Holodeck One - Post Dinner Rush-Marishka's Partner

Posted Feb. 27, 2020, 12:04 p.m. by Lieutenant Orvos Legen (Chief Engineer) (Tony Findora)

Posted by Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (Weaver of Webs) in Holodeck One - Post Dinner Rush-Marishka’s Partner

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Posted by Lieutenant Julien Smith (Doctor) in Holodeck One - Post Dinner Rush-Marishka’s Partner

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Posted by Lieutenant Orvos Legen (Chief Engineer) in Holodeck One - Post Dinner Rush-Marishka’s Partner

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Posted by Lieutenant Orvos Legen (Chief Engineer) in Holodeck One - Post Dinner Rush-Marishka’s Partner

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Posted by Lieutenant Orvos Legen (Chief Engineer) in Holodeck One - Post Dinner Rush-Marishka’s Partner

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

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Marishka sighed and bared her teeth but, in the end, she couldn’t help but smile.

“And you really think we’d make good friends hmm?” she asked as Stark lead them onto the dance floor.

  • Marishka

“Three different but similar controlling manipulators all trying to outdo each other…” Stark smiled showing his own fangs, “Perhaps an interesting take on friendship, but definitely not boring as relationships go. Chances are he wants to see you in action the same way I did”.

Marishka nodded and smiled. She was prepared to give him exactly what he wanted.

Stark led Marishka into a spin and then dip, using every movement to enable them to have visual perception and body angle to be able to respond to any attack.

Stark Nightstalker CIO

OOC: I’ll touch this thread for tonight and then the main sim tomorrow. ;)

IC: There were a few couples who mirrored Stark and Marishka’s movements exactly, others who significantly contrasted, and others who would hover by and move off. As the cadence to the song changed, suddenly everyone split from their partner and chose a new one.

A petite woman with long, flowing red locks of hair. Her brown eyes looked up expectantly at Stark. Meanwhile, a tall well built man strode up to Marishka, his green eyes vibrant and the very slight wrinkles at his eyes smiling. He had short, dark hair and an extended hand towards the dame. “May I?” he inquired politely as the woman beamed at the CIO.

-Lt. Orvos Legen, CE

OOC: If you want, you both can split the thread because each of you will likely have a different conversation. I’ll reblend the thread once those respective talks are over. ;)
-Tony

Marishka gave Stark a final glance.

“Save the last dance for me.” she said before bowing to her new partner and taking his hand.

Marishka wondered if the resemblance to Julien was intentional or dumb luck but, somehow, she didn’t believe dumb luck fit the bill when it came to Orvos.

“Well here’s hoping you can keep up.”

  • Marishka

The man took her hand in his, and allowed the other to settle on her hip. “You’re quite a woman, aren’t you?” he said, eyeing her up and down as they moved to the music. “Orion and Klingon, is it?” A bemused grin was plastered to the man’s face.

-Mysterious Man

Marishka followed the man’s movements, nodded, and smiled.

Part fo her was frustrated with this whole situation. Orvos was just an engineer and she was merely a bartender, but they both knew that wasn’t the whole truth at all. So if he wanted a performance, she would give him one.

“You are correct. A spectacularly manipulated birth.”

  • Marishka

“Sounds like quite the story,” replied the man, not seeking to push too much. “You must be quite the fighter. Computer records for this holodeck indicate as much anyway.”

In the distance, she would see an almost ghostly vision of her and Stark taking on a group of ninjas with no mercy.

“Kindred spirits we seem to be,” he said with a curious grin. He meant nothing threatening by it, but that was all up to her interpretation as well.

-Lt. Orvos Legen, CE

“I have to be able to hold my own, so why not be good at it? What do you mean by kindred spirit?” Marishka asked pleasantly all the while moving effortlessly with this new partner.

  • Marishka

The man grinned wide, a small dimple to be seen on one side of his face. “We’re both fighters. Bred for combat, though it is peculiar you use this particular garb. In any case…” he said as he turned her around once and dipped her down, his face inches from her own. “There is one thing I must know. Is Orvos Legen on this ship?”

-Mysterious Man

Marishka thought that was an odd question to say the least. Her silver eyes caught the man’s as they moved together.

“Step outside and find out. Either I can’t discuss what I don’t know or I won’t discuss what I do know. Choose wisely my pretty.” she responded calmly.

  • Marishka

The man grinned. “I didn’t think you would share. No harm in asking anyway.” He pulled her back up to dance further. “I must admit, I did not expect to find someone here like you. My name is Dawson, and you are?” he asked some more.

-Dawson

Marishka kept eyeing the man with a slow cool smile on her face.

“Well for now I’m your current dance partner. Information for information. What do you want this person for? It might be worth my name.” she said feigning curiosity.

  • Marishka

OOC: What’s the timeline of this Ian, can Julien bardge in and rip this fellow apart?

OOC: I’m not sure on the exact timing of this, but I have no qualms with Julien showing up haha. I’ll leave timing in Ian’s hands.

OOC It’s Marishka’s side sim so not really my call :-) I was thinking it was presim because I set up Stark to make her a protector of the family so that she’d have an excuse to go nuts on Hamilton when he showed up, but it’s all good either way.

OOC: Um wait… I thought we were blaming this part on Tony.

OOC I always blame Tony :-) I think the only thing here is to determine if this is pre or post sim? I think?

OOC: I guess I can take the blame, now that I think of it. :P Let’s say this is pre-sim. Probably taking place not long after the one side-sim Stark and Janna were on with Orvos. So, at this point, it really does explain why Orvos is probably a bit testy right now. :P

IC: Dawson continued their dance as the song neared its end. Dawson smiled. “He created this. I also happen to know him very well. I need to find him.” He raised an eyebrow, curiosity displayed on his face as to whether he would get her name now.

-Dawson

Marishka wasn’t certain what to make of this whole situation. Perhaps it would be a good idea to play along but her suspicious mind wouldn’t stop working. That mind had served her well over the years so she usually tried to listen to it.

“Well, depending on who you ask, I probably have a lot of names and a few titles. I’m not bragging, just very busy. You may call me Eroméni.” she said with a smile.

  • Marishka

Ian

Ian

One of Dawson’s eyebrows rose at the mention of her name. “Eroméni it is then. I like it,” he said with a bit of a grin as they continued their dance. “I regret to have met you in this fashion Eroméni. I may have put you in jeopardy without realizing it. If I have, then I sincerely apologize. I only hope to that the jeopardy I imagine is merely a figment of my imagination.”

As soon as he finished his sentence, all of the dancers vanished into thin air. It startled Dawson for a moment and put him on guard as he slowed down their pace. She would likely feel his hands tighten in reaction to the surprise. He trained his eyes onto the two remaining participants, Stark and the red haired dame. She too had stopped and spoke directly to him from across the floor. “We need to get out now!”

In the breadth of a moment, she vanished like the other holographic people. Dawson stepped slowly away from Marishka. “I believe I must not bid you farewell, Eroméni. Until we meet again.” He then gingerly brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.

-Dawson


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