Lt Cmdr. Avander Promontory: Card Sharp
Avander Promontory
(( Senior Officers Mess Hall, Deck 2, USS Octavia E Butler ))
Dinner had gone according to plan: Avander had a better sense of each of these new ensigns and was now less likely to confuse the two new Trill or the two new engineers. He looked across the table envisioning a neat little Venn Diagram of Trills and Engineers and both.
Promontory: Well, we have this mess hall booked all night, but at some point I should probably finish up some PADDwork. (wryly) I understand a junior officer shot their superior officer and, well, now I have forms to fill out!
He looked at Ensign Lahl for a beat before cracking a grin. This batch could be fun to tease.
Nis: What?! A junior officer shot a superior officer? That’s terrible! We hope they’ve been suitably punished.
Jack had given Avander a full report before the tactical officer had been called away again. Despite knowing that there was nothing really to it (all things considered) it was still fun to watch the ensigns' reactions.
Caras: What factors determine less or more forms? How epic it looked? If said officer gave it as an order? Speed and accuracy that would make a marine jealous? Asking for a friend. ::under breath:: quick draw McLahl.
Lahl had finally had enough and interjected.
Lahl: He told me to! And you were there!
Nis: Ohhhh. Uh . . . sorry.
Avander flashed a bit smile and laughed out loud. The tension in the room relaxed noticeably. The doctor, for their part, grabbed the nearest piece of food (which also happened to be the spiciest on the table, Avander had to override a warning on the replicator to synthesize it). Apparently, however, it wasn’t on purpose and the petite ensign began breathing intently as tears formed from her eyes.
Caras: Doctor are you…. Ok? Do you need to go to Sickbay? Here, try this ::grabbing something from the far end of the table:: this cream should… help?
Lahl: She’s fine, her past host could handle much more spice than that.
Promontory: But new host taste buds, right?
Avander was no expert in Trill physiology, but as he understood it, the symbiont didn’t have their own primary sense organs and were much more a perceptual and memory-based creature. At any rate, the doctor seemed well enough off and moved to forward the conversation to another topic.
Nis: One thing we’d like to know--what’s next for the ship? Will we stay in Gamma Quadrant? It’s a very interesting place.
Caras: Doctor you might want to…. See to that.
Lahl: Honestly, he may be right.
Promontory: I trust the doctor on medical issues (nodding to the ensign) and knowing their own body. (beat) But yes, we’re in the GQ long-term. Latest from command suggests we may be taking over some of the sectors the Dow had previously been assigned to, but at any rate, we’re here for some time.
While the Federation no longer did official five year missions, he had been reliably informed that the plan for the flotilla was extended years in the region.
Caras: This has been an excellent evening spent getting to know you and trying some excellent food. We could always turn it into a few rounds of cards if we have it for a little while longer. Do any of you play?
Avander tried to conceal his enthusiastic smile. He loved to play.
Lahl: I dabble occasionally.
Promontory: Big fan of the game. Games.
Caras: I guess that begs the question Commander, which is more pressing? The PADDwork or your luck?
Lahl: Well?
Promontory: I suppose a few quick rounds couldn’t hurt.
He charge the time to ‘teambuilding.’
Caras: I’d be up for that.
Lahl: Let’s do it.
Promontory: Ensign’s choice. Will it be Swords and Scarfs? Blind All Fours? Tuskatee Stud?
They cleared the table in a trice and the Orion ensign produced a deck.
Lahl: So, what’s your game of choice Caras?
Caras: Response
Promontory: A classic.
Lahl: Always a fun one. Hope your poker faces are good.
Caras: Response
Promontory: Deal ‘em out!
Lahl/Nis/Caras: Response
Tags/Possibly End of Scene?
[Speaking of 'classics' fading to black while playing cards!]