LtCmdr. Talos Dakora - Not Every Door Is An Exit
Travis
((Quark’s Bar, Grill, Gaming House and Holo-Suite Arcade - Deep Space Nine))
Dakora: What about you two? Any last-minute plans before we set off? ::He smirked and rattled the ice cubes in his drink.:: I’m not opposed to taking this show on the road…
Adea: Not really, but I’m happy to get gone.
Yellir: Oh for sure, I’m more than happy to get going.
He wasn’t sure where, but it seemed they were off to… somewhere. As Hallia hopped off her stool with a sort of wobbly grace that he appreciated, Talos enacted a devious plan to smuggle the remainder of his drink out of the bar using his stomach.
With the now empty glass discarded on the bar, he too clambered unsteadily off his stool.
Dakora: I’m good to go.
He demonstrated this fact by flashing a thumbs-up, an act well known for only being performed by the sober and sound of mind.
The sound of a collision drew his attention and he saw Genkos recover from an unexpected encounter with… something.
Adea: I’ll have you know that a tipsy Genkos is faaaaaar more steady on his feet than that boring sober doctor.
The now distressingly mobile intoxicated trio stepped away from the bar, though as Talos was following Genkos and Genkos seemed to be following Hallia, they narrowly avoided another collision when the Engineering Chief came to a sudden stop.
Her teased-up purple hair bobbed around as she tried to get her bearings.
Yellir: Wait, which way did we come in from?
Talos blinked a few times, trying to clear the vision that he’d just spent the past few hours ensuring was blurry.
He couldn’t remember exactly which way they’d come from, but he didn’t want to let that stop him from being helpful, so he pointed in the direction he thought was most likely correct.
Dakora: This way, I think.
Without further argument, Hallia began dutifully marching in the direction he’d specified. She called back over her shoulder as they approached a staircase–
oO Wait, did I use a staircase getting here? Oo
He shrugged. Maybe, maybe not. Who really cared?
Yellir: I think we’ve been so spoiled with site to site transports, no one walks anywhere anymore, we’re underutilizing our legs.
He couldn’t explain it, but he found Hallia’s point very profound. He nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly.
Dakora: Right!? Why do we even have a timed run as one of our PT reqs? They don’t let us walk anywhere!
Adea: Response
Yellir: We need to start doing marathons again or whatever thing Earth did with the running races. You know? The really odd and pointless ones they started doing, those ones where you’d run so long that trusting a bowel movement stops being ideal, those ones.
Talos had been initially nodding in enthusiastic agreement, but it faded into more of a quizzical expression by the end of her tirade.
As they neared the exit, the crowd seemed to have thinned out. In fact there was just one guy– a waiter probably?-- standing near the door. He held a drink out– well, not all the way out, just kind of out in front him, but enough. Talos shrugged and took the drink.
Patron: Hey! What do you think you are-
But as Talos stepped through the doors of what he thought was the exit, he was overcome by an amazing idea. His thoughts fell out of his mouth in an excited slurred monologue.
Dakora: We should totally have a race on the Artemis. ::He beamed.:: I bet I could win. ::His brow furrowed.:: Or maybe Addison. She’s pretty leggy. ::He felt his face redden a little as he realized what he’d said.:: Uh, not that I’ve noticed.
Adea: Response
Yellir: Response
As the door wooshed shut behind them and– curiously– faded out of existence they found themselves standing in the middle of a rocky desert somewhere. There was a small camp, complete with a campfire and primitive tents. A trio of horses were hitched to a post sunk into the ground nearby.
Talos rubbed his eyes and surveyed the scene straight of some ancient Earth Western holovid and turned to his friends.
Dakora: I… uh, think we took a wrong turn somewhere.
Adea: Response
Yellir: Response
TAG/TBC
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LtCmdr. Talos Dakora
First Officer
USS Artemis-A
O238811CD0