Posted by Lieutenant Isabella “Speedy” Gonzales (Bridge Officer Helm/Ops) in Lounge - And now… Refreshments (Open to anyone)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Counselor) in Lounge - And now… Refreshments (Open to anyone)

Posted by Lieutenant Isabella “Speedy” Gonzales (Bridge Officer Helm/Ops) in Lounge - And now… Refreshments (Open to anyone)
Posted by… suppressed (1) by the Post Ghost! 👻
It had been one of the hardest few days Sinclair had had in a long time. Only on board for a few days; and today he had dealt with holograms, psychotics, therapy animals that weren’t, and… the rest he just shook out of his mind. He remembered the first time he had gone out for drinks with the other members of the Counseling group at the Academy. Their instructor came with them and said “A Counselor who doesn’t need a drink at least once a week is not doing their job.” and proceeded to drink all but the big Scot under the table.

Changing into comfortable clothes consisting of faded jeans, a t-shirt with a Warhol-esque picture of Sigmund Freud colored in neon colors under a unzipped light jacket with a sports team crest on the left breast and comfortable athletic shoes, he made his way to the Lounge. Walking in, it was slightly crowded as it was time for a good number of the crew to take their evening meal. He looked around, saw the bar was full, and then spied a table where it appeared the four NE’s currently seated were getting ready to leave. Getting a whiskey and placing a food order, he made his way to the table as it emptied and took a seat. Sighing heavily, he took a sip of his drink, shook his head slightly and looked out the window.

Sinclair, CNS

Izzy stepped into the lounge and glanced around, taking in the the busy hubbub as various members of the crew chatted over their meals and refreshments. With time to kill before her next appointment she grabbed herself a Cappuccino and biscotti from the replicator. She had plenty of time before her next appointment with… she checked her PADD… the Counselor. “Great.” She muttered to herself.

She glanced around and spotted an empty seat at a table. She hustled over before it could be taken, expertly balancing the scolding hot coffee as she weaved around and between chairs, tables, and errant crew members.

“Cool Shirt.” She said, dropping into the empty seat. “Star Wars fan eh?” she said, pointing at the colourful painting of a bearded chap on her new friends’ shirt.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi right? A total classic, I’ve not seen that one in ages”

Izzy Gonzales

Sinclair looked up at the new arrival and said “Huh? Oh. Right. Sure, we’ll go with Star Wars.” and he chuckled. “Don’t think I’ve had the pleasure. I’m Royal. And you are?” and he reached a large muscular arm across the table and extended his hand.

Sinclair, CNS

Izzy flashed the gent a grin and shook the offered hand, her own petite digits pretty much swallowed by the grip.

“Izzy. Good to meet you Royal. I’ve just transferred in and thought I’d drop by for a quick snack between stops, making the usual rounds, etc, etc, etc”

She settled back in her seat and pretended to stifle an exaggerated yawn at the mention of paperwork and protocol, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Izzy Gonzales

Another figure made their way into the Lounge. Rather short at 5‘4”, he wouldn’t cut that much of an impressive figure if it wasn’t for the other aspects of his biology. The head of some kind of reptilian creature topped his neck, and instead of skin he was covered in dark grey scales, with what looked like two little yellow racing stripes going from his upper lip, over his head, and down to the tip of his long, tapered, snake-like tail. Gavain, the Chief of Operations, was a slim individual, almost to the point of being lanky. His posture and gait communicated an air of joviality. He wore his uniform.

Gavain stepped into the Lounge and glanced around, searching for an inviting moment or position for him to step into. Noticing an unfamiliar face, he made his way over to Sinclair and the young woman sitting at his table. “Mind if I join?” he asked.

Gavain, COO