Posted by Lieutenant Séan Iven (Counselor) in Side-sim: Scoping Out Low Places

Posted by Civilian Thyr Th’arialat (Resident) in Side-sim: Scoping Out Low Places

Posted by Lieutenant Séan Iven (Counselor) in Side-sim: Scoping Out Low Places
As the bustling streets of Oed’s Tevic Square hummed with activity, Séan found himself immersed in the vibrant atmosphere of the planet’s diverse culture. Off duty and dressed in casual civilian clothing, he relished the opportunity to explore beyond the confines of the Starfleet compound.

Tevic Square, with its eclectic mix of shops, restaurants, and establishments, seemed to offer an enticing array of experiences. Séan’s eyes wandered, taking in the sights and sounds of the lively scene. The air was filled with the aroma of exotic spices, and colorful banners danced in the gentle breeze.

As he meandered through the bustling square, his attention was drawn to a dimly lit establishment tucked away in a corner. There was no visible sign to indicate its name, leaving Séan intrigued by the mystery it held. The sound of music and muffled conversations spilled out from the partially open doorway, enticing him to step inside and uncover its secrets.

Unbeknownst to Séan, this unnamed bar had earned a reputation among the locals as a place where tensions often escalated into physical altercations. It was said to contribute 2 to 10 patients per week to the nearby hospital, a consequence of the fights that broke out within its walls. Séan, however, remained oblivious to this knowledge, his intention being to keep a low profile and quietly immerse himself in the local culture.

Entering the establishment, Séan felt the shift in atmosphere. The dim lighting cast a mysterious glow, creating an ambiance of both excitement and unpredictability. Conversations, laughter, and the clinking of glasses intertwined into a symphony that echoed throughout the bar.

Seeking to blend in, Séan found a spot at the bar, trying to maintain a low profile despite his imposing stature. Standing at 6‘3” with a solid 230-pound frame, it was no easy task to fade into the background. He observed the diverse mix of patrons engaged in animated conversations, curious to understand their stories and experiences.

With each passing moment, Séan’s curiosity grew, eager to uncover the hidden narratives within these walls. Unbeknownst to him, the bar’s notoriety remained concealed, allowing him to approach his surroundings with a sense of wonder and intrigue.

Counselor Iven

In the corner of the bar sat an Andorian, at slightly over six feet tall, but shorter than Séan, and lankier, in a traditional Orion outfit. The lavish wrap came up around his shoulders and down his body covering just what it needed to. A loin cloth helped keep him covered. There was a healing wound along his left front side, in the lower chest. It was still sore, but mostly healed. There were a few other smaller scars visible along his body. Besides his Orion wear, he fit in quite well with the crowd in the bar.

He was tuned to the environment in the bar, his antenna showing his interest in the conversations around him. He noticed the tall newcomer, a human man no doubt, and… Did his best to blend into the corner. The man wore civilian clothes, but Thyr knew that walk, the way he carried himself. What was a fleety doing here? He wasn’t certain, but fairly sure. No one knows who I am. Don’t act suspicious, and no one has any reason to question, Thyr thought to himself. He made himself relax again, Forget the fleety. He turned his attention back to a particularly belligerent Klingon, hoping to see the beefy man start a fight.

~ Thyr

Séan’s eyes briefly scanned the room, taking in the diverse array of patrons engaged in lively conversations. Among them, he noticed an Andorian seated in the corner, adorned in a traditional Orion outfit. Séan’s gaze lingered for a moment, captivated by the intriguing blend of cultures represented in this bar.

Although unaware of the bar’s reputation for fights, Séan was instinctively drawn to observe the dynamics and interactions unfolding around him. The energy in the room was palpable, and his keen senses picked up on the subtle shifts in tension and anticipation.

His attention was momentarily caught by Thyr, the Andorian who seemed to possess a heightened awareness of his surroundings. Séan’s empathic nature picked up on Thyr’s curiosity and the brief recognition in his eyes. However, Séan dismissed it as a fleeting moment and shifted his focus back to the diverse crowd.

With a calm demeanor, Séan decided to order a drink, opting for something light and refreshing with a hint of alcohol. As he waited for his drink to be prepared, Séan leaned casually against the bar counter, allowing himself to be enveloped by the vibrant atmosphere of the establishment.

His intention was to keep a low profile and simply enjoy the experience of immersing himself in the local culture of Oed. Séan was keenly aware that his towering height and solid frame made it challenging to blend in completely, but he remained determined to embrace the moment and observe the rich tapestry of life unfolding before him.

Counselor Iven

A six foot tall andorian wearing an Orion outfit didn’t exactly go unnoticed either. But as Jezem had taught him, everyone was too busy gawking at the clothes to notice much else about him. And man, were they comfortable.

The Klingon was quite drunk and getting very belligerent and irritable with the people around him. He was at the table next to Shivan’s. Shivan snickered when he shouted at the trill next to him for… eating too many fries? The reason was mundane.

Unfortunately for Shivan, the Klingon heard him snicker. And turned around with a glowering look. “Are you laughing at me? You insult me!” The Klingon shouted, standing from his seat and instead at the end of Shivan’s table.

“You asked for it,” Shivan chuckled, unable to help himself. Then he cleared his throat, “Ahem, I mean…” Shivan could not bring himself to apologize to this idiot. He had too much pride for that. “You shouldn’t start fights?” He tried instead, unconvincingly, holding his hands up.

The answer was not good enough for the large Klingon and Shivan found himself promptly and roughly removed from his seat and harshly tossed to the ground. “No one insults T’okrorf and gets away with it!” The Klingon growled angrily.

~ Thyr