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Pre Sim - Lounge - New Faces, New Friends? (Tag CNS, Brison)

Posted Aug. 28, 2020, 10:57 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash (Chief Tactical Officer) (David Shotton)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in Pre Sim - Lounge - New Faces, New Friends? (Tag CNS, Brison)

Posted by Lieutenant Revna Edman (Counselor) in Pre Sim - Lounge - New Faces, New Friends? (Tag CNS, Brison)

Posted by Lieutenant Auleraine Brison (Engineering Officer) in Pre Sim - Lounge - New Faces, New Friends? (Tag CNS, Brison)
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“Actually, chasing folks around the ship is a good pastime. But other than that, there is an amazing Arboretum, holo decks with some great sharable programs and of course, there is also Mike’s Bar. It’s relatively new on the ship and hasn’t quite caught on with ‘everyone’ so it’s a good place for alcohol. REAL, not synth. And Mike actually has a working Jukebox from old Earth. It’s been modified, of course, but it looks and sounds amazing none the less.”

Lera
Engineer
(Onion ring stealer extraordinaire)

Mardusk, CoS

Chasing people down had gotten Revna into trouble. She still wasn’t sure what was going on with Nash and why he continued to mess with her, but that was an issue for another time. “Holodecks can always be a good distraction. I heard Atlantis actually had 3 arboretums. I’ll have to make a point to go see them all. As for Mike’s bar. It sounds nice, and the jukebox is temping, it’s not really for me.” She sighs. “But apparently this Mike threatened to have my sister thrown out. So apparently he knows trouble when he sees it.”

Lt. Edman, Counselor

Lera laughed. “I wouldn’t trust his judgment completely. Far as I know he’s never kicked Mar out. And I know I’ve never been booted.” She was still smiling as she glanced back at Revna. A soft look came over her features. She glanced a moment at Mardusk as the chiding, despite being a tease, came back to mind.

Lera glanced at Revna and nodded. “Yes, the arboretum’s are lovely. But if you are ever bored, you’re also welcome to come to engineering. It’s probably even more boring than most locations, but you asked about it. I shouldn’t have brushed it off.” She wasn’t quite ready to delve into mundane discussions about warp cores and plasma conduits at the tamee. But if the Counselor was interested, who was Lera to stop someone from seeing it. It was kind of a passion to her. She just had never met anyone outside engineering circles who was also interested.

Lera
Engineer

“Well I am certainly not going to pretend to be interested in warp propulsion, though of course I’m intrigued, but it is beyond me. Basic classes at the Academy had me in tutoring 5 days a week. But…well, for instance, an engineering team just put a mini arboretum in the lower elementary school rooms. There was nothing like that there. And it totally fascinates me how they built one to fit that space. Like I said, something out of nothing.” Revna shakes her head and smiles in admiration.

Harry brought the food. “Thanks, Harry.” She moved her plate to make room for all the other stuff. She closed her eyes a moment in thanks and lifted her glass to herself, “Til de som har gått før,” and took a sip.

Lt. Edman, Counselor

Lera was respectfully quiet as the woman asked her blessings and waited for her to take a sip before responding. “It was beautiful, whatever you said. As to the arboretum, I’m happy to show you how we process and create those ‘things out of nothing’.” She smiled as her own food and part of Mar’s showed up. She, herself, kept tucked to a corner so Mar could get all his food on the table. She took another sip of her drink before getting the courage to ask, “If I am not being inconsiderate, or rude, may I ask what you said? I gathered it was a blessing of some kind, from the reverence, but I’m not familiar with the language.” She felt her cheeks tint, slightly. She liked unique languages. Not necessarily from a linguistic knowledge desire, but just the knowledge of the existence of the other speaking options.

Lera
Eng

Revna nodded, excited to see how it worked, “I would love to see how you do that.” She took a bite of the food and was pleasantly surprised by how accurate the replicator had managed. “Oh, not at all. It means ‘to those who have gone before.” Actually the whole thing is ‘Til de som har gått før, vil jeg hedre deg i Valhalla.’ It means ‘To those who have gone before I will honor you in Valhalla.’ It’s modern Norwegian, from Earth. It is the custom, of my people, of my ancestors, whenever gathered together to toast those we have lost. Usually it is followed by a listing of names.” Revna took another bite, “I am very connected to my roots. It gives a sense of center and place.”
Lt. Edman, Counselor

Lera smiled. “I can appreciate that. I guess I believe there is something bigger out there. I have survived too much, and found too much,” she smiled and glanced at Mar, “to think I’m the biggest thing in my universe. I just never thought beyond that thought. What about you, Mar? We’ve never discussed ancestors or deities before.” It seemed an odd thing, but then again, what wasn’t odd about all they had been thru together. He had seen her at her lowest point and she had seen the side of him few did. This just seemed another facet of that part of themselves.

