. And hardly so entranced that I couldn’t somehow leave.”

He then turned back to Marishka. “If you were so upset, Artemis, that Actaeon had shown up, why did you not scare him off?”

Orvos then turned to Stark with a grin. “See that. Not afraid. What could possibly happen anyway? She’s just the lounge host.” He then pulled some more food to his mouth as he watched the pair curiously.

-Lt. Orvos Legen, CE

Marishka decided to put out Orvos’ fire right then and there. Setting down her chopsticks she caught his gaze and her fiery silver eyes turned to ice which, somehow, brought out more of her Klingon appearance.

“You’re correct of course Chief. I am merely your lounge host, not worthy of the common courtesy of having you walk through the front door where my staff would have informed you that we were temporarily closed but, probably, would have served you anyway. If I recall correctly, Artemis splashed Acteon with water. I didn’t have any water on hand and I certainly wasn’t going to waste my glass of wine. Now do you require me to close the lounge again while you do your job?” she asked calmly.

  • Marishka

Stark threw his paws in the air, “Enough. At the risk of offending both of you, the powerplay here is beyond ridiculous. I proclaim this the battle of the unstoppable force and the immovable object. Passion and Logic in a dance to the death of everything that is worth celebrating. Hate me if you will but the two of you would be a nearly unbeatable team if you could get past the needling and just see each other as the friends you’re eventually going to become. Sheesh, no one takes this much trouble to annoy each other unless there’s a solid foundation in their somewhere to build a friendship.” Stark suddenly realised he’d spoken more words together in that one outburst than he had in the 24 hour period before it. “I’ve really been spending too much time around counsellors,” he said rather lamely.

Stark Nightstalker CIO

OOC: I laughed out loud while at work reading this lol. I’m really enjoying the interplay here between these 3. :P

OOC Loving it too, quality characters bring quality entertainment, kudos to you both. :-)

-Tony

IC: Friends…the words struck a cord with Orvos. He kept few friends. The fewer people who cared, the less likely they were of getting hurt. He had lived a long time now on his own. His venture on the Athena was proving to be more difficult to manage in that regard. He had met Stark Nightstalker long before his arrival on the Athena. There had been something different about him than others he had met. It reminded him in a way of his first officer back on the Aurora. But the idea of friendship with the man didn’t become a reality until arriving on the Athena and managing to stay for quite some time. They’d been through a lot, and he could tell there was more in store.

But…This woman? A friend? He knew there was something different about her as well, but pinpointing it was difficult. He knew Julien trusted her, so there was a story to be had there. But Orvos had only just met Julien and went out on a limb for the man. He didn’t necessarily trust his judgement yet. But Stark he trusted. What made him trust her so?

He would bite his bait for now and lay off. But it didn’t help quell the fact that there was some attraction to her on his part. Perhaps it was indeed because of her orion nature? Or was she leading him on? He didn’t fully trust her, or himself for that matter. But he would stop for the time being, until he was sure he had more on her to help him overcome whatever her intentions were with him.

“Very well,” Orvos said hesitantly. He then lifted his glass and put his focus on the two of them. “To the future?” he asked.

-Lt. Orvos Legen, CE

There was no way Marishka was through with Orvos. She had a feeling he probably wouldn’t have it any other way but Stark’s comment did make her stop and wonder exactly what she wanted from the CE besides splendid acoustics. That would be something she would have to figure out when she was alone in one of her secret places.

Marishka had agreed to live in the shadows with Julien but, sometimes, that left her far too lonely which was something she had warned him about in the past.

She raised her glass and looked from one man to the other.

“Her is to an interesting beginning.”

  • Marishka

Orvos’s empathic abilities picked up on the briefest pang of loneliness. He made no attempt to acknowledge it as he stowed the feeling away for analysis later, on his own.

Stark raised his glass and grinned like a maniac. “May we live in interesting times”. Feeling randomly irrepressible he couldn’t just seem to keep the grin off his face.

