Posted July 2, 2022, 12:26 a.m. by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) (Catt Bennett)
Posted by Civilian Dawson (Intelligence Operative) in The Parthenon - New Boardee
Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in The Parthenon - New Boardee
Posted by Civilian Dawson (Intelligence Operative) in The Parthenon - New Boardee
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Dawson had gotten his evals done and was going to touch base with the new CIO when the time came. She apparently seemed busy getting settled in, so he decided to meander his way to a certain lounge, run by a certain woman.He strolled up confidently to the bar with a grin on his face. He wore black slacks and a dark, semi-tight shirt that emphasized his strength. He wasn’t a man with bulging muscle, but he certainly was one with evident physique.
Dawson new the facade that Orvos had created would not last long. Quite frankly, he wanted to be there at the ready when it failed. But more to the point, she interested him. The pheromones in person only served to emphasize that too well. He kept his empathic senses open to receive whatever was happening as he looked about for that lovely green woman.
-Dawson, Intel
The bar was filled with the low murmur of conversation. The staff was busy at their normal tasks. Behind the bar a young mousy woman was being taken to task by Marishka herself.
“The one thing behind this bar I asked never to be touched, now I’m going to have to have it cleaned, restored, and removed, all because you couldn’t listen. I think your tenure here is over Sandra. You can reapply in six months.”
With that, the woman silently left. She had been trying to say her peace for the last five minutes but Marishka wasn’t having it. All Sandra had done was move and clean a small black saucer with a black, gold rimmed, cup. Sandra had even fixed the large chip in the rim. She had no idea why this upset Marsihka.
As Sandra passed by the newcomer she shot him a warning look.
A few seconds later Marishka, herself, turned around and saw Dawson at the bar.
“Are you a nightmare, a daydream, or an assassin?” she asked quietly.
- Marishka
Dawson took in the entire scene but was still mostly focused on Marishka. He wasn’t privy of the situation and a part of him felt bad for Sandra, but he wasn’t going to interject himself in a situation he knew nothing of.
“Not an assassin, could be a nightmare to some, but I much prefer to be the daydream,” he said with a slight grin. “How have you been?” He asked thoughtfully, his empathic senses open to her feelings whether she knew it or not.
-Dawson, Intel
Marishka’s racial make up, and many years of training, made it quite difficult for all but the most cunning of empaths to read. She found that those that tried usually had very dark intentions.
“How do you think I’ve been? It’s been, well, interesting. Now that you’re here, I have a feeling it’s going to get even moreso.” she paused and studied him a bit more closely, “Okay so, why are you here?”
- Marishka
Dawson didn’t pry with his empathy. Besides, he didn’t need it to gather what he wanted to know.
“Oh many reasons really. But ultimately, star-fleet has need of me to be here, on this ship. I’m technically civilian, I know, but they seem to still acquire my skills when absolutely necessary.” He then paused with a slight smile prying at the creases of his mouth, his eyes clearly entertained perhaps. “If you’re asking why I’m here in this room however…”
He paused, his eyes locked onto hers as he spoke. “Wanted to get a drink, and pay some attention to this establishment.” Was it really what he said? There were indeed perhaps layers to his words, with the possibility to discover the true meaning when peeled back like a banana.
-Dawson, Intel
Marishka held Dawson’s gaze for several long seconds.
“Right. Star Fleet needs you here and you had absolutely no peek at the crew manifest before you decided to fulfill their need because you’re just so good at fulfilling needs, aren’t you Dawson?”
Perhaps there were layers of meaning to Marishka’s words as well. Suddenly, her day had just gotten more interesting so, of course, she would pour this man a drink and make certain he paid attention to the establishment.
“And what can I get for you… Good sir?” she asked.
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