Posted by Ensign Atos Sh’qyrin (RTF Officer) in [Ongoing Thread] - Anomaly Inn

Posted by Lieutenant Kitiuas “Kit” Thenis (Science Officer) in [Ongoing Thread] - Anomaly Inn

Posted by Ensign Larz Jackson (Security Officer) in [Ongoing Thread] - Anomaly Inn
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Out-Of-Character Context
This post invites all members of the crew, regardless of rank, to engage in an ongoing, free-flowing discussion. Here, they can reflect on past missions, share gossip, or simply catch up on the latest news. It serves as a creative outlet, allowing writers to take a break from main simulations and relax in a casual setting with only one rule: have fun!

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In the heart of the USS Leviathan’s bustling Crew Lounge, a section has been expertly cordoned off to fashion a more intimate and exclusive recreational area. A tasteful partition, adorned with ambient lighting, delineates this dedicated space, immediately creating a sense of privacy and exclusivity.

Upon entering this enclave, the low hum of conversation blends seamlessly with the rhythmic clatter of a table tennis match in progress. The self-serve bar, elegantly designed and stocked with an array of beverages, beckons crew members to indulge in a moment of relaxation. Replicators positioned strategically along the sidewalls offer an assortment of snacks and refreshments, catering to diverse tastes.

Amidst the friendly banter and laughter, a pool table takes center stage, drawing in enthusiasts eager for a quick game or a leisurely match. The distinctive thud of darts hitting the target adds a touch of spirited competition to the atmosphere. At a nearby daboo wheel, crew members try their luck, their expressions a mix of anticipation and excitement.

Strategically placed booths offer cozy corners for more private conversations or group gatherings, and larger tables accommodate lively poker games or chess matches. Holoscreens strategically dispersed around the area broadcast the latest news updates and sporting events, providing crew members with a connection to events beyond the ship’s hull.

In this thoughtfully crafted recreational space, the ambiance is one of camaraderie and relaxation. The crew of the USS Leviathan can unwind, engage in friendly competition, or simply enjoy a moment of respite from the demands of their duties. It stands as a testament to the ship’s commitment to fostering a sense of community and well-being among its diverse crew members.

Commander Oliver Loughty
Executive Officer
USS Leviathan

Kit was standing next to NE Lieutenant Counihan, the two playing a round of darts. “Oh come on best four out of seven” pleaded NE Counihan. “Why are you still playing Counihan? Didn’t I tell you challenging a female Orion, no offense Kit, was a stupid idea. They literally grow up playing with knives, and throwing them.” said NE Ensign Kumari. Kit just laughed at her fellow science mates “Kumari if the young Mister Counihan wants to keep running up the tab he owes the replicator for our drinks, I say let him.” NE Couniham looked at Lieutenant Kitiuas “Is it true what Kumari says, you know about Orion women playing and throwing knives.” Kit looked at him with mischief in her eyes “To be honest, yes. In general a proper Orion female is taught how to use a knife at a very early age, usually around five. At the age of six we begin to train in the basic steps of ‘Dancefighting’, we use practice danceknives, which trust me will shock the devil out of you, but better than being cut by a dancerknife. Ever seen one of the energy-based knives?” Kit inquired. Both men nodded no. In the blink of an eye, so fast one could not even track Kit’s movements a device appeared in her hand an indistinct blue blade slightly humming. “This gentlemen is a dancerknife. Pure energy with adjustable speed to allow the wielder to either cause severe pain or cut an individual and leave them not realizing it.” With the same quickness as she produced it, she made it disappear. She smiled again at the two of them “So yes I grew up playing with knives. So you said something about best four out of seven?” she inquired of NE Counihan. He smiled back, “Sure, my luck’s got to turn sometime.” Kit laughed “Okay then, best four out of seven. Kumari get us all another round of Guinness.” NE Kumari laughed and walked over to the replicator to get the orders.

Lieutenant Kitiuas Thenis, Science
USS Leviathan

As Atos stepped into the lounge, his keen blue antennae twitched with amusement at the lively scene unfolding before him. Amidst the gathering around the dartboard, an Orion woman seemed to effortlessly captivate some of the male crew members with her feminine charm. Intrigued by both the presence of the Orions and the game they were engaged in, he confidently made his way over to join them.

“Excuse me,” Atos interjected with a polite tone, his vibrant blue skin contrasting against the warm hues of the lounge. “I couldn’t help but catch wind of your conversation about the game. Would you mind if I observed?”

His Andorian accent lent a distinct cadence to his words as he awaited their response, his curiosity sparked by the intriguing discussion of Orion women and their prowess with knives.

Ensign Atos Sh’qyrin
RTF Officer
USS Leviathan

Kit smiled “Sure no problem. Kumari get a drink for our new friend here. Oh, and by the way, the drinks are mandatory, Lieutenant Counihan has so far been using up his rations for the drinks.” She said with a laugh “Have you ever played darts?” she inquired.

