Lt Alex Storm - Dr. Dreamy
Karen Morris
(( Deck 5 Corridor, USS Artemis-A ))
Alex, wearing cut-off denim shorts and an earth-toned peasant blouse, walked down the corridor of the Artemis on her way to the transporter room. She had heard of some beautiful parks on Rylor, and she was ready for some real sun in a friendly environment…
without deadly creatures…
that wanted to eat you for lunch…
Or that caused Betazoids to double over in pain.
As she waited for the turbolift, two female ensigns stood in front of her engaged in a flurry of conversation.
Talbott: Yeah, apparently he didn’t know there was going to be a race today. I saw him sprinting down the corridors about ten minutes ago.
The blonde said, turning her head as if to stifle a giggle.
Mercer: How can you not know you’re competing in a race? I mean, aren’t those events planned weeks in advance?
Talbott: Of course they are. But there he was… rushing down the corridor. He almost knocked me over.
This time, she did giggle.
Mercer: Oh, I wish I were in your shoes. Isn't his mustache just so cute?
Her hands came together to cover her mouth with a dramatic sigh.
Nah, the beard was definitely better.
Mercer: Doctor Dreamy! Maybe I’ll sprain my ankle just so he can treat it.
The turbolift opened, and Alex stood there, her feet frozen to the ground.
Talbott and Mercer stepped inside, looked at her, and rolled their eyes - nearly in unison.
Talbott: You want in or not?
With a shake of her head, Alex smiled.
Storm: Sure… Yeah… Thanks. Sorry.
She stepped inside with the two very young women who looked fresh out of the Academy.
Storm: ::To the computer:: Deck four. ::To Mercer:: Who did you say was competing in a race?
Mercer: Oh…Commander Munro and Doctor Bancroft. I’d bet a bar of latinum on him even though she’s likely going to wipe the course with his jersey. You off to the planet?
Storm: Yeah. I planned on going for a walk in one of the parks.
Talbott: We’re going to watch the race.
Storm: People actually watch these things?
After a pause and while rolling her eyes again, she responded…
Talbott: That’s what I just said, isn’t it?
Alex opened her mouth to say something, but the turbolift doors parted. Keeping her thoughts to herself, she walked with the two giddy school girls to the transporter room.
Maybe I’ll just…see how he does, and then, I’ll go for a walk.
(( Running Track, Kerrit Dromos, City One – Rylor ))
Five minutes later, three people materialized at the track.
As soon as she was corporeal again, Alex’s hair was whipped behind her, but the breeze was warm and sweet - like a whiff of her favorite chai tea rolling off a warm mug. She recognized several other crew members, and walked over in their direction.
Vailani: Response
K’Wara: ::innocent smile:: And good to see you too, Lieutenant Vailani. Here to spectate?
Vailani: Response
K’Wara: Please, sit with me. I think they’re about to start.
Closer to Imril, Garlanak was running his own game.
Garlanak: Doctor! Odds are still shifting!
She heard "Doctor" and her eyes swept across the field. There was Roy in his running outfit. His easy grin and carefree demeanor brought a smile to Alex’s face.
Munro: ::deadpan:: Bancroft.
Alex walked over and quietly spoke with the person taking bets. Not moments later, she walked back toward the group, stuffing something in her pocket.
Bancroft: ::steely eyes:: Commander.
Bancroft: Issuing the challenge months ago and collecting on it without warning is an exceptionally effective strategy. I’m very impressed.
Roy’s gaze drifted toward the crowd. Alex smiled as she briefly caught his eye. Her hand emerged from her pocket holding something clasped tightly in her fist. She pointed it at him before repocketing it.
K’Wara: Obviously, Ava has this in the bag. Not even a question. What do you figure?
Imril: ::To K’Wara:: Roy’s done just as much running as the Commander, lately. That’s got to count for something.
Slipping into the ranks near Imril, Alex added.
Storm: Besides, he’s lanky, and the lanky ones usually make good runners.
Vailani/Any: Response
Munro: You can forfeit if you like? I'm not sure your dignity would remain intact but it's an option. If you're not ready?
Bancroft: I appreciate the concern, Commander. ::beat:: I assure you my dignity has survived far worse than five kilometers.
Munro: Response
Imril: ::Clapping:: You can do it, Roy! I’m betting on you!
Alex opened her mouth, but her brain was still processing, so nothing came out.
What do I call him? Roy? Too personal. Lieutenant? Too formal. Certainly not Bancroft! Hey you?
Storm: You’ve got this, Doctor!
Alex rolled her eyes at herself. Doctor?!? Really?
Vailani/Any: Response
A voice from the small crowd called out: “Alright – runners ready!”
