Posted by Crewman Shalahn (Nurse) in Promotion Party later that night when things get interesting

Posted by Lieutenant Dagen Thor (CE) in Promotion Party later that night when things get interesting

Posted by Crewman Shalahn (Nurse) in Promotion Party later that night when things get interesting
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He was caught by surprise as she moved closer and melded herself to him. Rather oblivious to what was going on around him he missed the ‘copycat’ action in the face of a wash of feelings that hit him like a freight train. It was a mix of memory, the sensations of her soft warmth that had him catch his breath, and longings creeping to the surface that he had been holding down, like a beach ball under the water. Before he knew it, with her closer, his arms having more reach, he had slipped his arms more around her to meet lightly, naturally at the small of her back.

With their faces so close to each other, Dagen would see that the more he focused on the fine blue swirling ‘frillings’ on her pale skin, the finer those lines would appear, very unlike an artificial tattoo on human skin, where the lines inevitably bled out after a few years.

• Shalahn

Later, recalling this moment, he wouldn’t be able to say whether he had done anything by intent or instinct or simply spontaneous. He knew that the instant Shalahn became closer his heart sped up, and the way her ‘frillings’ were it was like looking at the molecular makeup of a gel pack .. the more and closer one looked the more detail one found. “You are amazing,” he said on a breath. When had one of his hands come up to so lightly brush at those swirls? He didn’t know but he had done it, then realized that he had and lifted it away. A blush crept up his cheeks and the concern that he had crossed a line somewhere, but her hand at his neck was hot and he wasn’t moving away.

• Dagen, Eng

She didn’t shy away from the caress, on the contrary her smile widened and the last bit of stiffness left her posture as she surrendered herself fully to his embrace and his motions. “You as well, just as much, I just think you have forgotten that… both of you.” they swayed for a bit longer and she broke the eye contact and laid her head on his shoulder.

Dagen relaxed; her smile was infectious and he smiled back. Focusing less on his surroundings and his motions he placed his attention on her. Shalahn’s eyes caught him and held him more than his physical hold on her. Her words sunk in and his emotions swelled. He was sure she felt that but then the Trill did not have many filters to his emotions. He himself found he needed the affirmation over the years. It began when he was young with the other ‘men’ of the family. He could get so wrapped up in himself and to see the faults of one close up that it took someone else looking on the outside to speak differently. “Thank you,” he said, quiet and sincere. As her head moved to his shoulder his hand moved every so lightly to her nape and just let his fingertips brush there, lost in the sudden touch of her mind. It was sweet and feather light, like a kiss in the dark.

He felt the touch of her mind and then he and his symbiont heard her thoughts in his mind
* You both feel like two who are one and vice versa and you feel so familiar for some reason, more so than anybody else I’ve met since I left Heel. It must the be the experience of many centuries that draws me so to you. It changes a being. To me those around us are nothing but children in so many ways *

• Shalahn

He considered her words and smiled, his eyes now scanning the room and touching upon many there. To her they would be children. To him they were … he replied, I’ve known birth. And death. I’ve given birth and sired children. I’ve lived whole lives and carry the weight of their follies and their wisdom. I can look at many here and feel their youth. I am not sure that I can feel your years, Shalahn, but I am a as many. Whole lives looking out. I’ve not had one youth, but four. She could certainly sense his attraction to her. They were different, but had something common too. Thor knows your years and sees as you. And I feel that too when we connect. His head tipped down and his cheek brushed her forehead. Some distance away the music reached his ears; the song would soon end as would this moment. But it was one memory that he knew would last.
- Dagen

Bump :)

She felt herself wishing this moment would last for much longer and she didn’t hide the wish in their lightly linked minds, she knew he felt the same. Why oh why hadn’t she learned to channel in time manipulation. It was a very hard channel to learn for sure, harder than telepathy, but then she could have stopped time for the both of them for a bit. She had a cousin who had learned that channel.
But being able to connect with another mind had always attracted her more than any other channel and now it enabled her to communicate with this marvellous being. She had always told her younger sister Laraan that having a mate from a different species was folly. Especially a hairy one like that big black furry Caitian Laraan had chosen for her mate. But right now Shalahn felt her conviction waver… but then, she had to remind herself… however old he felt, the host would still day while she would still be in her prime. The thoughts dampened her mood somewhat and she realised he’d feel that through their mind link, so she tried to steer them back to the happy place she was in right now.

• Shalahn

Dagen did not think he was jumping into any relationship. As the song ended his mind swam like he had had considerably more to drink than he had. He hadn’t jumped. Somehow he was feeling he had done a downhill ski into .. something. Yet each touch of her mind was not causing him to crash but to fall into a soft cushion. He sensed what she was thinking, feeling, and a single thought came to his mind. Later he would have no clue what or where or how that thought came to him. Or why he simply spoke it. “One year at a time. One step at a time.”

Her eyes widened at his words but through their link he felt not only her surprise but also her agreement.

His mother would be so thrilled, he thought and hoped. More so he hoped that her son being in a relationship would draw her out of herself and she would be better. He guided her to an ice blue cushioned seat that was against a wall of curved ice. Sitting down next to her, he took a fine, blue hand in his. “He focused on her frills and swirls in her blue skin, admiring her amazing details. She was like a portrait that was complete but still being worked on and each ‘edit’ drew him in more and more. Dagen found Shalahn’s eyes again. She had seemed confused and was not sure what she wanted to do. This Trill had caused that. It caused a pang in him when he remembered his first real flame .. a half Vulcan whose ‘emotions’ were breaking out and threatened to break her too. Shalahn was different in this. It was more ethics than internal. He fought that inside him for many moments as he looked at her, then let out a “Oh hell,” and quickly leaned in and kissed her.
- Dagen, CE

Her lips were… warm. Indeed wherever he touched her skin, it felt warm to the touch. If he had thought that this would be like kissing a virgin, simply because of her alienness, he had guessed wrong. It quickly became apparent that Heleen and Humans shared that form of intimacy and that Shalan was no novice at it. She leaned into the kiss and into him with an eagerness that was not timid at all.

