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#11
Quote from: Davy, aka GM on February 26, 2025, 11:07:52 AMDamned if you do, damned if you don't. Cheers."

Cole grimaces in what he hopes is a sympathetic manner and clicks his glass in response.

"That's a tough break, Gina," he sighs, "Here's to boldly going, with the right meds..."

#12
Quote from: Nolmir on February 26, 2025, 04:33:41 PM"But we're supposed to be off duty for the night. Tell me, what do you think of our accommodations? Do they have resorts like this back on your homeworld?"

Voshen looked down at his hors d'oeuvre and wrinkled his eyes in amusement.  "On Zaran II?  No, no, nothing like this.  Cloud cover 80% of the year, volcanic ash storms, fluorine atmosphere...but.  The Third Caves of Vas'thath?  Imagine: perfectly symmetrical caverns of iridescent crystal, precise fractal facets, concentric within each.  Zaranite monks add new cuts every cycle, perhaps a millimeter, each one planned and calculated over years.  Maintained over millennia."

He twisted the base of the cup idly.  "I've never been.  I've watched the holos thousands of times, of course, but...my family moved to Argus V Colony before my birth.  Mandated.  By the Great Enumerations.  The very same ones used to construct the Third Caves, ironically enough.  Very devout, my family.  Very observant."

Pushing the dish away, he levelled his gaze at Tobin.  "I'm the third of three sons, Commander.  It is my preordained duty to man my household, never to leave its environs until the end of my days.  My...culture.  I left, and never looked back.  I have experienced wonders and friendship and done and seen more than I could have done in thirty lifetimes at home."

Tapping his fingers, Voshen turned to watch the horizon and took in a slow breath.  "Anyway, no.  Nothing like this."  The susurrus of the waves swelled and ebbed. 

"Is it much the same?  On Trill?  What exactly are we arguing for here?  What are we being asked to defend?"
#13
Quote from: socrates200X on February 23, 2025, 02:42:48 PM"Commander?  May I join you?"  Lt. Voshen approached Tobin on the patio with a fluted glass of small, local crustaceans, a bright floral stalk waggling on top.  He spent an awkward moment detangling the stem from the tubes of his respirator.  "The need to embellish even the smallest foodstuffs here is certainly a choice."

A peal of laughter rang out from the main building.  Ambassador Dax had reached the punchline of some story and was in the middle of replacing an empty tropical cocktail with another one.  "The ambassador certainly does not seem to mind...embellishment."  He clicked his vocoder twice wryly.  "I will admit: it is a strange temperament to see in such a high-ranking diplomat.  But his reputation speaks for itself, of course.  Are all Trill functionaries as...convivial as Ambassador Dax?"

Tobin smiles as he turns to glance inside at Dax as he holds court. "He is particularly gregarious, for just about any species. At least the ones I'm aware of." The officer looks down and picks at his food. "Certainly part of that is just his personality. But I'm fairly certain he also uses it as a tool for his work -- getting people to let down their guard is highly useful. So don't let his charming frivolity fool you, he is a formidable person."

He looks back up at the Zaranite. "You know, Voshen, he does more than just wrangle diplomats. When I was first assigned to Capt. Treyva's command, we worked with him on an operation to take a rogue Starfleet officer into custody. It was definitely a harrowing introduction to this crew," he says, snorting out a chuckle as he shakes his head ruefully.

"But we're supposed to be off duty for the night. Tell me, what do you think of our accommodations? Do they have resorts like this back on your homeworld?"
#14
The best he can describe it, the drink has the qualities of a smooth lager - maybe a bit heavy on the malt flavor - with notes of a very good single grain whiskey in the background. It certainly kicks like whiskey.

"Oh, don't get me wrong; your girl's as solid as they come. I just can't be in the same compartment with her," Gina admits, throwing a mischievous smile his way as she adds, "that is, unless you're looking for an excuse for me to pass out in your arms.

"You remember that bastard Niro in Captain Schrepfermann's gang? Well, before we knew anything about him, he was just the new helmsman who was coming aboard right after we got back from the first contact with the Watu. I was the duty yeoman and took the opportunity to give him a quick tour of the ship - y'know, good looking Deltan and all...

"Anyway, we're in the turbolift when, all of a sudden, everything goes black," she waves her glass around for effect. "Next thing I know is that I'm on the deck, flat on my back, with Doc Dourap and Casey looking down over me. They tell me I'm allergic to Deltan pheromones - don't react to them the same way others do. Full on anaphylaxis. I tell ya, I've never been more disappointed in anything in my whole life."

She finishes the last of her drink and motions for the bartender to bring another. "I take regular meds, but, apparently, my system can still get overloaded from prolonged contact - like dinner and drinks. Nausea after about 15 minutes, dizziness after about a half-hour - not in any mortal danger, but still not pleasant. Doc said I could take a double dose of meds as a 'booster' to counter it, but, you know, the side effects are mild nausea and migraines. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. Cheers."

OOC: The Ballad of Regina Waymire...
#15
"OK Gina...," Cole replies, accepting the glass from the bartender with a nod and clinking Regina's glass in salute,
"Here's to....whatever this is."

He takes a sip in response, finding the drink not unpleasant.

He leans in slightly closer to the chief.  "I can't let that one slide.. what's with Tann-Tyra then?"
#16
"Please, call me 'Regina,'" she counters with a slight curl to her lips. "Or just 'Gina.' Let's leave the chief-lieutenant stuff in uniform.

"And, yeah - a good pub, a good pint of...whatever this is - " she studies her glass for a moment, her nose scrunching up in thought "- and a good bit of distance between me and Tann-Tyra."

Regina takes a sip whatever it is, glancing at Cole out of the corner of her eye, the corner of her lip still turned upward.
#17
Quote from: Davy, aka GM on February 23, 2025, 03:35:20 PM"Opposite end of the bar, 'round the bend," she says. When he looks that direction, he sees her raising a glass, with a playful tilt to her head. "Saved ya a spot."


Cole walks over and drops gratefully in the saved seat. He catches the bartender's eye and points at Regina's glass, indicating he wants the same.

"So Chief," he says in an exaggerated hushed voice, "Should have known i'd find you in the pub..."
#18
Quote from: Renny on February 22, 2025, 04:06:45 PMCole smiles broadly at this, realizing how long it's been since he had any actual downtime.

"I reckon I can drop my standards a bit, just this once. Where are you?"

"Opposite end of the bar, 'round the bend," she says. When he looks that direction, he sees her raising a glass, with a playful tilt to her head. "Saved ya a spot."

#19
Oh, you two are going to get along famously....
#20
"Commander?  May I join you?"  Lt. Voshen approached Tobin on the patio with a fluted glass of small, local crustaceans, a bright floral stalk waggling on top.  He spent an awkward moment detangling the stem from the tubes of his respirator.  "The need to embellish even the smallest foodstuffs here is certainly a choice."

A peal of laughter rang out from the main building.  Ambassador Dax had reached the punchline of some story and was in the middle of replacing an empty tropical cocktail with another one.  "The ambassador certainly does not seem to mind...embellishment."  He clicked his vocoder twice wryly.  "I will admit: it is a strange temperament to see in such a high-ranking diplomat.  But his reputation speaks for itself, of course.  Are all Trill functionaries as...convivial as Ambassador Dax?"