Lt Alex Storm - A Dating Service?
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Karen Morris
Jul 28, 2025, 1:14:00 AM7/28/25
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(( Elysium - Deck 5, USS Artemis-A ))
Alex sat at a table in the ship’s lounge. Her quarters were still completely bare. Was her heart a reflection of the emptiness of her quarters or was it the other way around? But whatever the answer to that question was, she didn’t care to be in them overly much. Here in Elysium she was surrounded by so much noise - both physical and mental. When she needed to work, she often found the noisiest place on the ship and went there. The ruckus forced her to block everything out and concentrate on the task at hand.
She was going over the Artemis’s security protocols. While the vast majority of security protocols were the same from ship to ship, but there were always those subtle differences that had to be acknowledged and assimilated if she were to take her place on the ship. She used the tip of her well-manicured left pointer finger to scroll through each point as she read them. In her right hand, she had a glass of red synthahol wine. The mahogany colored liquid in the glass swirled around and around hypnotically as she focused on the PADD.
But a shadow fell across Alex’s PADD, causing her to look up.
Virtavi-Yaros: A wonderful day to you, ::eyes pips:: Lieutenant. Might you be expecting company, or would you permit me the honour of making your acquaintance this day?
There was a split second hesitation. Not so much because Alex was in the middle of some work or because she didn’t want to be interrupted, but because she tended to be a solitary creature, preferring to keep to herself. After a blink of her eyelids. She took a sip of her wine, and in that fraction of a second while she swallowed, she reminded herself that making friends was a part of a new posting, the black haired tactical officer nodded.
Storm: Of course. ::Gesturing to the seat opposite her.:: Is there something I can help you with …. ?
Virtavi-Yaros: I am Nadevia Virtavi-Yaros. Pray forgive my forwardness, but I do not believe I have had the pleasure of encountering your likeness before. May I presume you are newly come aboard the Artemis?
At the unusual way that the woman spoke, Alex stopped blocking out all thoughts and opened her mind up to get a better feel for who this newcomer was. She didn’t sense anything underhanded coming from the woman. The tactical officer turned over her PADD, leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs.
Storm: I am. But you…you aren’t Starfleet, are you?
Virtavi-Yaros: Me? Why, I have been so fortunate so as to be granted permanent residence aboard the Artemis due to my vocation of liaison for Starflirt. Perhaps you have heard of it?
Alex blinked several times. It wasn’t that she had never heard of it - she hadn’t. But that there would be an organization dedicated to … Starfleet officers …and … flirting? But despite her surprise, a quiet smile slid onto her face. The Betazoid clasped her wine glass in front of her with both hands.
Storm: I … have … not, but I can assume that it entails Starfleet aaaand Flirting?
Virtavi-Yaros: Response
Storm: So, it’s like … ::gestures with her wine glass:: a dating service?
Virtavi-Yaros: Response
Storm: And you run this just aboard the Artemis? Or is this Starfleet-wide?
Virtavi-Yaros: Response
~*~
Alex sat at a table in the ship’s lounge. Her quarters were still completely bare. Was her heart a reflection of the emptiness of her quarters or was it the other way around? But whatever the answer to that question was, she didn’t care to be in them overly much. Here in Elysium she was surrounded by so much noise - both physical and mental. When she needed to work, she often found the noisiest place on the ship and went there. The ruckus forced her to block everything out and concentrate on the task at hand.
She was going over the Artemis’s security protocols. While the vast majority of security protocols were the same from ship to ship, but there were always those subtle differences that had to be acknowledged and assimilated if she were to take her place on the ship. She used the tip of her well-manicured left pointer finger to scroll through each point as she read them. In her right hand, she had a glass of red synthahol wine. The mahogany colored liquid in the glass swirled around and around hypnotically as she focused on the PADD.
But a shadow fell across Alex’s PADD, causing her to look up.
Virtavi-Yaros: A wonderful day to you, ::eyes pips:: Lieutenant. Might you be expecting company, or would you permit me the honour of making your acquaintance this day?
There was a split second hesitation. Not so much because Alex was in the middle of some work or because she didn’t want to be interrupted, but because she tended to be a solitary creature, preferring to keep to herself. After a blink of her eyelids. She took a sip of her wine, and in that fraction of a second while she swallowed, she reminded herself that making friends was a part of a new posting, the black haired tactical officer nodded.
Storm: Of course. ::Gesturing to the seat opposite her.:: Is there something I can help you with …. ?
Virtavi-Yaros: I am Nadevia Virtavi-Yaros. Pray forgive my forwardness, but I do not believe I have had the pleasure of encountering your likeness before. May I presume you are newly come aboard the Artemis?
At the unusual way that the woman spoke, Alex stopped blocking out all thoughts and opened her mind up to get a better feel for who this newcomer was. She didn’t sense anything underhanded coming from the woman. The tactical officer turned over her PADD, leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs.
Storm: I am. But you…you aren’t Starfleet, are you?
Virtavi-Yaros: Me? Why, I have been so fortunate so as to be granted permanent residence aboard the Artemis due to my vocation of liaison for Starflirt. Perhaps you have heard of it?
Alex blinked several times. It wasn’t that she had never heard of it - she hadn’t. But that there would be an organization dedicated to … Starfleet officers …and … flirting? But despite her surprise, a quiet smile slid onto her face. The Betazoid clasped her wine glass in front of her with both hands.
Storm: I … have … not, but I can assume that it entails Starfleet aaaand Flirting?
Virtavi-Yaros: Response
Storm: So, it’s like … ::gestures with her wine glass:: a dating service?
Virtavi-Yaros: Response
Storm: And you run this just aboard the Artemis? Or is this Starfleet-wide?
Virtavi-Yaros: Response
~*~
Tags / TBC
~*~
Lt Alex Storm
Tactical Officer
USS Artemis
O240103SK2
Lt Alex Storm
Tactical Officer
USS Artemis
O240103SK2
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