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Side sim - Time to hang out in the Lounge

Posted Oct. 12, 2021, 11:25 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

Posted by Lieutenant Séan Iven (Chief of Psychiatry) in Side sim - Time to hang out in the Lounge

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Solal Segal (Oncology and Immunology) in Side sim - Time to hang out in the Lounge
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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

Solal turned at the sound of a voice, he was vaguely familiar with the accent. Something from the UK, or nearby anyway. He was not particularly intimidated by Séan, an inch taller but physically considerably smaller than the other man. Solal himself, though he was only half so, had strong Vulcan heritage, and unless he mentioned it, or one tested his blood perhaps, it was difficult to tell by looking at him he wasn’t all Vulcan. But he was raised in France, on Earth, by a pair of human men, and his voice carried his own lightly French accent. “Go ahead,” he replied indifferently, glancing at the stool and then back to Séan.

~ Lt JG Solal, Doctor

Séan was surprised by the accent this Vulcan man had. He decided not to mention it though as he took a seat with a nod in thanks. He waved down the bartender and ordered a spiced rum, non-alcoholic, before he turned a little towards Solal to continue the conversation. “I’ve just joined the Ogawa, got here by shuttle a few hours ago, and decided to come here for a chance to unwind before bed. What brings you to the lounge?”

CoP Iven

“Welcome to the ship,” said Solal, sipping his tea. As of yet, he didn’t seem to take much interest in the conversation. Being polite, but uninvested. “Sometimes one’s quarters become.. tiresome.” He decided to answer. It was an accurate response. He could have stayed there, instead he had chosen to come here. Until Séan had sat down, Solal had been seated alone, with no one anywhere near him. He wondered offhandedly what made Séan choose next to him to sit. He wasn’t annoyed by Séan’s presence, though, and he made no move to leave, nor did he give any indication that he wanted Séan to do so.

~ Lt JG Solal, Doctor

Séan’s initial response was delayed as his hot chocolate arrived. He smiled in thanks to the bartender before he took a tentative sip. It was hot of course so that initial sip was all he did for the moment. He addressed Solal’s reply to him with a smile before he said, “Thank you for the welcome. Other than that strange woman from HR, you’re the first I’ve talked to. I couldn’t convince my mind that I should get some sleep though my body is telling me I should quite insistently. Something about a new quarters that just won’t let one relax perhaps. But isn’t one’s quarters supposed to be where one can retreat, reflect, relax?”

CoP Iven

Another sip of tea, and then Solal shrugged. “I suppose so. It’s a place to sleep.” He thought for a moment that Séan must’ve arrived quite recently if he was the only crew member he’d spoken to. But then he realized Séan had just said he arrived hours ago. “You arrived on the ship, and the first thing you did is come to the lounge?” He asked curiously. It was the last thing he’d do, then again, he wasn’t the most personable… person.

~ Lt JG Solal, Doctor

Séan grinned wryly as he couldn’t help but chuckle. “I suppose that is a bit strange. I wanted to get a feel for the atmosphere on the ship. What emotions are the crew feeling in a large group? Is the pursuit for recreation and camaraderie natural or a little desperate? Sometimes when a group of people are under some stress, the desire to cut loose becomes a bit frantic.” He took another sip of his hot chocolate. “It’s a habit of mine to get a feel for things as quickly as I can so that I know what I’ll be dealing with. Plus when I meet with the Captain tomorrow I can relate my observations.”

CoP Iven

Solal raised a brow in a typical Vulcan fashion. “You’re a psychologist.” The visit to the lounge made sense then, though Solal, like most Vulcans, didn’t see the point in such a study, what amounted to him to the study of emotions. He turned back to his cup and sipped the tea. “Any interesting observations, then?” He asked. He didn’t mean to be condescending in any way, despite his reservations regarding psychology in general. He just didn’t particularly know what else to ask.

~ Lt JG Solal, Doctor

“Yes.” Séan answered softly, though whether he was answering the question or the deduction was left unsaid. “You were an… anomaly, after I observed the lounge for a bit. I know that Vulcans do have emotions despite the stereotype otherwise, though the various disciplines that suppress them can make it seem like one is unfeeling. You though stood out as your body language conveys a bit of loneliness and… sadness, I think. So despite coming to the lounge to get out of your quarters, you’re lonely but not seeking out any companionship. Despite my job being concerned with the health of the crew, I’m not exactly on the clock yet, so instead of officially inquiring I thought a conversation might be nice. I like meeting new people too, so it’s a bonus really.”

CoP Iven


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