Posted by Cadet P’Mala Dawes (Doctor) in Deck 12, Cargo Bay- Main Sim

Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Deck 12, Cargo Bay- Main Sim

Posted by Cadet P’Mala Dawes (Doctor) in Deck 12, Cargo Bay- Main Sim
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The line was indeed moving slowly, but given that there was not tons for anyone to do (unless you were doing ship repairs), everyone was in something of a holding pattern. Morton also looked bored but then suddenly grinned at the group. “I’m bored, are you bored? I’ve been at this a few hours, so what do you say we make the waiting more fun? How about we play a game while we sort out supplies? Anyone heard of truth or dare?”

~Mischief Maker

Cadet Baptiste, with a slight smile and a small chuckle replied “Of course sir, it is an old earth game, but I am unsure a Vulcan may have ever played it, or for that matter a Betazoid, no offense ladies. Their cultures and upbringings are far more ‘advanced’ than our Terran upbringings.”

-Cadet Johnathan Baptiste, medical

Taya rolled her eyes at Morton’s suggestion of the game to play. She had learned of it when she was on Earth. Are we in high school? she thought.

Cadet Taya Lenwa - Security

P’Mala shrugged. She’d much rather be doing something than just standing by idly, waiting.

“If y’all are game, I am, too.” she said, crossing her hands across her chest. “I admit that I have never played a social game like this before–unless you count American poker during residency as a ‘social game.’”

-Cadet P’Mala Dawes - Medical

“Well sir, it would appear that you have some ‘captive’ volunteers for your little game of Truth or Dare” replied Cadet Baptiste. “After all it appears we have a small wait on hand.” Quelle excellente façon d’en apprendre davantage sur mes camarades cadets thought Cadet Baptiste, in French. “Who goes first?” he asked.

-Cadet Johnathan Baptiste, medical

One of the other cadets, a shy scientist by the name of Brin Hadley stepped forward, padd in hand. “Sir, I have an idea that might make things more interesting?”

Albert grinned. “Sure, cadet, what’s your idea?”

“Umm, well..” Brin looked down. “You see, when I got here my friend saw this old crate stowed amongst everything that has some cool looking bottles. We could spin one to select who goes next. Closet person’s foot or something like that?”

Morton snapped his fingers and pointed at Hadley. “Cadet, I like your style. Grab a bottle, and let’s hope whichever of the senior officers has their stash down here doesn’t figured it out,” he said with a wink.

Brin came back with a dark brown glass bottle, its long neck spiralling around and up. The sleek lines were not marred with any label and the bottle made no sloshing sound when Morton tipped it back and forth.

“Okay, the rules are simple. I spin the bottle, whomever is up selects truth or dare. If you pick truth, we ask you a question and you have to answer truthfully. If you pick dare, well, you get dared to do something. The caveat being that it can’t break any ship rules and is fitting behaviour for soon-to-be-officers. And yes I know that this sounds like a contradiction since being a Starfleet officer is serious business, but what they don’t tell you is that sometimes you just have to learn to take yourself a little less seriously. And after you’re done, I’ll do your requisition and you’re out of here. But if you choose to not participate, no harm done.”

“Fair enough,” P’Mala muttered, game. After years of being an ER doctor, she understood that sometimes one in a serious position, one who sometimes literally held other people’s lives in their hands, that occasionally one benefitted from releasing a little steam.

Placing the bottle on the floor, he spun it, keeping it in place though it wobbled to the left a little. When it slowed down, it was clearly pointing at Cadet Dawes.

Crap, she thought. She felt eyes on her.

Morton shrugged. “Your call cadet. Truth, Dare or gracefully bow out?”

~Mischief Maker

P’Mala absent-mindedly ran one hand through her bobbed hair. Truth, and it could get awkward. Dare? I’m sure he wouldn’t make me do anything… anything that could get me in real trouble.

“What would be the logical choice?” she mused. “Truth.”

Though some may think that would be the boring choice, like the Qowat Milat, the Romulan nuns, would say, absolute candor, right?

-Cadet P’Mala Dawes

The ensign studied P’Mala for a moment and and then nodded, mostly to himself. “Okay, easy one. Do you have a hidden talent and when is the last time you did that in public, if ever?”

~Mischief Maker

P’Mala thought about this, unsure of what was to come out of her mouth. Sure, she had a lot of varied interests, like most people do. But hidden talents, truly hidden?

“Historical re-enacting,” she admitted. “I have been known to get into a period costume and live like it’s say,
a peasant in Renaissance Italy or a nun on pre-Surak Vulcan or a flower child in pre-WW3 Britian.”

She flushed a little green. She’d never told anyone outside of her close circle about this.

“One excursion before medical school, a group of us rented 3 conjoined holosuites and roleplayed as merchants on the Silk Road. People paid a small fee to observe our progress over the course of two weeks.”

She remembered suddenly the grit of sand in her mouth, the rhythms of the camel underneath of her, the gnawing hunger she felt under the steppe sun.

“It was grueling. But edifying.”

-Cadet P’Mala Dawes

Très intéressant, la dame Vulcain n’est pas typique d’un Vulcain thought Cadet Baptiste, damn it there I go again, I really must get Federation Standard thinking back into my brain he chastised himself mentally. What a peculiar Vulcan, a trace of a Terran accent; Mid Southern United States, if my guess is correct; and lets emotions slip. Plus I have never in my time at the Academy seen a Vulcan blush.

-Cadet Johnathan Baptiste, medical