Posted Jan. 20, 2021, 9:02 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Janna Kingston (Assistant Counsellor) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Lounge-Taking a Late Break
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Janna Kingston (Assistant Counsellor) in Lounge-Taking a Late Break
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Lounge-Taking a Late Break
Posted by… suppressed (4) by the Post Ghost! 👻(snip)
“Hmm, Janna mused and held up a finger. “No psychological thrillers. I’ve dealt with enough abnormal psych in my career and I try not to bring my work home with me. “But, action could be fun. And I like drama with good character. Comedies are welcome too.”
She snorted. “I really narrowed that down for you, didn’t I?” Kingston said.
~Janna Kingston, ACNS
Marishka seemed to appear from out of nowhere. It was her turn behind the bar and she had a habit of just slipping in. It always left Ted a bit perplexed but he knew it was just her way so, he shrugged and politely murmured to her getting her caught up on whom was drinking what, how long they had been there, etcetera. She knew about the new Ops officer but, seeing him there in her bar, was quite another story. As a half Orion female with Klingon bolstered pheromones there was no way he wouldn’t have noticed her no matter what she did in despite her years of practiced control. The tingle in his nose would be faint but familiar.
Quickly she walked to a terminal behind the bar and readjusted the atmospheric controls. Generally speaking, Marishka wasn’t fond of Orion males but she didn’t have that luxury at this moment. As soon as she was off shift, she would be paying Stark a visit. For now she decided to have a double shot of Hot Blood and get on with her job.
- Marishka
Hammor was chuckling and smiling one moment… and suddenly his face went rigid and his whole body tensed up. He sniffed the air and his head whipped around and he stared directly into Marishka’s back with a look bordering on either fear or rage. Taking a moment to visibly compose himself, he turned back to Janna. “Sorry about that. It’s an Orion thing…” and he smiled a somewhat apologetic smile. “Well… at least it’s a this Orion thing. Now where were we?”
Hammor, Ops
She glanced between Hammor and Marishka casually. Janna knew better than to pry when it wasn’t called for, or the moment was wrong, and instead she just filed the information away as maybe being helpful at some point. Even with friends it was important to know when to push or not, and when something is vital to a person’s interactions. “Well, aside from vetoing psychological thrillers, I was being unhelpful at picking, and so I think you’re just going t have to suggest something you think I’d like. Even though we’re more or less strangers,” she said with a grin.
~Janna Kingston, ACNS
Hammor smiled and said “Too true. So let’s alleviate that issue, shall we? I am starving. Would you like to join me for a bite and we can discuss the relative merits of modern versus classic cinema?” and he laughed… but there was something missing in the laugh that had been there before the arrival of the other Orion.
Hammor, Ops
She had been planning on a quick decompress before heading back to her quarters, but if there was anything that was true right now it was that entire counselling staff was trying to ward off their own burnout, so taking moments like this for social connection, “Sure,” Janna said with a thoughtful nod. “Let’s do that.”
~Janna Kingston, ACNS
“Fantastic. Why don’t you get another round and I’ll go find us a table?” Daggum asked as he stood up and looked around for a good spot. Spying one, he indicated it with a nod of his head and went to grab it before someone else snagged it at shift change. By the window, table for four… which meant elbow room.
Hammor, Ops
“Sounds like a plan,” she said with a grin. A third drink- it was a good thing they were drinking synthehol (not that Marishka didn’t serve real alcohol, but she couldn’t imagine the captain would be happy with a large amount of it on her ship).
Getting up, she moved down the bar a bit. “A refill on the strawberry daiquiri and white wine, please,” she said to the server, though she wasn’t sure if Marishkas herself was working just now. “Hello, Marishka,” she said with a friendly smile. She didn’t know the hostess very well but she appreciated the cozy place she had made The Parthenon.
~Janna Kingston, ACNS
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