Lera
Engineer

Revna looked at her glass, she’d downed that cider a little fast, “Excuse me. I’m going to go get a refill.” The conversation seeming to be turning to something slightly more personal. Revna tried to be discreet and give them space if they needed it. She was out of her drink and instead of cider she wanted something slightly stronger. It was that or head down the corridor to her quarters to get her meds. Her lungs were aching and she hoped that getting up and walking a bit would help. She walked over to the bar, leaning against it slightly. “Hey Harry. A shot of black label whisky and another Solo. Any trouble happening anywhere?” The lounge was quiet, it always was, and that’s why she liked it. While she waited for Harry to get her drinks she concentrated on breathing slowly and moving the air through her lungs.

Lt. Edman, Counselor

Placing the Solo on the bar and a small glass into which he poured the requested whiskey, Harry nodded. “About twenty paces to your left,” he told her and placed an ashtray on the bar beside her Solo.

As soon as Harry put the ashtray down Revna knew who was walking through the door. She smirked slightly, she’d asked Harry about trouble, and Nash was certainly trouble. The question was, was he a good kind of trouble?

Twenty paces to Revna’s left, the doors to the lounge closed behind Nash as he walked in and looked around, his eyes passing over Mardusk and the Engineer he had seen around the ship a few times before coming to a stop on Revna. He slowed his pace towards the bar slightly and his eyes moved from Revna to his bar stool and back again, like he was half expecting her to make a dash for the chair.

She shook her head slightly. She managed to make him alter his pace this time, and she wasn’t even trying. She picked up the shot and tossed it back. She shook her head at Harry when he went to pour another one.

Taking out his cigar, he continued his pace and walked to the bar, coming to a stop right beside Revna. He stuck the cigar into the corner of his mouth, and nodded to Harry who passed him a glass filled with two fingers of Nash’s own prefered whiskey, then he glanced at Revna with a small smile on his lips. “Of all the bars on all the ships in the Federation, you walk into mine.” He quipped his own version of the famous line, then his eyes moved to the shot and the Solo on the bar in front of her. “Hard day? You know you should give up the Solo, nasty habit that.”

Lt Cmdr Nash

She smiled at him. “I didn’t know you owned this bar, Nash,” she teased. She’d seen him glance at his chair and she shook her head. “Maybe next time. I’ve got a seat over there,” she nodded toward Mardusk and Lera. She nodded slightly to his question taking one of those slow shallow breaths, “Just having a hard time tonight.”

Looking over at the table, Nash looked back to Revna and smiled. “Of course, enjoy your dinner. If you want, call me later. I’m not going to stay here long, and we can talk if you like.”

Realizing, too late, that a question, meant to open up things between them all, had backfired, she sighed as Revna left the table. “Sorry, Mar. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea after all. Seems my social skills are lacking. I should get back to engineering and see if the polarity diagnostics are done. You two should enjoy your lunch.” She started wiping her mouth with her napkin in preparation of leaving. She had embarrassed herself, and him, in her rudeness and she wasn’t sure how to make it better. “Seems I’m better at Arboretums and singular conversations with you,” she murmured.

Revna glanced back at the table and saw Lera leaving. She touched Nash’s arm briefly in apology. “Maybe next time.”

How did one go to the Counselor after this to discuss their inadequacies, when it was the Counselor such things had affected?

Lera
Engineer

Revna headed towards the table before Lera could get up. The quick pace didn’t help, but the shot should kick in in a moment. Revna felt bad. “I’m sorry. That was probably rude of me. I,” she takes a deep breath. The memory is still raw, and not everyone wants the gory details of your life, “didn’t mean to be. I have some lung damage. Some times it helps to get up and walk, stretch. I didn’t mean to offend either of you.” She sits back down in her chair, and pops the top on the Solo can. “Now, where were we?”

Lt. Edman, Counselor

Lera bit her lip and settled back in her seat. With Revna back, she doubted Mardusk would let her leave now, anyway. “I was just removing my foot from my mouth. Apparently my Shepard’s Pie wasn’t enough this evening.” She laughed, but it was almost unsettling. She wasn’t sure how to comment on the lung issue. And having already messed things up once, she wasn’t inclined to do it again.

“Lung damage? No fun.” Mardusk said around a mouthfull of lasagne. Swallowing, he said “How’d it happen?”, seemingly oblivious to the social faux pas… at least until he smiled and said “And yeah, I know you’re not supposed to ask. But I’m a sucker for injury stories. You tell us yours, and I’ll tell you how I got two phaser burns in a perfect X dead-center of my back.”

“I seriously doubt I would win in an injury contest,” Revna chuckled softly. Really? She shouldn’t be surprised she opened her mouth in an effort to put Lera at ease. She wasn’t sure she really wanted to share this story yet again. She was already having a rough evening medically. Plus she didn’t like the way people looked at her, like she’d done something amazing or courageous, and it wasn’t that. It was her job, that was it. Like Nash said, it wasn’t stupid and it wasn’t heroic. It was what she had to do. She grinned ruefully, mostly at herself. “Really, Mardusk? You don’t know already? I would have thought my transfer came with a warning for the chief of security.”

