Posted Feb. 9, 2023, 12:04 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Thomas McGregor (COS) (Brandon Irvine)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vanessa Slade (CNS) in Lounge (side sim)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Thomas McGregor (COS) in Lounge (side sim)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vanessa Slade (CNS) in Lounge (side sim)
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He was not, to be clear, moping.He could understand how a casual observer might draw that conclusion, given how he was posed: head propped in his non-dominant (left) hand, dominant hand loosely gripping a half-full tumbler of (synthehol) whiskey, idly rocking it so that the liquid would slowly swill around, forlorn appearance featuring an apparent vacant stare at nothing in particular, and the occasional dramatic exhalation. The look was exacerbated by the fact that he was alone at his table.
But those who only gave him a singular glance would miss one important detail about the scene: the table was the one with the best vantage point of the entire lounge. It was the furthest from the door, up against one of the viewports, but on an elevated platform that gives him an improved view over the lower tables.
He was observing, not moping. And no busybody counselor (or amateur therapist) could tell him otherwise.
COS
Vanessa walked into the lounge and gave the room a quick survey before mumbling something under her breath. Walking to the bar Vanessa could not hide the limp in her left leg. Medical technology was next to magic but that did not every ache or pain was eliminated entirely. Tapping the bar she exchanged a few words with Tony jabbing at the tables behind her. From her body language, it would be clear she was not thrilled but her expression held the exact opposite with a half smirk on her face.
Turning away from the bar she half walked, half hobbled like she was three times her age and a geriatric patient. Vanessa made her way toward the back of the room but did not stop at the open table but took a few more steps stopping at Commander McGregor’s table. “Commander McGregor,” she extended a greeting.
“Counselor,” Thomas replied with a small nod of acknowledgment.
Shifting her weight so it was all on the right leg, Vanessa let out a deep sigh along with a chuckle. “NE Ensign Paulings is now cleared for duty,” she reported on McGregor’s newly minted security officer from the academy. “He just needed a pep talk and some confidence boosting to get him up and back on his feet. No matter how many training drills one goes through it never prepares you for the real thing. I sent the paperwork to your file and notified the XO that Paulings can go back on the roster.”
“Hm,” Thomas made an affirmative noise. That was good news, really, even if he didn’t quite understand the younger man’s malfunction.
Taking a closer look at McGregor’s expression she added, “tough day or lost in thought?”
Vanessa Slade CNS
“Neither,” Thomas replied, allowing a hint of a smirk to ghost over his face. “Training.”
COS
“For a pub crawl or simulation someone is too drunk and becomes disruptive because I got a group of chicks coming and we plan to get drunk and possibility disorderly but the latter is based on the former,” Vanessa let out a half laugh.
Thomas raised an eyebrow. “While that’s good to know, I’m actually training my people-reading skills,” he explained. “A lot of ‘drunk and disorderly’ incidents can be prevented if you know what to look for, so you can nip it in the bud, so to speak.”
He gestured towards an NE in Ops yellow at the bar who was slightly wobbly on his barstool.
“Like that one, for instance. He’s definitely already inebriated, as you can see by his loss of equilibrium. The question now is what kind of drunk is he?”
Vanessa Slade CNS
COS
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