Posted Feb. 28, 2019, 4:56 p.m. by Civilian Astrid Rousseau (Head of the Judicial System) (Amber DeSadier)
Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in A Game of Things…tag all willing partcipants
Posted by Lieutenant Dashel Jamison (Son of Morak) (Chief Intelligence Officer) in A Game of Things…tag all willing partcipants
Posted by Civilian Joseph Karlson (Head of Police Force) in A Game of Things…tag all willing partcipants
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Ugh, who by now had found a seat, looked at the assemblage. “Urg’tohn. Son of House Duroc. Faithful of Kvaar’ton. Chosen Herald of the Builder.” he said flatly, as if he expected everyone there to know exactly what all of the meant.
Urg, Son of House Duroc
Morak would have to talk to Urg’tohn at some time, find out more about House Duroc.
Recognition played across Halai’s tattooed face. “Ahh! You are a brother of K’vorth’s then,” she extrapolated. “It’s an honour to meet you, Urg, I am Halai Cosgrove, I’m the Head of Science and Terraforming.” She knew almost everyone else there- some more than others.
~Halai Cosgrove
As Morak had done earlier with Isariah, he nodded politely to Halai and waited for the introductions to begin.
Astrid figured after a moment that it was her turn next. “I am Astrid Rousseau and it was rightly assumed that I am the Head of Justice for OED V. I am Human and Betazoid.” Somehow doubt that would get her any kind of advantage here. She wasn’t the only person with telepathic abilities and many of the people here had naturally created shields that kept all but the surface thoughts from leaving their heads. Such was the nature of anyone in a position of authority unless they were completely unused to hiding anything, Klingons were always hiding themselves in a bravado version of themselves which amounted to the same thing. She smiled warmly at everyone. “Well, to those I don’t know, I greet you all with the highest respect, but I also am very wary of this kind of game. Does it concern anyone else the stakes?”
Rousseau, HotJ
Morak shrugged at he comment about the game. Games could be useful, if you use them properly, Judge Rousseau, he thought at her, no, he wasn’t partly telepathic, he had worked previously with telepathic beings however, and they had taught him how to project thoughts to them.
Smiling, Ekaterina tapped her cane against the ground. “Oh I’m sure that it won’t be worse than being stranded on a planet with only tribbles for company.” Pausing for a moment, it seemed as though she remembered something, “Oh yes, I’m Ekaterina Aremovich. I would give you my card but it seems as though I have none on my person at the moment.” Taking a flask from her shirt pocket, she took a swig, her cane hanging from her wrist. “I do odd jobs here and there, nothing to really start any conversations over.” On the surface, it seemed like her mind was a wide open door. However, with it came a laser sharp intensity. This woman shared all her her secrets save a few that were locked deep within her mind. To some that would make her quite the dangerous person, as she had nothing to hide, and may have felt like she had nothing to lose.
Ekaterina Artemorvich (Mercenary)
“Oh, Tribbles aren’t too bad, Ekaterina, particularly if you prepare them properly. Saute them in a thick and spicy sauce, then serve with vegetables to suit. They are all skin and bones, and so you need several of them to make a decent sized meal,” Morak said with a smile, “My wife is addicted to Klingon Master Butcher and she’s made a few of the recipes for us. I am Morak, once I was in Starfleet myself, as an Assistant Counselor on a ship. That’s when I met and adopted Dash following the deaths of his parents and twin brother. He was nine, had no family and on a massive Starship. So, I moved back to Quonos and raised him with my own son, Koram. I came to Oed V as Koram is getting married to his fiance and Dash is best man at the wedding. Dash couldn’t get to Quonos or Cardassian Prime for the wedding so we brought the wedding to him.” I apologise for this most alarming attire … does this Q have a sense of humour?”
- Morak
Q suddenly reappeared almost…on cue. (Pun intended.) “And what’s wrong with a bit of a humor? Hmmm?” He looked about with a gleam in his eye.
“Nothing, the crew of the USS Might found me very amusing when I was there,” Morak replied.
“I bet you are all wondering why you are here. It’s quite simple really. A game is afoot, and you are the contestants. The more you know about your competitors, the more you’ll get to know about your competitors.”
Suddenly a padd appeared on the table for each individual person. “Here is where you will find all the rules. No doubt, Captain Conrad here has offered his own take on what is about to happen. And if he hasn’t yet, then I’ll let him share the rules once I leave.” Then, he leaned forward in almost a mockery of seriousness. “But beware, some of you have very interesting things to keep hidden from each other.” His mouth opened in mock shock as well.
Morak snorted at that.
Behind Conrad appeared a dark haired orion woman who said, “Some of you simply can’t bear the thought of telling certain people your secrets. It would destroy them.” She then disappeared.
