Posted Nov. 21, 2021, 12:43 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Solal Segal (Oncology and Immunology) (Lucas Foxley)
Posted by Lieutenant Séan Iven (Chief of Psychiatry) in Side sim: Lounge Shenanigans
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Solal Segal (Oncology and Immunology) in Side sim: Lounge Shenanigans
Solal had once again taken to the lounge, though today it was because he needed the table space. There really wasn’t much in the way of cleared off flat surfaces in his quarters. Sitting at an empty table in the corner of the lounge he fiddled with a deck of playing cards. One did not grow up on Earth without learning at least a few card games and Solal was no exception. Shuffling the deck, he set up a round of solitaire, using the empty space for the card spread.Some time later, his current round was nearly finished. It was a good way to waste time. Solal rarely played with anyone else, he’d found rather quickly that people didn’t like when one was good enough with memory and numbers to know how to win a game of poker. But he had always liked the games, and a deck of cards did not take up much space. In fact, it fit right in the pocket of his violin case, the very violin he preferred never to tell anyone about. When he’d won the game of solitaire, he switched games, playing himself in the card game of war.
~ Lt JG Solal
Séan entered the lounge in uniform and after a long day of counselling. His quarters was close enough to the psychiatry suite that he could’ve changed but he didn’t look forward to being alone, so instead he headed straight to the lounge. It was probably a bit of irony that he was tired after dealing with people and their problems but still wanted to be around people.
After picking up a drink with a bit of strength to it, he surveyed the lounge to look for a quiet perch to watch people. Imagine his surprise to see the half Vulcan crewmate with a card game going. He was one part intrigued and another part mischievous in his decision to wander over to Solal’s table. Afterall, Solal hadn’t come in for a check-up and soon Séan would have to hunt him down anyway. Why not preempt that?
“Hi there. Who’s winning?” Séan asked in his baritone voice.
CoP Iven
The voice was instantly recognisable to Solal, and yet he found himself looking up to check and see that he was right in who it was. And all of a sudden, he wondered why he hadn’t learned his lesson about hanging around the lounge the first time. He bit back a rather sarcastic answer and instead replied, “It’s war, the game is little more than one of chance. Though for the record, it seems most likely that deck will win.” He pointed to the opposite side of his own half of the deck as he played another draw. From his side, a ten of hearts, and from the opposite deck a queen of clubs was drawn.
~ Lt JG Solal
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