Posted by Captain Orvos Legen (Commanding Officer) in CO’s Quarters - Dessert - Once in a Century (Presim)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Janna Kingston (Counsellor) in CO’s Quarters - Dessert - Once in a Century (Presim)

Posted by Civilian Rollin (Lounge Host) in CO’s Quarters - Dessert - Once in a Century (Presim)
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She let out a throaty chuckle. “Oh, come now Rollin’. I think you have a better read on me than that. Yes, I am practical, but my very existence is rebellious. Risky. I’m not on duty and I’m not here to analyze anyone. Bring out the brandy,” she said with a wink.

~Janna Kingston, CNS

Returning the wink, Rollin clapped excitedly. “That’s my girl! Garçon! Two Saurian brandies, please!”

-Rollin
Just Rollin. That’s quite enough, Darling.

Orvos was only mildly surprised she went along with the Saurian brandy. He decided to hold off on the liquor himself. The last time he had delved into the depths of a bottle had gone rather oddly for him. His inhibitions had been practically reduced to nothing. Which, under normal circumstances, had he not been in his quarters at the time, could have made for a rather interesting night for the rest of the crew. But the fact remained, Janna had come by after he had quite a few drinks already. And while some of the details of that night had been fuzzy, the more important moments he could remember. It had been some time since experiencing such intense events.

Better he were sober now, just to keep things minorly level headed. Deltans and El Aurians already had a sense of empathy about them. And Janna was just stepping into her newfound abilities. Best to have someone who wasn’t being effected by their beverage.

He came out from behind the wall with a pair of small glasses, each with the golden Saurian Brandy already poured. “It’s not much, but it does have a decent kick, so be careful.” he said with a small grin. He handed off each glass to their perspective drinkers and sat between them once more.

Janna took the glass with a lingering glance and a soft smile.

“So, Rollin, what made you decided to come to the Athena?” he asked curiously, picking up his bit of ice cream again.

-Captain Orvos Legen, CO

Rollin tilted his head at the Captain’s question, lips pursing as though Orvos had just asked him to summarize the taste of sunlight. He let the silence stretch, a sparkle igniting in his eyes, until at last he exhaled a laugh soft enough to blur sincerity and jest.

“My dear Captain,” he said, swirling the brandy in his glass, “you ask what made me come here. But perhaps that’s the wrong question.”

He leaned forward, his tone dipping into velvet mischief. “After all—does anyone ever really decide to board a starship? Or does the ship decide to take you?”

His eyes suddenly glared with accusation. “Better to ask… what possessed you to let me stay? You must have known I’d unsettle the carpets, tempt the crew, and now”—he gestured toward Janna with a conspiratorial flourish—“interrupt your desserts. Truly, sir, what were you thinking?”

Rollin’s grin sharpened with victory. He tilted his head at Orvos, perfectly innocent, perfectly damning. “Perhaps the real danger here, Captain, is not me boarding your ship… but you inviting me into your quarters.”

He sipped, eyes glinting with mischief over the rim. “And I promise you, that is not a question I’ll answer plainly—at least not before the second round of Brandies.”

-Rollin
Just Rollin. That’s quite enough, Darling.

Janna sipped her drink, taking a modest mouthful to not let it be too much of a shock to her system. The banter and conversation, and even Rollin’s subtle flirty teasing made her sit back in her seat, but not before she grabbed the spoon from her bowl and oh so casually dipped it into Orvos’ ice cream, stealing a spoonful and popping it into her mouth. There were no apologies or coyness about her actions, just blatant theft of his dessert paired with a tiny glimmer in her grass green eyes

~Janna Kingston, CNS

Orvos watched Janna’s theft in silence, his gaze lingering just long enough to suggest he’d seen everything, a look of amusement spread over his face. Then his eyes slid to Rollin, weighing each word with quiet amusement.

“Well,” he began with a grin, “I can say with absolute certainty that I’m not entirely sure ships make choices. They simply… are. A ship is just a means of exploring what’s out there. The meaning—” he tapped a finger lightly against the couch “—comes from the impressions left behind.”

He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice into something wry. “Yes, I knew you’d test the carpets. Tempt the crew. Stir mischief. And that,” his grin sharpened, “is precisely why you were allowed aboard. After all, bland carpets are terribly dull, don’t you think?”

A pause, deliberate. His eyes caught Rollin’s with quiet weight. “Perhaps I asked too broadly. So let me be precise: what impression do you intend to leave behind? In the proverbial carpet, of course.”

-Captain Orvos Legen, CO

Bump for Harley :)