He looked at one and then the other and felt a deep sense of destiny in the making. He’d never needed friends before, he still didn’t, but having some was definitely proving to be an interesting experience.

Stark Nightstalker CIO

Interesting times, Orvos mentally repeated to himself as he down a long sip of his whiskey. The idea was thought provoking for someone who had lived in a place where time had no meaning. There was a reason he chose this time and place to ‘be’. But he didn’t have all the details. Once he had left the Nexus, those details had somehow been locked away for safe keeping until the appropriate time.

He glanced over at the duo, pulling himself out of his own thoughts. “So, Marishka, you have a list of what needs taking care of here I imagine?” he stated not even thinking of the potential subconscious meaning behind it.

-Lt. Orvos Legen, CE

Marishka was wondering what type of friends Stark thought she and Orvos would be but there would be time to obtain that information or, perhaps, make it up as they went along.

“I’m afraid I don’t speak Engineering so any list I would give you might just infuriate you with it inaccuracies.” she paused and finished her drink, “For now it doesn’t matter how you got there, but you were there when I tested the instruments and you know it didn’t sound right. I just need the acoustics to be better… Much better. So whatever we have to do to accomplish that is what I need. Some of my instruments are very delicate which is why altering them is out of the question. I’m sure you can understand that.”

Orvos nodded. “Most old things need to be handled with a bit of delicacy,” he noted.

Marishka was speaking rather calmly at the moment. Perhaps it would be nice to have just a bit of an evening. It was the deep of night that got her down the most which was another reason she hardly slept.

  • Marishka

Stark flicked a claw at one of his prodigious ears, “I’d certainly appreciate a bit more tonal balance” he intoned, “Play guitar on overdrive in here right now and I might not be responsible for what happens next…”

Stark Nightstalker CIO

Orvos stood up and glanced to Stark. “Then I ought to start now before I find myself with more things to fix,” he said, leaving his El-Aurian food and whiskey where he had sat.

-Lt. Orvos Legen, CE

OOC: This might prove interesting to leave Stark and Marishka to share one on one with Orvos’s prying ears. Then again, it’s totally up to you guys. :P
-Tony

Marishka watched Orvos go for a few seconds. He was good at his job, no doubt about that. But he was also infuriating. Those two qualities always conspired against Marishka and she simply couldn’t have that.

Turning back to Stark, she smiled and lowered her voice considerably.

“And just what type of friends should we be Commander?” she asked playfully.

  • Marishka

Stark looked at her and his eyes were as dark as the universe is deep. “You’ll come to understand that I have no friends. My relationships are either indifference or total loyalty to the point of death. Ghubari needs you and so you fit into category two”.

Stark Nightstalker CIO

Obviously Stark had misunderstood her but the cold shock of his words settled in her fiery heart.

“Oh I understand you and I but I was curious about Orvos and myself. What kind of friends should we be?” she asked with a vicious smile.

  • Marishka

“But I don’t understand you…” Stark said realising now what she had meant by the first question, “I can’t answer your question on any level because I cannot understand you. Your motivations and goals are so emotively mercurial and elemental that I find you unpredictable in the extreme. As someone who knows Orvos I think you’ll find that he, nor I could ever fully trust anyone that we cannot predict at least to some degree. We both have been in situations where people have behaved just as you have right from the start and the end result has been anxiety and outright pain whereas we two have faced death together and forged a relationship through it. You seem to take nothing seriously except sensuality and whether we have misjudged you in that will be irrelevant until both of us feel that you can take us and especially him seriously”.

Stark Nightstalker CIO

Marishka regarded him calmly. He had made some very excellent points.

“You are correct. You don’t know me and that is a blessing and a curse, I suppose, for all of us. Whatever my mercurial nature may be, I have a loyal heart. I’m only fickle on the surface. I do what suits me because usually that is the necessary thing. I have faced death many times and I will probably do so again. Whether it is with either one of you remains to be seen.” Marishka’s voice was dead calm as she spoke to Stark. He couldn’t see the visions behind her eyes which was probably for the best.

  • Marishka

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