Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (co-Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Looking for a Drink

Posted by Lieutenant V’alura Belmont (Scientist on Medical Leave) in Main Sim - Looking for a Drink

Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (co-Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Looking for a Drink
Posted by… suppressed (7) by the Post Ghost! 👻
Su’en was unusual in the terms of the Kelakgh. While drinking intoxicating beverages wasn’t forbidden, or even socially taboo, drinking socially wasn’t part of their culture. When an intoxicating beverage was consumed it tended to be a tea made from a species of mushroom or certain blossoms that gave a euphoric or visionary state. All very religious and controlled.

And then there was Su’en. The assistant to the ambassador was quite notable for love of sweet and fruity liqueurs, a fact he didn’t try to hide from anyone but Salin. He out ranked her in every conceivable way except drinking. He could drink her under the table.

OOC: Do you mean couldn’t drink her under the table or was outranked by her? I’m confused because of how the two statements conflict.

OOC: She outranks him in every way but drinking… Don’t drink and post friends.

Having been banished from sickbay, much to his dismay, and unending anger, he found his way to the galley to find something unique, or at least fruity and strong.

GM Wombat

Achilleas was in the galley availing himself of the cooking stations. This was something he could do far more easily with a replicator but the authentic homemade taste made the effort worth it. So here he was trying his hand at making some French food for Solal. Something to cheer him up and maybe remind him of home. He was so focused on the instructions displayed on the PaDD and carrying them out that he didn’t notice someone else enter.

Sci Petrakos

“Rum,” Su’en asked the bar tender. “Particularly Banana rum based drinks if you have one,” he said with a heavy sigh. “And something fried, like fried pickles. Nice and salty,” he grumbled with a little bit of disappointment.

He pulled out his PaDD and started reading the diplomatic communiques of the day, still grumbling under his breath about being kicked out of the room.

GM Wombat

Lurking near-by was a certain V’alura Belmont. Today was a good health day, so she put on make-up, dressed up in a snazzy outfit and headed for the lounge. She’s been here for a while, nursing a drink before Su’en arrived. Of course his order for bannana rum and fried pickles caught her attention. She slid over a seat and smiled at the new arrival. “Long day?” She asked, a slight rasp to her voice. “Want to vent a little? You seem like you need to let off some steam.”

V’alura Belmont, sick scientist on leave

Achilleas was vaguely aware that more people arrived and were talking and/or doing stuff while he continued to prep food. It was only when he got to the longer simmering stage that he actually looked up and observed the goings on. His eyes brightened as he saw V’alura and gave an enthusiastic wave in her direction. He was making quite a bit more food then Solal was likely going to eat in one sitting. Should he get her opinion on it when it was finished?

Sci Petrakos

The drink was brought to Su’en, with all its tropical boozy goodness as Belmont tried to talk to him. Taking a moment to enjoy his Banana’s Foster in a glass he swallowed then said to the visiting scientist, “My boss is here to get better. She assumes that you all are the cream of the crop and the best in the system and yet no one else has been able to cure her.”

He lifts a shoulder, “A long few years I suppose.”

GM Wombat

She bit back a smile and took a polite sip of her drink, “There is data supporting that the Owaga’s crew is quite talented.” She had plenty of free time on her hands, and as a math nerd she had a love of data and making charts and examining statistics. “Statistically the Owaga has the highest diagnosis and recovery rate in all of Starfleet. Unsurprising given she’s a medical ship. I could go on,” She added with a slightly threatening grin. “A burden shared is a burden halved as my wise mother used to say.”

V’alura

Su’en remained quiet for a long time before taking another gulp of the drink provided him. After the long moments of silence he turned back to V’alura, “You are a scientist, right? Only scientists comment on statistics. Engineers comment on tolerances, security comment on… well they often don’t comment on much of anything do they? Medical are just scientists with a specialty.”

“Guilty as charged,” V’alura said with a tired smile and a slight wheeze at the end of her words.

He let out a long suffering sigh then and forces a smile, “I am Su’en. Councilor to the Ambassador, though to be honest I am more the one keeping her out of trouble, and yet she gets all the credit.”

GM Wombat

V’alura sipped her drink and leaned heavily against the back of her chair, “In other words, a baby sitter with a fancy title that gets you into most parties.” She gave Su’en a sympathetic smile, “So what sorts of things does a Councilor do?”

V’alura

Su’en chuckled dryly at her joke and nodded, “Babysit mostly but then all other duties as assigned.” He smirks a little and grabs his drink and pounds it down in one quick gulp. “Mostly the paperwork. Visas, official functions and the like. Making sure she gets her vitamins.” He shakes his head a little, “She suffers from extreme anxiety. If she doesn’t get her pills she… is next to useless.” He is clearly in not a very nice mood today.

GM Wombat

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It was at this time that Achilleas wandered over to the two, three plates of food in hand and set them down. “Hi there V’alura, great to see you again. Would you two be interested in some lunch or whatever ship time meal this is? I’m trying out a new set of recipes for a friend who hasn’t been eating well.” He winked at V’alura as the friend should be obvious to her. He looked at Su’en and asked curiously. “I’m sorry but I couldn’t help overhearing the last of what you said. You ambassador takes ‘vitamins’ to function?”

CSO Petrakos