Then a tall dark haired man, whom some might recognize as Dawson, the owner of Secret Securities on Oed, appeared behind Astrid in nothing more than a swimsuit. “Some of you may very well be in denial about such things,” he said in a voice that the judge would very well recognize. He too disappeared.
She had watched as a woman appeared behind Captain Conrad and disappeared. No doubt she was a fiction based on some sort of reality meant to torment Conrad. Before she could think on it too much, the entity known as Q decided to continue his masquerade. The voice that popped up behind her was familiar to her and she fully expected to see Dawson when she turned around, thinking that Q had brought him here, but as with Conrad, the fiction disappeared only to take up as someone else in another moment. It was all a game.
Then a bald headed deltan appeared behind Halai, also in similar attire as the rest of the contestants. “And still some won’t share due to nobody believing it to actually be the truth.” The man disappeared.
Halai briefly closed her eyes and breathed deeply.
Then a visage of Kvaar’ton appeared behind Urg. “Some are in the business of denying how you feel as well,” he said eyeing not only Urg and Morak, but the commissioner and as well. Before Urg could turn around though, he was gone in the blink of an eye.
“Well, well, well,” said Q witha raised eyebrow. “Seems like you all have a lot to share. Well, never mind me! I’ll let you to it, but don’t worry! I’ll be back to chime in when I can.” He gave a wink to the people present as he leaned back in his chair.
Morak winked back at Q.
“Let the games begin!” And with that…Q disappeared.
Conrad grumbled as he stood up, hoping nobody paid much attention to the orion woman who had no doubt appeared behind him. He knew her voice, he knew who it was.
He cleared his mind as his cleared his throat. “Every person will take a round to sit out and receive answers to the stated topic of the round on their padd from all of the other players. In each round, the person sitting out will receive no points, due to not being able to participate. That same person will recite the answers without giving away who said what. I will begin the game be an example.
“Everyone in turns will take guesses as to who said what. You get one guess. If you are correct, that person is out for the round, you get a point, and you continue until you get one wrong. When you get one wrong, play moves to the next person. Last person standing in a round gets 2 bonus points.”
He paused allowing rooms for questions.
“Does the person who gets one wrong suffer a penalty as a consequence?” Morak asked, “or do they get removed from the game?”
When none came he then stood back and sat on a blanket covered by an umbrella. Clearly it was the spot you sat out a round in.
“The topic is: Things you would recommend to everyone.” He then stood by and waited for their inevitable responses.
-Michael Conrad, Black Sparrow CO
Morak typed a response into a padd and sent it to Michael Conrad’s padd before looking down at what he was ‘wearing’, he sighed, what could possibly be more embarassing than this?
- Morak
OOC: Ok everyone! The game has begun. Send me your responses either by email or discord. Once I have everyone’s replies, Conrad will recite them. And feel free to post in the thread while “waiting” for other players to submit. ;) Any questions, don’t hesitate to ask. :)
-Tony
She watched as each person got the special treatment. Each obviously meant to rattle or expose some level of secret. She wondered how Dawson fit into hers even as a part of her thought she might understand.
Rousseau
Despite the unusual circumstances, Halai was quite eager to play along. There were just certain things that sparked her intrigue as a scientist and unusual situations where she had the opportunity to learn suit her just fine. Grabbing a fun looking cocktail from a passing server, Cosgrove sashayed over to a table and took a seat, crossing her legs and letting the sheer wrap half expose them. Glancing at Michael, she almost winked as she sent him her answer.
~Halai Cosgrove
Conrad had been glancing about, eyeing them all. Getting to know the people would obviously prove advantageous for him as he continued on in the game. Best to be ready for subsequent rounds. As he glanced however, he did pause for a moment to admire the rather luscious legs of Halai. After all, how could he not take in the sight of every curve in just the right spot. He had done so on his own ship, why not here?
After a moment, he broke the temporary gaze to only catch the eyes of the dame. He froze, not sure how to respond. His face however, turned a slight shade of red as he simply gave a grin. Typically he was the straightforward one. Had she unveiled her legs to tease him? Or had it been an accident? Either way, he had a feeling she knew where his eyes had been hovering. He gave a her a wink as he turned his eyes back to his PADD. Whether it had been intentional or not, he knew she knew. He was used to being caught one way or another. He would embrace and challenge it.
Joseph’s annoyance with the situation was barely contained. He disliked something setting terms beyond his control and he disliked the Q continuum even more than the powerlessness that followed hanging around them. Yet now was not the time to rebel. He quickly read over the instructions, wrote down and sent his answer. He wanted to get home as soon as possible, preferably sooner.
Joseph Karlson
Writing down her answer, knowing better than to bother with some kind of revolt or boycott by ignoring the task, Thavos folded her arms over her chest.
