Posted by Ensign Kesh (Engineer) in (Open) Gaming Night at the Starboard Lounge

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (CIO) in (Open) Gaming Night at the Starboard Lounge

Posted by Ensign Kesh (Engineer) in (Open) Gaming Night at the Starboard Lounge
The quite simply named ‘Starboard Lounge’ was not as sought-after a place as the one gazing out the front of the ship, nor, perhaps, the ones deeper within the Genesis’s bowels where things can get rowdier at times. This made it just about ideal for the socially awkward type such as one of the ship’s newest additions, Ensign Kesh. The dim lighting around the holoprojection-equipped tables along the walls toward the back of the room is just the place to be to recover from a dizzying first ship on the bridge.

The pale light casting over the table shimmers occasionally in a very subtle representation of distant lightning that isn’t troubling to the eyes of the others in the lounge, with the occasionally faint sound of wind audible over the quiet hum of the ship and murmur of other conversations in the room. All other sound effects of the game the caitian was playing had enough tinniness to only be heard when in close proximity. The wooden texture of the floor, tiny barrels, and hay bales seemed to be that of a fantasy-style barn, while a few figures standing with constant idle animation moved about in response to Kesh’s occasional interaction. Rather than pick up and move her own game piece, she rather just sort of nudged it, while shrinking circles and glowing highlights around various objects and characters convey what she can do in her current turn, up until her nudging turns to tap at the controls on the edge of the table.

Anyone familiar with it would know Dungeons and Dragons Seventeenth Edition Solo-Adventuring by the interface and character design, other than her piece (https://bit.ly/3vUOER8) which looked entirely custom-made, as to be expected for most any avid player of the genre.

Why doesn’t Kesh just do this in her quarters? No doubt she could have a holo-projection table set up, and her roommates probably already have one, anyway. Then again, how does one become acclimated to a new crew by hiding away during off-hours? If nothing else, those that come this way will get a glimpse of this old cat’s hobbies.

->Kesh, Engineering

Reia decided she needed a cup of tea and time to think. Perhaps she would run into some of the bridge crew but it wasn’t a work thing so that would be fine. Anybody else she ran into would just be icing on the proverbial cake.

Stepping in, she ordered her usual mug and saw Kesh playing something rather interesting yet, vaguely familiar.

Taking her mug, she walked over and watched for a bit.

“Hey there. If you prefer a solo destress, just let me know but, that looks kind of interesting.”

• Reia

A visible turn of the nearest ear on the felinoid’s forehead conveyed that Reia’s proximity and attention on Kesh’s game was noticed, though it could be too subtle for those not familiar with Caitian body language. Those big, fuzzy ears can seem to be moving about randomly at times, even though they almost never are. Otherwise, no acknowledgement came as a few more moves took place, with the also cat-like avatar, dressed in what seemed like armor made of giant leaves, fired off volleys from a bow flickering with several elemental effects at what appeared to be some kind of undead creature, evaded efforts for them to lumber toward and flail boney limbs, while taking what looked like magic attacks made of ice to the face. Tiny meows of distress are heard each time the avatar is hit, though Kesh continued to jocky her character about and avoid getting boxed into a corner.

This all pauses, with two of the three shamblers collapsed into identical piles of bones, with one more making exagerated idle animations waiting its turn to shamble, Kesh’s character hunched in a manner conveying being hurt, likely below a certain hit-point threshold, and the undead caster, holding up a swirling ice-ball, ready to fire again, when Reia speaks up. Large, bright golden eyes center on the woman, blink quickly, then widen as Kesh jostles slightly, as one does when about to reflexively stand up at attention. However, that is suppressed a split second later, as the held mug makes it clear she, too, is off-duty.

“Lieut-tot..-tah… Reia. Hi.” Yes, definitely Reia. She was the one with that familiar name. Right? Right. A swishing sound and soft thump tells an unseen story of the Caitian’s tail jostling about then whapping into the legs of her chair as doubt swirls then is halted. “Oh, I actually very much enjoy having a party, rrrnth.. ah.. a party of.. other adventurers, I mean. Though I have been keeping up this solo adventure for.. oh… ah… thirty?.. years? Or so?”

Kesh’s maned head ducks a little bit, ears sagging outward as her nose tips down slightly, feeling self-conscious about admiting her dedication to this non-social hobby.

-> Kesh, Engineering

When Reia had first seen Kesh’s ear move, she stood quietly. Other people might have missed that subtle Caitian body language but not everybody was a CIO, trained in the arts of non verbal communication. She had also heard the tail thumping and hoped she hadn’t caught her out in a private hobby. But Kesh’s explanation had caught her a bit off guard. Caitians often wore their age well.

“My goodness. That is definitely dedication. I think I saw a bit of this when I was at the academy but I was kind of busy trying to figure my life out so I didn’t have a lot of time for socializing. Like I said, it looks interesting.” she said taking the stool opposite Kesh.

• Reia