Posted by Ensign Viyara Nazeen (Scientist) in 17/18 Forward- Post-Mission Awards (ALL CREW)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Stark Nightstalker (Chief Intelligence Officer) in 17/18 Forward- Post-Mission Awards (ALL CREW)

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in 17/18 Forward- Post-Mission Awards (ALL CREW)
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“Nice to meet you, Ted,” Viyara replied with a smile and a wink.”Of course,” she chuckled. This was the first time she’d been asked anything like that when ordering. Either because the bar didn’t serve anything really potent or because the barkeep didn’t care about the effects the drinks might have on the patrons. “I have no allergies and no medical conditions that will be influenced by anything I’ll drink.” Leaning forward conspiratorially, she added, “This isn’t the first time I’m having something you don’t find on the menu.”

One of Marishka’s many bangles had emitted a soft chime which called her to the bar where Ted and Viyara were.

Ted refilled her glas of Champagne automatically and stepped aside.

“This is Eroméni Marishka, keeper of our secret menu.” he said by way of introduction, “And this young lady, Viyara, is looking to be brave tonight. I shall leave you to it.”.
With that, Ted busied himself a little further down the bar.

“Nice to meet you,” Viyara greeted Marishka with her most charming smile while mustering her unashamedly.

Marishka looked at the young woman for several seconds, “So what are you in the mood to enhance, or forget?”.

• Marishka

“I want to forget the memories and emotions this,” she gestured vaguely around her, “is stirring up. And as I mentioned to Ted: I’m no stranger to strong drinks not found on most menus.” Her heterochromatic eyes locked with Marishka’s dark ones, Viyara reached for the zipper of her uniform jacket. She should probably keep it on, but right now she could hardly care less about what was and wasn’t considered proper. Slipping out of the jacket, she tossed it onto the bar stool next her and rested her now bare arms on the counter.

OOC: I started to link images of her tattoos to her profile ;)

~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist

Marishka had to admit Viyara was a very unique looking woman, and she had known a few. She wondered, in passing, if the same artist had done all of her tattoos and if there were more.

“I know this is very cliche but I have a sweet little drink called The Forget Me Not. It’s a bit challenging to make but I think you’re worth the challenge. I will have to have you sign a few things. After that, I can get to work. There is a limit of one per customer though, especially given your height and weight my dear.”

“That’s fine with me,” Viyara replied with an impish grin. She was very curious about that drink to say the least and if she had to sign some paper work for it, she was more than willing to do so.

Marishka slid a PaDD across the bar with a rather densely worded contract on it. It had taken a Sheliak lawyer nearly a week to come up with it but, in the end, both parties were satisfied.

• Marishka

Viyara quickly read through the contract before signing it without hesitation. The anticipation was building within her and by now she had managed to successfully block out what was going on in the rest of the lounge.

~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist

Marishka took the PaDD and scanned it several times. Satisfied, she tucked it away.

“Sit tight, I’ll be about five minutes. You wouldn’t want me to make any mistakes now would you? In the interest of full enjoyment, please do not consume any carbohydrates for the next half hour. So I suggest a salad instead of that plate of pasta.” she said with a slight bow before slowly turning and beginning to work with the many bottles in cabinets and racks behind the bar all the while turning to listen carefully to what was going on with the formalities. It was Jeffry’s job to warn her if her presence was necessary in an official capacity anywhere else and she was reasonably comfortable that he was up to the task.

• Marishka

“No, I wouldn’t” Viyara chuckled. “What if I don’t feel like having anything to eat at all?” she asked as she watched Marishka work, purposefully ignoring and blocking out everything that going on behind her.

~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist

Marishka glanced over her shoulder.

“Well, that works fine too.” She returned to her task for several more seconds before walking back to Viyara and placing a tall slender glass before her.

“Take the glass in your hand and hold it for a few seconds to give the liquid a chance to come up to body temperature. You’ll know it’s done that when it turned from clear to a soft blue.” she explained. “Then you drink.”

• Marishka

“Alright,” Viyara replied with a wide smile as she reached for the glass. Wrapping one hand around the glass, she found herself starign at the liquid; waiting for it change colour.

When it finally did, Viyara lifted it close to her nose and inhaled deeply before taking a first sip.

~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist

The scent wasn’t particularly remarkable. A slight citrusy hint that tingled the nose but the taste was like flowers that slowly warmed as it slid down Viyara’s throat, to bloom in her stomach, and slowly spread through her limbs like molten gold, filling her with the desire to relax and just be.
As Viyara drank, the colors of the environment around her seemed to become more vibrant and have a soft glow. They took on a liquid quality like that which flowed through her veins.
Sounds were muted and seemed distant. Viyara would have to concentrate to make out anything distant.

On the other side of the bar, Marishka was watching. She didn’t want anything to happen and had one of her relief bar tenders on standby who happened to work medbay.

• Marishka

Karina had been about to leave when Nightstalker was called up. He deserved probably more than they could give him. But she hoped this was at least a good start. She sipped her drink and waited, patiently more or less, to be allowed to leave. This wasn’t her cup of tea and she was itching to leave. Even medical was preferred to public functions.

Karina
Doctor

‘This is exactly what I’ve been looking for,’ Viyara thought to herself as a peaceful smile played across her face. She could feel her muscles relax as she stood there; realising dully that it was a good thing she was leaning against the bar. Though maybe sitting down would be even better. But she just couldn’t bring herself to clamber up onto one of the bar stools next to her. So she just leaned there, sipping her drink and feeling more and at ease with every passing moment. Of course she was vaguely aware that this would not last forever, but right now it felt good, right even. As if this drink was exactly what she needed. Too bad that she was only allowed to have one, though.

~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist

Marishka was satisfied that Viyara wasn’t going to have any of the more violent reactions this particular drink had been known to evoke but she couldn’t just leave the woman standing there. Marishka set her glass of champagne on the bar and walked around tot he other side to stand next to her. Viyara may not have even noticed her approach or felt her touch as Marishka guided her onto a bar stool. They were high, but with low backs. Quite comfortable for a barstool.

Viyara didn’t resist when Marishka helped her onto the bar stool, even though she wasn’t entirely sure she’d manage to stay on it on her own. This magical concoction was doing the most interesting things to her. And she hadn’t even finished half her drink yet.

“Careful dear. I wouldn’t want you turning into a puddle on our clean floor. Just relax. You’ll find the effect can linger for quite some time. But if you really need something, I’ll be here all night and I have a fully trained staff that’s always here to assist.”

Marishka was speaking in soft tones with her arm around Viyara’s mid back, leaning in quite close until she was certain the young woman at least had her balance.

• Marishka

Instead of trying to make sure she’d keep her balance on her own now that she was sitting on the bar stool, Viyara leaned against Marishka. “The colours are so beautiful,” she mused as looked around. “But why are the bottles pulsating?” she ask, pointing with an outstretched finger at the bottles behind the bar.

~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist

Stark stood and moved to stand in front of his Captain. This was the last thing he had expected. He had been awaiting a thorough dressing down for his actions in the latest affair, especially his actions in the council chamber. Life was never short of surprises it seemed.

Stark Nightstalker CIO

Marishka didn’t move, allowing Viyara to settle herself and adjust to the situation.

“Perhaps when you’re sober I will offer the scientific explanation. Right now, just enjoy the pulsing. It’s the way all the chemicals are reacting to one another.” she explained.

• Marishka