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Side sim - Time to hang out in the Lounge

Posted Oct. 12, 2021, 9:35 p.m. by Lieutenant Séan Iven (Chief of Psychiatry) (Matt Evans)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Solal Segal (Oncology and Immunology) in Side sim - Time to hang out in the Lounge
Solal rarely visited the lounge, but lately he’d found himself with little to do in his free time. He still practiced his music, but not every day, and not as frequently as before Achilleas had transferred. The only person who’d heard Solal play his violin since his school days. They were friends, he supposed, and that was why he supposed he was experiencing another one of those pesky human emotions: He missed him. He had learned the art of Vulcan meditation, but he hadn’t been trained as strictly as children raised on Vulcan, and so, though he preferred ignore them, he experienced his emotions more like a human than the typical Vulcan did.

And so he found himself, sat at the lounge counter, with some sort of tea humans would probably find bland, watching whoever else happened to be there at the time. The crew of the Ogawa was quite diverse, it was an interesting group to people watch. But honestly, he was only here because he couldn’t think of anywhere else to be. He wasn’t working, he wasn’t presently reading anything, and he didn’t feel like sneaking off somewhere to play the violin (the holodecks were booked up). Still, it wasn’t an awful place to be. It was moderately busy that night, not empty, but not bustling.

~ Lt JG Solal, Doctor

Séan found himself coming to the lounge partly out of boredom, because he couldn’t convince himself to go to sleep early, and he wanted a chance to get a feel for the crew’s mood. While not being an empath he was still able to deduce moods and feelings from body language and such. On the whole it looked like crew morale was high, though perhaps a little forced when it came to letting off stress. Something about the Ogawa’s mission was stressful for the crew, though he wasn’t sure what exactly was the cause. His recent arrival only provided him with a shallow understanding thus far.

While observing the people relaxing and making merry in the lounge, Séan noticed a difference at the bar. A curiously emotional Vulcan. Not clearly distraught or even obviously emotional, but more so than Vulcans usually were for those who looked. He walked over to the bar and stopped a good arms length from the Lieutenant, so as not to invade their space during the first meeting.

“Hello I’m Séan.” He offered in way of greeting with a deep voice and slight Irish accent. His height and build tended to intimidate people on first encounters, so on this outing to the lounge he wasn’t in uniform. Instead he was wearing some loose fitting clothes to soften his outline and hopefully make himself appear warm and approachable. His taste in sweaters probably wasn’t all that great, but sometimes leaving a bit of a hapless impressing was endearing.

“Do you mind if I sit next to you?” He asked while motioning to the adjacent stool.

CoP Iven


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