Too many years of telling the truth and being as open and vulnerable as she tried to encourage her patients to be got the best of Revna. Though only someone who really knew her would know she didn’t want to be at the moment. “There was an incident with a patient. I got hurt in the crossfire, so to speak.”

Changing the subject, she nodded to the bar. “What’s the shot preference for a Counselor? I oddly pictured you a tea and wine drinker.” She smiled, this time teasing the woman.

Lera
Engineer

Mardusk, CoS

“Can’t get my preference here. Back home my da and my uncle make mead. Wine made from fermented honey. But my uncle makes a fine liquor out of it too. But out here, whisky. There are some very smooth and refined whishy’s from Scotland back home, but tonight was a rougher, you know you just downed it, black label whisky.” Revna shrugged, it was good for taking the edge off and reminding you why you were downing the shot. “Tea is boring, no matter where it comes from, and wine, is okay, with the right food, but on it’s own,” Revna shrugs, “If I drink, I like to know I’m drinking.” She grins and takes a bite of her food.”

Lt. Edman, Counselor

Lera laughed. “I know what you mean about drinking. As to the Meade, you should ask Mike. If he can’t get it, I’m sure he can find an off world similarity to it. Only real alcohol in his place, so worries about synths.” She smiled and started to relax again. She wasn’t sure she was ready, herself, for a ‘who has more scars from what’ discussion. Her own body was striped with them to the point that when she wasn’t thinking clearly, it reminded her of lace draped on her back and hips. Having not sat down with Revna in a professional capacity yet, that was a conversation she wasn’t ready to have yet.

Lera
Engineer

Mardusk nodded at the mention of Mike. “He has mead. The real stuff. The knock-a-Klingon-on-their- backside kind. I send a case of it to Lord T’kor a few times a year.” and he laughed. “He uses it as an initiation right for new members of his crew.” and he chuckled again, forgetting that neither of the women probably knew who he was talking about.

Mardusk, CoS

Revna’s eyes lit up, “My sister said he had the good stuff. I’ll have to get Harry to get a bottle from Mike to keep for me. I’ll pay top price and then some for it. If he won’t let Harry have a bottle I’ll have to brave Mike’s bar to negotiate a bottle out of him.” It had been a long time since she’d had good mead. And though she didn’t look like it, Revna could drink it like no one’s business. “If he’s brave enough to use it as an initiation right, I might need to meet this Lord T’kor some time.” She took a sip of her Solo but of course it wasn’t what she wanted. “I may have to beg my Da and my uncle to ship some of theirs out here to us.”
Lt. Edman, Counselor

Lera took another bite of her dinner and laughed. “I’d love to see Mike and you discuss that. He’s easy going, but never tried to get a bottle out the door on him.” She watched Mar put away his food like it was a single sandwich and smiled slightly, shaking her head. The first time she’d seen him do it had impressed her. Now she wondered if half the time it wasn’t a snack to keep those around him from truly being uncomfortable.

“If I go to ask Mike about it, I’ll let you know Lera, and I’ll bring my sister along too. I think you’d like her. She’s…well she’s Runa.” Revna chuckles finishing off her dinner. She notices how often Lera glances at Mardusk and she keeps the soft smile to herself. Lera obviously felt a great deal for him and the feeling was mutual, and they were very comfortable together. That was a rare thing, and she hoped that the red tape of being a Star Fleet officer never got in their way.

Glancing back at Revna, she smiled. “So everything’s good here for you? Other than the Meade, of course. Getting settled in? Can get you anything you need for your office or quarters, if you want.”

Lera
Eng

“That’s a good question. On the Centurian we had a climbing wall. I would love something like that again, but nothing in the counseling center is big enough for that, unless it was traversed horizontally instead of vertically,” they can both see the wheels turning in her head over that one. “Physical activity is good for getting tension out so the brain can process and communicate. There’s probably one near the gym though. We actually had a few patients that did target practice during therapy.” She thinks about it. “Actually, Lera, I do have something I’d like for the pediatric office, and I should have enough credits to get it. A floor level trampoline. So that it’s even with the floor but an opening in the floor under it. Makes it safer incase they trip. Could you come by sometime and see if that would be possible?”

Lt. Edman, Counselor

Mardusk said “Money is no good here, L-T. Requisitions and paperwork is the currency of the ship. And trust me… you’d trade all the gold-pressed latinum in the galaxy to not have to file those things.” and he laughed. “And without them, Lera here may never have made such a spectacle of herself in my office. So it’s not all bad.” and he looked at Lera and grinned.

Mardusk, CoS

Finishing his drink, Nash handed the glass back to Harry and picked up his cigar from the ashtray… and the bottle of whiskey that Harry handed him. “Seeya Harry,” Nash told the bartender, “catch you around.” He walked for the door and looked over at Revna as he walked, nodding briefly with a smile her way to let her know he was leaving and saying bye. He tucked the bottle under one arm and took the lighter out of his pocket as the doors to the lounge slid closed behind him.

Lt Cmdr, Nash


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