Lieutenant Kitiuas Thenis, Science
USS Leviathan

Atos graciously accepted the offer for a drink, though internally he couldn’t help but question the wisdom of using rations for synthetic alcohol. The concept of indulging in recreational beverages seemed frivolous to him, especially considering the limited resources aboard a starship. He had never fully understood the human, and for that matter, Orion need for drinking; it was a cultural aspect that he struggled to comprehend.

As Kit inquired about his experience with darts, Atos shook his head slightly. “I haven’t played Earth darts before,” he admitted, “but Andorians have a similar game involving precision and accuracy. It’s a popular pastime among our people as well.”

His curiosity about the game piqued, Atos observed the dartboard with interest, intrigued by the dynamics of the game and eager to learn more about this aspect of human and Orion recreation.

Ensign Atos Sh’qyrin
RTF Officer
USS Leviathan

Dayner entered the Crew Lounge and stood for a moment, taking in the goings on of the place. To him it seemed distinctly Human - something which he was still at grasps with.
As he stood he observed some of the games being played. Some of them bore some similarity to games played back home on Angosia III, but others were unfamiliar to him. Games did little to interest him. Most of his free time (which seemed to be ever decreasing these days) was spent reading, or listening to music. For most of his life Dayner had been more than comfortable with his own company, so much so that he found he even preferred to lead a solitary life. He often wondered if this was a detriment to him or not. Had his penchant for a sort of socially isolated existence stunted him in some way? He didn’t care to ponder the question for too long, he had other more interesting things to mull over. Nevertheless, ironically, he’d brought himself to one of the social hot-spots of the Leviathan. This was a self-prescribed (yet Counselor endorsed) effort to get out of his comfort zone, to mix and socialise. Though at first the idea made him feel uncomfortable, he’d decided to treat it more as a scientific experiment which seemed to make the idea more agreeable. Besides, the people in this room were his Crew mates after-all, he would live among them, serve alongside them and (should things go terribly wrong) die with them.
As his mind ran these things over, he realised that he’d been standing in the door way for some time now, and was beginning to draw stares. Time to… mix, he supposed.

Spotting the RTF and Science Officers, he approached them. “Excuse me, do you mind if I join you?” His tone was formal, he mentally admonished himself for sounding so stiff, he must make an effort to lighten up and relax!

Lieutenant Dayner Ruuk
Chief Engineer/Containment Architect

Mac walked in dressed in a red shirt black pants and black shoes. Her hair was in a loose french twist the ribbons that held it matched her shirt and pants.

She started weaving her way through the lounge and making greetings or offering cheeky smiles as she moved.

Lt Kindle
RTF Leader

Jackson strolled into the lounge, his eyes immediately drawn to the lively atmosphere. He had just finished his shift, feeling weary from the day’s tasks, and was simply looking forward to getting something to eat and retreating to his quarters for some rest. However, as he stepped further into the lounge, he couldn’t help but notice the expertly cordoned-off section where a few of the crew members were gathered. The sound of conversation and laughter lifted his spirits and despite his fatigue he wanted to join them.

As he approached, his gaze lingered on the beverages displayed at the self-serve bar, a welcome sight after a long day’s work. As he settled in among his shipmates a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he said. “So we are having a party?What’s the occasion?”

Ensign Jackson
(Security Officer)

Atos marvelled at the magnetic pull of the crowd, pondering whether it was the captivating aura of camaraderie akin to a Leviathan’s grip that enticed more souls to join. It seemed that within this gathering, a sense of kinship prevailed, extending warm invitations to newcomers like himself. Adjusting his antennae with a subtle twitch, Atos engaged with a gentle smile, “Lieutenant Thenis was just enlightening us on the art of dart throwing, and generously offered libations courtesy of Lieutenant Counihan’s ration card. Though, I fear the well may soon run dry.” Casting a glance around the assembly, he eagerly awaited Kit’s demonstration and explanation of the game, ready to immerse himself in the camaraderie and festivities.

Ensign Atos Sh’qyrin
RTF Officer
USS Leviathan

Kit smiled at her audience “Well it is pretty simple. NE Counihan, NE Kumari, and myself are playing 301 Darts. All the players start with 301 points, and the goal is to reach 0. Each player takes a turn throwing 3 darts. In order to start counting score, a player has to hit a double number first. That will open the scoring count for him. He throws darts, adds the score from all three throws and subtract it from starting 301 points. The first player to reach 0 will win the game. The catch is that the last throw has to be a double number. Example: If a player has 40 points, he can close with a double 20. But he hits a single 20. Now he has 20 points, and he must close with a double 10. There are variations of 301 and other types of dart games. Right now myself and mister Kumari are beating mister Counihan. Simple bet is, loser has to buy the next round with their ration chip. As you can see mister Counihan is already down two weeks of his alcohol rations.” Kit smiled, “Anyone else care to join?”

