Posted 23 June 2018 - 7:20am by Lieut (j.g.) Marishka (Chief Intelligence Officer) (Catt Bennett) Posted by Lieutenant Tom Jarvis (Internal Security) in Lounge (tag GM) : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Marishka (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Lounge (tag GM) : : Posted by Gamemaster Kenson (Gamemaster) in Lounge (tag GM) : : : Posted by Ensign Valleea (Doctor) in Lounge (tag GM) : : : : Posted by Gamemaster Kenson (Gamemaster) in Lounge (tag GM) : : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Tom Jarvis (Internal Security) in Lounge (tag GM) : : : : : : Posted by Lieut (j.g.) Marishka (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Lounge : : : : : : : Posted by Gamemaster Kenson (Gamemaster) in Lounge : : : (snip) : : : : : : : : : : : : : Marishka smiled as she paused to choose another piece to play. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : “The most forgettable unforgettable friend I have. Don’t worry, he’s harmless.” : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Marishka couldn’t help speaking in riddles about Tom but that wasn’t fair to Valeea. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : “He’s our Internal Security officer and he’s very good at remaining unnoticed.” she explained before launching into another Keiko Matsui piece. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : “Huh,” Valleea remarked, gazing at the man for a moment before going back to her stitches. : : : : Marishka knew that Vallea would forget about Tom in a few minutes but she would happily explain again. Perhaps she would take a light meal after a few more pieces on the piano. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : As her eyes drifted over the crowd she saw a young man in a science uniform walking from table to table like he had had too much liquor. Stopping near Tom’s table he poured from the bottle in his left hand to the glass in his right, sloshing a bit of the strong smelling alcohol on his hand before he proceed to down half the glass. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : “Just goes to show they’ll let any fraud on this ship.” he said loud enough to be heard and not caring by whom. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Marishka : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Tom looked away from the port to see where the invective was aimed. Surely it couldn’t be at him. Very few people on the ship remembered him and, except for two or three people, that was entirely through artificial means. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Tom : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : The young man realized he had caught someone’s attention, if only for a few seconds. He turned to look at Tom. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember this one. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : “And who the hell are you?” he asked walking a little closer, the scent of alcohol drifting from his skin and glass. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Marishka : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Tom’s nose wrinkled a little. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : “No one of any concern. Trust me, if you walk away it won’t take long to forget all about me.” : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Tom : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Instead of walking away, the young scientist sat down across the table. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : “Yeah yeah, I’ll forget about you later or whatever. What do you know about that thing on stage?” he asked stabbing a finger in Marishka’s direction. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : For her part, Marishka continued playing one of the many variations of Ode to Joy that she had come to like. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Marishka : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Tom arched an eyebrow in a manner that would have made a Vulcan proud. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : “Well as you can hear, she’s an excellent piano player with good taste in music. She’s also an expert at reading body language and trained in many arts and skills to enable her to do her job with masterful ease.” Tom said matter of factly. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : Tom : : : : : : : : : : “Oh good, tonights’s the night for a doctor to be around, isn’t? At least I don’t have to worry about security,” the Kriosian said with slightly raised eyebrows. She had come to relax and work but so far that seemed like it might not work out so well. : : : : The young man smiled and nodded at Tom, there was a coolness in his almond eyes as if he’d expected an answer similar to that. : : “Yes, and quite devious too. You seem to have a pat little answer but whatever you may think you know, you don’t know her as well as you might wish. The woman can kill a man in his bed but not carry out a simple order nearly eleven years later. Is that the kind of person we really need on the Genesis?” “Well I would think that depends on the order.” Tom replied noting the man’s face for cross referencing on his console later. : : He paused and sipped his drink again as Marishka launched into another piece, her dark eyes half closed in thought. The piece seemed to take the man across the table from Tom by surprise. He listened more intently than he had before thinking the piece was going to end, he sighed and turned back to Tom, but stopped as it went on for another full minute. : : “Well, that part is new.” : Tom noted the reaction in the man’s body language. “So how long have you known the Lieutenant?” Tom asked. -Tom He smiled again and finished his bottle and glass. : : : : : : : A waiter came up and asked politely, “Would you care for anything to eat and drink?” : : : : : : : ____ : : : : : : : Kenson : : : : : : : : : Looking up, Valleea smiled lightly at the server. “Um, you know what? I think I might. If I could get a cup of jestral tea, that would be lovely, thank you.” She looked over at Marishka. “Marishka, care for anything?” : : : : : : Ensign Valleea, Doctor : : : : OOC: I thought I had posted in this thread a few days ago. : : : : IC: : : : : The waiter nodded and looked towards Marishka when the doctor asked. : : ____ : : Kenson : : Marishka pointed to the bottle of champagne on the table next to her, “Perhaps another bottle of this and maybe some caviar. Mmmm.” she said with a smile feeling in quite good spirits. : : Marishka/Sebastian
“I was ten years old the first time I heard of that one. Yes, my elders were quite impressed. So I suppose you could say eighteen years? It’s funny you know, how people can react to unique breeding and birth. All things through science I suppose.”
He looked at Tom again. He didn’t know who this man was but his father had taught him to pant seeds and sometimes one had to use less than ideal soil.
Slowly he stood up unaware he would forget this man in three minutes.
“You can tell the little heart thief that she should have sang for the counselor, or my DH, the CSO, and that I’ve come for what’s mine. My name is Sebastian. Have a nice evening.” he said turning and leaving his glass and bottle behind.
Marishka/Sebastian