Thavos couldn’t decide what aggravated her more: the pathetic situation with Q, or the lack of conversation between the selected which left the atmosphere dull and awkward. Hardly one to twiddle her thumbs while waiting for some omnipotent creature to continue his ploy, Isaria spoke up. “You know, sitting around like a bunch of Andorian adolescents, sulking in your irritation by this impish man, isn’t going to make this any better for any of us.” She observed, “Surely none of you want to twiddle your thumbs while some godly creature decides your fate, right?”
Isaria Thavos
The BoredJoseph smiled slightly at the Head of Education as he turned in his answer “I’ve learned that the best way to deal with these Q’s is to simply wait them out. After you finish their games they usually leave you alone for a good while” He looked down at his impractical shirt, attempting once more in vain to close it over his broad chest “Although I suppose this as good a time as any to get to know each other, even if we may not recall it later”
Commissioner Karlson
“You’ve dealt with this menace before? I pity thee,” Isaria waggishly expressed with half of a frown. Truly, she felt bad for anyone who had to deal with any creature so vexatious as Q presented himself to be.
“No one decides my fate except me.” Urg retorted. But unlike most Klingons, it wasn’t said with anger. It was more a statement of fact, delivered as plainly and with as much assurance as one might say anything that was both obvious and common knowledge.
Urg, Son of House Duroc
Astrid took her time looking around the possible facsimile of a beach and smiled. She hadn’t been on vacation in a good long while. Still her mind continued on even as her body soaked up a little of that lovely sun. Why had Q chosen this group? What were the real parameters to this game he was playing. No doubt the Q continuum was known for its less than obvious rules. They never felt they needed to go through it all before beginning their fun. “I think Q would disagree Urg, but then again maybe not. For now, let us play his game and enjoy this beautiful day. I don’t see a way out of it for now. Might as well leave worry behind.”
Astrid Rousseau
Isaria had to agree with Urg, even with all of Q’s omnipotence, whether authentic or self-proclaimed, he couldn’t exactly dictate one’s fate. At least, not permanently. Nodding, with a slightly raised eyebrow, though of no indication with which of them she agreed, Isaria let her gaze wander. “Playing along with his antics does seem the logical route. Although, nothing about this seems particularly rational.” Thavos pointed out, glancing between the gathered people. It looked as though Q had drawn names from a large bowl of sticks, abducting whoever was chosen to this beach. Alas, perhaps Rousseau had a point, enjoying this little game of Q’s seemed easier than worrying about all of the unanswered queries behind it.
Isaria Thavos
HoECOOC: Thank you guys for continuing on even in my delayed absence. You guys are awesome!
IC: Conrad then strolled to the center table where the group was congregated. “Your results are in. Turn order is as follows: Joseph Karlson, Urg’tohn, Isaria Thavos, Astrid Rousseau, Halai Cosgrove, Morak, and Ekaterina.”
Once order of play was understood, Michael Conrad then moved on to the answers. “And the replies in no particular order are as follows:
‘Sharing a drink with a stranger’
‘Mokbara’
‘Sheep’s Head (the food)’
‘A Nice Hat’
‘Truth’
‘Kick down a door’
‘Self care’ ““Remember, in turn order you will match someone verbally with one of the answers. Said person will tell you if you are right or wrong. If a match is successful, the guessing player goes again (until one is wrong). The one correctly matched is out for the round. Understood?”
The table was just big enough for the lot of them, and he took a seat closer to the ladies. Intentionally glancing about he took a seat and leaned back in his chair while they all guessed.
-Michael Conrad, Black Sparrow CO
OOC: Adding in Liam’s reply while I worked on that post…
IC: Having already entered in her answer, Ekaterina stretched herself out on the beach chair. “I for one am glad for this opportunity. The last beach I was on was full of mines, which made long relaxing walks quite difficult.” Taking a sip out of the coconut in her hand, she fit right in to a picture of perfect relaxation.
Ekaterina Artemovich (Merc)
Joseph listened to the answers and took a moment to consider. Not too long though as he wanted to get this out of the way more than he wanted to win whatever this was. He looked at the two Klingons. He was familiar with Urg but the other one he had not seen. After a moment he pointed at Morak “Did you write down Mokbara?” He asked casually. This game would only work by utilising what he knew about his compatriots and so far he only knew the two Cabinet members personally and the larger of the two Klingons. However, he had no interest in wasting his skills on something so trivial and arcane.
Commissioner Karlson
Morak gazed at the Commissioner, and said, “no, I did not, sorry.”
- Morak
Urg looked around at the gathered individuals. Finally he looked at Astrid and said “Did you ask for a nice hat to go with the nice day?”
Urg’tohn
Astrid looked over at Urg’tohn and smiled slow and amused. “No. I did not.”
Astrid
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