Lieutenant Kitiuas Thenis, Science
USS Leviathan

“I think I’ll get a drink, and watch you show us how it’s done” Ruuk smiled.

Jackson’s eyes widened as he saw Kit. He hadn’t realized she’d returned back to the Levi. His thoughts went to the time she reported him for allegedly leaving his post. However, he didn’t mention the incident. Instead, he plastered a friendly smile on his face and chimed in, “Well, look at that, a game of darts! You can count me in.”
He moved from where he was sitting and took a seat closer Kit and the dartboard, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. ” I could use a bit of distraction after today’s shift,” he said, hoping to smooth over any lingering tension.

Ensign Jackson
(Security Officer)

“The game sounds simple enough.” Atos said with a smile. “Who goes first?” He asked, “Do we throw all the darts at once?

Ensign Atos Sh’qyrin
RTF Officer
USS Leviathan

Kit smiled and winked at Ensign Jackson “I got your number Mister Jackson.” She then looked at Ensign Atos and smiled, “We each take a turn throwing a single dart, the one nearest the bulls eye throws first, then the next.”

Lieutenant Kitiuas Thenis, Science
USS Leviathan

Ruuk pulled up a chair and sat down. He made sure he kept himself well clear of the firing line.

Lieutenant Dayner Ruuk
Chief Engineer/Containment Architect

Atos nodded his acknowledgement before going on suggesting”Perhaps a demonstration?” The Andorian waited and watched intently at the way the game worked, its scoring and how to of course win if even possible.

Ensign Atos Sh’qyrin
RTF Officer
USS Leviathan

Kit smiled, “Of course. Ready to loss more of your ration chips NE Counihan and NE Kumari.” Both smiled,NE Kumari smiled “More like Counihan will be losing his.” Kit laughed and stepped up to the line, taking her dart she fixed her gaze at the board, pulled her hand back, then looked over at the crowd, “Her we go.” and she released her dart. It thudded in the outer bullseye. “Now that is just plain showing off, not looking at the board.” said Kumari as he stepped up to the line. Taking his dart he aimed and threw it. It thudded into the triple ring of the 3. Finally NE Counihan stepped up to the line, took aim and released, his dart thudded into the triple ring of the 18. “Finally a break, not last this time.” he exclaimed. “Okay folks order of throw is myself, Couniham, than Kumari. That is unless anyone else wishes to try their luck?” Kit said with a smile both on her face and in her voice.

Lieutenant Kitiuas Thenis, Science
USS Leviathan

Jackson watched as Kit effortlessly showed off her dart-throwing skills, a mixture of admiration and competitiveness bubbling within him. He couldn’t deny that there was a certain charm to her confidence, even if it did sometimes border on arrogance.

“I would like to try” Asked Atos readying himself to have his own go at the game. “It seems simple enough.”

Ensign Atos Sh’qyrin
RTF Officer
USS Leviathan

“I want in too!” Jackson said throwing up his hand.

Ensign Jackson
(Security Officer)

“Okay then step right up grab a dart and throw away. Need to know who is going first and who is taking up the back.” Kit replied with a laughing smile. She was definitely feeling the effects of the drinks.

Lieutenant Kitiuas Thenis, Science
USS Leviathan

Atos accepted one of the darts from the officer with a polite nod, returning the smile. The dart felt surprisingly light in his hand as he twirled it between his fingers, experimenting with different grips until he found the most comfortable position. Opting for a classic grip, he held the dart firmly but not too tightly, readying himself for the throw.

Stepping up to the marked line on the floor, Atos focused his gaze on the dartboard, recalling the brief explanation he had received about the game. Deciding to aim for the center of the board, he took a deep breath, steadying his aim, and then released the dart with a smooth motion.

As the dart sailed through the air, Atos watched with anticipation, and with a satisfying thud, it landed on the Triple 6, a considerable distance away from the bullseye. “Well, that was disappointing,” he remarked with a wry smile, acknowledging his less-than-ideal throw before stepping aside to make room for the next player.

OOC: I used this random dart board generator to make it fair!: Dartboard hit generator

Ensign Atos Sh’qyrin
RTF Officer
USS Leviathan

Jackson eagerly stepped forward, his competitive spirit ignited by the challenge. He reached for a dart, feeling its weight in his hand as he sized up the dartboard, jumped up and down a few times to warm himself up for the toss. Glancing at Atos’s throw, he noted the Triple 6 and mentally calculated his strategy. He aimed for the bullseye, confident in his precision.

With a flick of his wrist, Jackson launched the dart, his focus locked on it as it soared through the air. It landed with a thunk, embedding itself at......triple 11?

“Ha ha…That was a practice throw” he declared, “also my arm is a little sore.” He said as he grabbed it.”

Ensign Jackson
(Security Officer)