• Shalahn

After a moment of pleasant surprise, Dagen pressed in, his hand slowly moving to rest at her jaw/neck. It would be so easy to lose himself in this here and now. Past hosts had all seen intimacy as something totally different from one another. One one side of the scale was Thrace who was more of a hedonistic user who tended to attract partners of the same ilk right on through to the other end of the scale - or so he thought. As his mind started in this line of thinking, he thrust it out in favor of the moment now. That moment was shattered in a moment with …

At that moment one of the security Ensigns came by… Mario was his name. He had already had a few drinks, and since the Captain had lifted the alcohol ban for the rest of the evening he was swaggering by more than he was walking. He was still obviously security, with a large and wide built, but he had been on the Genesis since forever, never quite made a promotion and didn’t seem to overly care.

When he saw them kissing he made a clucking sound that sounded oddly vulgar. “Hey hey, finally somebody gets the silent blue nurse all loosened up. Hey my man, you gotta tell me if those blue tattoos are everywhere tomorrow.” he brawled.

• Mario Gobel, sec

A flash of anger ran through him. It was an entire mix of offense, surprise, rising rage, instinctive male protectionism, and who knows what other kind of evolutionary senses wrapped up in a bundle of him just not being ‘impressed’. Mix that with what he himself had had to drink - albeit modest - he broke off from the kiss and shot a ‘if looks could kill’ glance. In a second he was up. This Mario was younger and no doubt faster than him, but Dagen could hold his own if need be. While one might hear the same thing in a locker room and pass it off as just brash testosterone idiocy, setting was everything. He clutched the front of Mario’s shirt with his left hand to get his attention and drew near. When he spoke it was through clenched teeth. “Now listen and listen good. If you are looking for a fight I’ve done so with Admirals. My guess is you are simply looking for attention. And attention you will get. Tomorrow, Ensign, you will report to engineering for a special assignment. In the meantime you ‘will’ apologize, because we both ‘know’ that you’re not meaning what you are saying. Isn’t that right?” By his tone and his inflection, Dagen was giving him a chance to ‘wise’ up barring more serious implications. What Dagen wanted to do was slug him, and part of him was just holding back on that. As much as he did want to do this, he knew that all the same it wouldn’t look good for one of the ‘hosts’ of the party to get into a brawl. Still, all that logic was in a fuzzy cloud of emotion that held some weight but was just at the edge of a cliff.
- Dagen, CE

First, Shalahn was mortified at the scene in front of her, but that quickly turned into indignation and she got up, backing to the side a bit and admiring Dagen for standing up for her like this.

Completely sober, Mario would have backed down at that moment. But he was neither sober, nor was he wise - and he was a young security officer who had something to prove. Who was this guy anyhow to make him report to engineering? Only the COS could do that, not a mere engineer!

Lights were on and it didn’t appear that anyone was home - that was Dagen’s close up assessment of this burly fellow. Thor’s first host - Surel - had commented regarding security in his day which basically was like ‘Security - they can lift a tonne but can’t spell it.’ That was what came to mind, and in that instant realized that his words were not getting through. Authority was not getting through. His right hand had been ready to strike if needed, though Dagen’s assessment was that that would only get him angry. A moment later he was pushed back …

He placed both hands on Dagen’s shoulders and pushed back hard, trying both to get out of the grip on his red shirt and cause some moderate amount of pain, then he pulled back his right arm, his hand fisting up for a right hook…

• Mario Gobel, sec

As the Ensign pushed Dagen back, Shalahn’s large azure eyes slitted and she felt a rage the like of which she had rarely felt in all her hundreds of years.

… and caught himself from falling. He saw that Mario was revving up for a strike and took another half step back and took up a stance that was, he hoped, not offensive. He wanted to take this man down a peg but knew he was outgunned, even if the tank in front of him was drunk. “You are out of line, Ensign,” he said in his ‘hopefully’ most authoritative voice, emphasizing ‘Ensign’. “Stand down. Now.” He was out of range of any immediate attack, but knew he could probably ‘defend’ well against an attack.

• Dagen, CE

Starfleet protocol said not to intrude in somebody’s mind without invitation, but this was an exception! On Heel, one had the right to defend oneself and those close to her if attacked with the use of their channel - if it was of any use - and Shalahn’s channel sure was. She was not sure about Starfleet protocol in such circumstances, but surely nobody would fault her to act according to Heel law.
She entered Mario’s mind, it was unsurprisingly easy. It was all fuzzy from the alcohol he must have had, his thoughts were chaotic and spiked with irrational agression that stemmed from an issue buried much deeper in his psyche. But she was not really interested in that. She listened to his thoughts and emotions as he was further enraged at being told to stand down by an Engineer and as he formed the plan to fake a blow with his right and barrel his left fist into Dagen’s stomach. After all that was where those symbionts lived…

That in turn enraged her even more. He was not only threatening Dagen, but also Thor, that marvellous, amazing being… she was a bit out of practice but Mario had a simple mind and it was a lot easier than it would have been with a Heleen to find his consciousness and shut it down, after just a little pull that would cause him some pain… not a lot, just so much that he would remember it.

• Shalahn, nurse

Mario was in the motion to punch with his right while fisting his left hand… when suddenly he grabbed his head with both of his hands, let out a piercing scream and then dropped unconscious to the floor like a deflated sack.

• Mario Gobel, sec