Ten Forward Lounge

[warbladeuf]

::He walks into ten-forward, after just arriving on the ship. He decided to get some food, while he waits to meet with his commanding officer. His uniform all nice and pressed, his black and gold sash, all nice and polished up ready to show off his pride and honor. He sees different crew members in the lounge and looks toward the counter, he walks over and orders klingon bloowine, if they have it, if not then a red wine will be fine. He wonders what life will be like aboard the USS Aryes. ::

Could I get klingon blood wine if you have it, if not red wine please?

: Warblade waits for his drink, thinking, that maybe after a nice meal, he will feel settled in, and then check in with tactical to see if he can start working on some stuff. He smiles feeling that today will be a good day.::

[Darius Larson Weslynes]

:darius reenters the lounge after being away for almost two monthes. searching the faces in the galley and finally orders a drink and some toast his stomach had been a little unsettled as of late glancing back at warblade shaking his head a little at the odd assortment of crewmen and chasing a young junior officer out of his favorite seat he sits watching the stars roll by and further away from the corbide sector where he had just returned from:

[mikered]

Walks into Ten Forward, notice the light traffic. He goes to the bar and orders a Romulan Ale. He looks around, and notices no one from the bridge is in here. His thoughts of the weeks before, are now replaced with the image of Jenn Morgan.

Feeling a bit sad, and lonely, he sits alone, drinking his ale.

[vraxlis]

::Quietly slips into the ten-forward lounge, his robe making a soft rustle covered by the hum of conversation in the room. He makes his way to a shadowed corner, and flags down one of the servers moving between the tables.::

Gakk worms, and Reman ale.

::He then sits back to wait, observing everyone around him.::

[mikered]

He looks over to the Ensign, and give a friendly nod.

[vraxlis]

::Cowl nods back, a gloved hand reaches out to pick up his drink:: Good evening, Enssssign.

[Darius Larson Weslynes]

Darius reenters the lounge chipper mood smiles as always singing a little song to himself thankful for ten minutes of peace and quiet as he orders a betazed coffee and a salad in a light vinagerette dressing. still whistling reviewing the security reports for the evening.

[vraxlis]

Walking in, releived to be back aboard his ship, he smiles a little to himself, hidden in his cowl, before ordering his meal of gakk and Romulan Ale. Taking his food from the replicator, he moves over to a quiet, fairly secluded corner, protected from as much of the ambient light as possible, and begins to eat.

Looking around occasionally, he thinks about the two problems he is currently working on, and gloats to himself about finally having something to do. Though he wonders if he is going to miss the challenge of trying to over tax his station with an information overload.

Finally hearing Darius' whistling, his cowl swivels around as he looks over at the chipper Security officer.

"Hello there. You seem to be in a happy mood this evening. Or are you just glad to be back aboard something that doesn't rattle with every gust of solar wind that blows along?"

Not waiting for an answer, he turns back to his food, and continues to eat, taking occasional sips of his ale.

[vraxlis]

Entering the lounge with Ensign Harris, he finds a quiet corner table where the lights are a little dimmer.

"Excuse me for selecting our table, but I prefer the shadows if I can find them."

Takes a seat, his back towards the wall, looking out over the rest of the room.

[ensignharris]

"Never a problem Vrax." She quickly sits across from him, vaguely pleased with the low lighting. She didn't intend to feel the way she did but she just couldn't get used to his...features. Flagging down a nearby Ensign she orders a sweet tea. "How are you Vrax?"

[vraxlis]

"Besssidesss a llllittlllle ssssorrrre frrrrom the burrrns? I am doing quite wellll. I have had an interrrressssting time sssso farrr, and am finding that I missssed much assss a chillllld.

"How about yourrrssselllf?"

Takes a moment to order a mineral water from the ensign before they leave.

[ensignharris]

"Those burns look pretty bad. What, precisely, did you miss as a child?" She turns a trinket over and over in her hands absent-mindedly.

[vraxlis]

Therrrre issss sssso much inforrrmation availlllablllle that I had no idea wassss therrrre. I have been sssstudying in my off hourrrrrssss everrrry ssssince I came aboarrrrd the Arrryessss. I neverrrr knew that my education had been lllllimited untillll then.

I had allllwaysss though that sssship and weapon desssssign werrrre the onlllly thingssss wrrrritten about. Rrrremanssss have an orrrallll trrrradition, not a wrrritten one, sssso it wassss easssy to foollll myssssellllf and cllllassssmatessss.

[ensignharris]

"I'm Irish. While our oral tradition isn't what it was centuries ago, we still pass down legends and tall tales to our children and grandchildren." The Ensign returned with their drinks and she nodded politely before sipping her tea.

[vraxlis]

Accepting his mineral water, he took a sip before continuing, "Mossst Rrrremansss do not rrread much. We have no need forrrr it. Onlllly those sssingllled out forrr ssspeciallll trrrraining, orrrr thosssse who have earrrrned theirrr frrrreedom have the llllleissssure time forrrr it. Sssso, to passs the time whilllle we worrrk, we tellll ssssstorrriesss. Hissstorrrriesss and ssssuch."