Both Ava and Roy stepped up to the starting line. Unfortunately, Ava looked ready, Roy looked … less so.
“Three!”
“Two!”
“One!”
“Go!”
Munro exploded forward.
Munro: Response?
Ava took the early lead, but Roy stayed just behind her—close enough to matter, not close enough to challenge. But partway around the track, Roy’s pace slackened.
Storm: Come on…Roy.
There it was. Too late to take it back. Could - I - be - more - obvious? UGH! I shouldn’t have come.
From near her side, Alex heard one of the Ensigns yell…
Talbott: Come on, Doctor Dreamy!!
Alex turned and stared at her for a moment before Talbott shrugged and blurted out…
Talbott: What? Well, he is, isn’t he?
And she let out a dramatic sigh.
Okay…I guess I’m not quite so obvious.
By the time they approached the one-kilometer mark, Munro held a decisive lead.
Imril: ::Clapping:: Keep on her, Roy! Wooooo!
Storm: One stride at a time. You can bridge this gap. You still have four kilometers!
Munro/Any: Response
Imril: He’s just keeping some in the tank for later.
Alex nodded at Roy’s friend.
Storm: I’m sure he is.
Bancroft/Any: Response
I almost feel badly for the Commander. No one is cheering for her.
Munro/Bancroft/Any: Response
Storm: Find your new stride.
Munro/Bancroft/Any: Response
Yelling through cupped hands, Alex bellowed…
Storm: Match her pace—you’ve got the longer stride!
Mercer and Talbott jumped up and down, clapping like two cheerleaders at a football game.
Munro/Bancroft/Any: Response
This time, Alex’s words were quiet. She leaned over to Imril and asked.
Storm: How much of a chance do you think he’s really got?
Munro/Bancroft/Imril/Any: Response
~*~
Tags / TBC!
~*~
Lt Alex Storm
Tactical Officer
USS Artemis
O240103SK2
Karen Morris
(( Deck 5 Corridor, USS Artemis-A ))
Alex, wearing cut-off denim shorts and an earth-toned peasant blouse, walked down the corridor of the Artemis on her way to the transporter room. She had heard of some beautiful parks on Rylor, and she was ready for some real sun in a friendly environment…
without deadly creatures…
that wanted to eat you for lunch…
Or that caused Betazoids to double over in pain.
As she waited for the turbolift, two female ensigns stood in front of her engaged in a flurry of conversation.
Talbott: Yeah, apparently he didn’t know there was going to be a race today. I saw him sprinting down the corridors about ten minutes ago.
The blonde said, turning her head as if to stifle a giggle.
Mercer: How can you not know you’re competing in a race? I mean, aren’t those events planned weeks in advance?
Talbott: Of course they are. But there he was… rushing down the corridor. He almost knocked me over.
This time, she did giggle.
Mercer: Oh, I wish I were in your shoes. Isn't his mustache just so cute?
Her hands came together to cover her mouth with a dramatic sigh.
Mustache? Roy? There’s only one real mustache on the Artemis. Besides, the beard was definitely better.
Mercer: Doctor Dreamy! Maybe I’ll sprain my ankle just so he can treat it.
Doctor Dreamy? Roy would choke on his coffee…Wait, does he drink coffee?
The turbolift opened, and Alex stood there, her feet frozen to the ground.
Talbott and Mercer stepped inside, looked at her, and rolled their eyes - nearly in unison.
Talbott: You want in or not?
With a shake of her head, Alex smiled.
Storm: Sure… Yeah… Sorry. Thanks!
She stepped inside with the two very young women who looked fresh out of the Academy.
Storm: ::To the computer:: Deck four. ::To Mercer:: Who did you say was competing in a race?
Mercer: Oh…Commander Munro and Doctor Bancroft. I’d bet a bar of latinum on him even though she’s likely going to wipe the course with his jersey. You off to the planet?
Storm: Yeah. I planned on going for a walk in one of the parks.
Talbott: We’re going to watch the race.
Storm: People actually watch these things?
After a pause and while rolling her eyes again, she responded…
Talbott: That’s what I just said, isn’t it?
For some reason, Alex could picture the the blonde chomping on gum and blowing large obnoxious bubbles and popping them in people’s faces.
Maybe I’ll just…see how he does, and then, I’ll go for a walk.
((Kerrit Dromos - City One - Rylor))
Vailani: Good morning, Lt.
K’Wara: ::innocent smile:: And good to see you too, Lieutenant Vailani. Here to spectate?
Vailani: :: shakes her head, slightly irritated :: I don't spectate. I'm here to observe.
