Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Va’rek (Engineer) in Lounge- Late Night

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Lounge- Late Night

Posted by Fleet Captain Ghubari Koraia (Captain) in Lounge- Late Night
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Marishka had been behind the bar, in the shadows, watching the scene unfold. Her years of keen observation had warned her against interrupting the scene.

• Marishka

It was hardly an unusual response. Those that didn’t know her well were often surprised by their commanding officer’s presence at the piano. “Thank you,” she said warmly, her pale amber eyes taking in the newcomer keenly. Her fingers continued to dance across the keys and she continued in the blues theme. “I was just remembering how my first piano teacher would constantly tell me to watch my pacing,” she said with a light chuckle. “Later I discovered jazz and found my own feel for it.”

“Do you play?” Ghubari asked.

Fl. Captain Koraia, CO

“I do not,” Va’rek answered, almost a subtle wistfulness in his tone. “I do play the Cello, though.” Captain Koraia’s eyes made him feel almost as if he were a book she was reading. Not just taking in, but comprehending. It made him a bit nervous. “I am sadly unfamiliar with ‘Jazz’, I shall have to research the subject.”

-Lt.J.G. Va’rek

“Uggh,” she said with a shake of her head. “One does not research jazz.” Ghubari’s face was stern but only for a brief moment before she smirked. She slid over a bit on the bench to make room and patted it. “Come on, I’ll show you jazz.” Many of the crew might decline the offer because they were too nervous or thought they presence would be an imposition to her. And perhaps sometimes it could be when all she wanted was to relax and clear her head. But music was one of those universal languages. You didn’t have to know how to play or sing to have some music of some kind resonate with you. She didn’t know the Vulcan’s status in the realm of emotion but regardless, she was certain she could make him understand jazz even if he didn’t experience it in the same emotional way she did.

Fl. Captain Koraia, CO

A confused Vulcan has a certain look… Va’rek wore that look now, but for reasons he couldn’t quite make clear to himself, he sank down on the bench where Koraia had motioned him to. The music had stirred something in him, and though he was very much afraid of it, it made a perverse sort of sense to face this fear now at this moment. His motions had the subtle worn-out feel of someone who’s been on their feet way too long, but he sat straight and managed to meet the Captain’s eye. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Two of Marishka’s servers walked in and stood at a discreet distance for a few seconds to see if the Captain or her companion needed anything.

• Marishka

When the Serves approached, Va’rek caught the movement from the corner of his eye. He looked over one shoulder at them and back to the Captain, his brows rising just slightly in question.

-Lt. J.G. Va’rek

A shadowy presence spoke with quiet passion, “Jazz must come from your soul, an asynchronous harmony of a turbulent but ordered diachrony that reflects sentient intellect on the existential level. It cannot be researched, only experienced through creation.”

Stark smiled, “or so I’m told”.

Stark Nightstalker CIO