She crossed her arms to appear more formal and standoffish, maybe it would repel the colourful officer.
K’Wara: Please, sit with me. I think they’re about to start.
Nope.
She sighed and took the seat next to K'Wara, it was an advantageous spot.
Garlanak: Doctor! Odds are still shifting!
She heard "Doctor" and her eyes swept across the field. There was Roy in his running outfit. His easy grin and carefree demeanor brought a smile to Alex’s face.
Munro: ::deadpan:: Bancroft.
Alex walked over and quietly spoke with the person taking bets. Not moments later, she walked back toward the group, stuffing something in her pocket.
Bancroft: ::steely eyes:: Commander.
Bancroft: Issuing the challenge months ago and collecting on it without warning is an exceptionally effective strategy. I’m very impressed.
Roy’s gaze drifted toward the crowd. Alex smiled as she briefly caught his eye. Her hand emerged from her pocket holding something clasped tightly in her fist. She pointed it at him before repocketing it.
K’Wara: Obviously, Ava has this in the bag. Not even a question. What do you figure?
Imril: ::To K’Wara:: Roy’s done just as much running as the Commander, lately. That’s got to count for something.
Slipping into the ranks near Imril, Alex added.
Storm: Besides, he’s lanky, and the lanky ones usually make good runners.
Vailani: :: reluctant sigh :: If I was to bet :: disapproving glare at Imril and K'Wara :: Which I don't do. But if I was, I would place my bet on Commander Munro. She seems like the type that's used to getting what she wants. I don't trust anyone that chooses to grow a moustache. Least of all a doctor.
Any: Response
Munro: You can forfeit if you like? I'm not sure your dignity would remain intact but it's an option. If you're not ready?
Bancroft: I appreciate the concern, Commander. ::beat:: I assure you my dignity has survived far worse than five kilometers.
Munro: Response
Imril: ::Clapping:: You can do it, Roy! I’m betting on you!
Alex opened her mouth, but her brain was still processing, so nothing came out.
What do I call him? Roy? Too personal. Lieutenant? Too formal. Certainly not Bancroft! Hey you?
Storm: You’ve got this, Doctor!
Alex rolled her eyes at herself. Doctor?!? Really?
Any: Response
A voice from the small crowd called out: “Alright – runners ready!”
Roy stepped to the starting line beside Munro. A long red arc of track lay before them both. He rolled his shoulders once and drew in a slow breath. Beside him, Munro looked utterly relaxed.
“Three!”
“Two!”
“One!”
“Go!”
Munro: Response?
Storm: Come on…Roy.
There it was. Too late to take it back. Could - I - be - more - obvious? UGH! I shouldn’t have come.
From near her side, Alex heard one of the Ensigns yell…
Talbott: Come on, Doctor Dreamy!!
Alex turned and stared at her for a moment before Talbott shrugged and blurted out…
Talbott: What? Well, he is, isn’t he?
And Talbott let out a dramatic sigh.
Okay…I guess I’m not quite so obvious.
By the time they approached the one-kilometer mark, Munro held a decisive lead.
Imril: ::Clapping:: Keep on her, Roy! Wooooo!
Storm: One stride at a time. You can bridge this gap. You still have four kilometers!
Vailani: He'd need to be near her to keep on her.
Any: Response
Imril: He’s just keeping some in the tank for later.
Alex nodded at Roy’s friend.
Storm: I’m sure he is.
Any: Response
Vailani: Sure :: sarcastic :: That must be it.
Any: Response
I almost feel badly for the Commander. No one is cheering for her.
Vailani: I had no idea you were such good friends with Lt. Bancroft?
Alex’s head swivelled around to face the woman who asked about Lt. Bancroft. She looked familiar, but she didn’t know exactly who she was, but as she glanced in her direction, it was obvious she was looking at Imril and K’Wara, not at her. She simply pressed her lips together and turned back to watch the race.
Imril/K'Wara: Response
Vailani: What is that?
Any: Response
Vailani: Lt. Imril? How big is that tank exactly?
Imril/K’Wara/Any: Response
Storm: Find your new stride.
Vailani/K’Wara/Imril: Response
Yelling through cupped hands, Alex bellowed…
Storm: Match her pace—you’ve got the longer stride!
Mercer and Talbott jumped up and down, clapping like two cheerleaders at a football game.
Munro/Bancroft/Any: Response
This time, Alex’s words were quiet. She leaned over to Imril and asked.
Storm: How much of a chance do you think he’s really got?
Munro/Bancroft/Imril/Any: Response
~*~
Tags / TBC!
~*~
Lt Alex Storm
Tactical Officer
USS Artemis
O240103SK2
Alex's outfit.
