Lieutenant JG Jackson Tanner - Hungry gossiping
Jackson Tanner
((Cafe, First Promenade, Deck 225, Deespace 224))
Everyone had their work cut out for them over the last three months. And while Jackson had a rough idea what everyone was up to, he listened as Drex spoke.
Buccheri: Definitely better than what I was doing. I think. Maybe.
ch’Clex: No you did good.
Tanner: We all had our roles to play. Doubt we’d be standing here if we all didn’t chip in.
ch’Clex: ::Looking down in his drink ::But I do have to say that this is way better than that rocket fuel Zogi served back there.
Drex: Almost anything is better than what Zogi called a beverage down there. I am fairly certain his special reserve could strip hull plating if given the chance.
Buccheri: Still terrified of Zogi and his mystery bar. I think Lieutenant Letek promised me a drink down there, but everything I hear makes it sound worse and worse.
ch’Clex: Got ask, do any of you know anyone that makes good instruments? And no, not any of that replicated stuff, it has to be hand made.
Tanner: What kind of instrument? ::Sitting slightly back in his chair.::
Not that the answer would have changed anything. Jackson had no idea who could help, but he was curious what the man was hoping to craft.
Drex: It depends on what you are looking for. Sports? Music? Agriculture?
Buccheri: ...drawing blanks here, sir. :: He shook his head. :: Sorry.
ch’Clex: Response
Tanner: Probably difficult to find someone with experience having crafted one before. But I'm sure you could find someone who has the right skills to do so.
Drex: I don’t know anyone personally, but I can ask around and let you know
ch’Clex: Response
As the food arrived, Jackson watched as plates were dropped.
Tanner: If you were having your first meal and you were back at home, what would you choose? ::Letting the question sink in for a moment, Jackson took up first swing.:: I think I’d have to say Roast meat and vegetables. Just because it reminds me of home so much.
Drex: That’s easy. Whatever my grandmothers cook, it’ll be fine. Kalusan ratatouille would be my first choice, though.
Buccheri: Definitely my mother's rigatoni pasta. Something simple and neat, methinks.
ch’Clex: Response
The wants from the others went straight to Jackson's mental list of food to try. He loved experimenting and experiencing the different foods of other cultures. It pleased him to see the memories and attachments the others also had.
Drex: Maybe it's time to organize a new potluck dinner. I did it once, after my first mission, on Denali. No replicators. :: He smiled :: Would you be able to cook something?
Buccheri: Unless it came prepackaged - not at all, sir.
Tanner: ::Jackson smiled as he listened.:: This is a great idea! I love to cook.
ch’Clex : Response
Drex: ey, of course you can call home and ask for help. I did. :: He lifted a hand in mock surrender :: Though there was also some... creative improvisation involved.
Buccheri: Sounds like a good way to find out why they didn't do it that way, sir. :: The ensign snickered, wiping his mouth :: Then again, s'also a good way to figure out how you like yours cooked, sir.
ch’Clex : Response
Drex: Either way, it’s a good excuse to eat well.
Tanner: True enough. I think we should definitely organise this. ::Pausing for a moment to expand the idea.:: What if we just rotated around and each took a turn cooking?
ch’Clex: Response
The coffee still sat on the table next to Jackson. Looking at its swirling mass as he spun the mug, Jackson scanned the crowd. The area was picking up and was mostly a mix of Starfleet personnel. All completely unfamiliar faces, but the uniform provided an element of comfort.
Buccheri: Speaking of home and eating well - why'd any of you sign up for Starfleet? Sounds like you might've had it good back home.
Tanner: ::Looking around.:: I’ll go first. I guess initially it was at my parents' insistence. Something about needing to do something with my life. :: Grinning at the harsh truth of it.:: But in the end I did it because I enjoy being part of a team and the endless excitement of the unknown.
Drex/ch’Clexr: Response
Buccheri: Didn't have much of a choice. Or maybe I did, n' I figured that out a lil too late. Either way, I'm here to stay, sir. Gotta take the good with the bad, right? And I think I'm taking the good right now, sir.
Initiated by the Ensign, Jackson joined with the acknowledgement and raised his mug.
Drex/ch'Clex: Response
Buccheri: If you don't mind me asking, sirs, but there's gotta be something interesting happening with the crew, right? After all, you three've been serving on the Eagle longer than me.
The Engineer understood the desire, but he never found much value. Although, that might be largely because he just didn’t pay attention to the minutia of detail required to piece together social gossip. In saying that, he wasn’t above hearing it.
Drex/ch'Clex: Response
Jackson was an active participant as the group chatted and started to get to know one another better. Jackson was very glad he ran into them all but ultimately, he did need to do the very thing he had forgotten to do.
Tanner: Thanks again for breakfast everyone. ::Standing up.:: But I do need to go speak to my parents. ::Nodding.:: We must do this again!
Buccheri/Drex/ch'Clex: Response
NT - End for Jackson.
Lieutenant JG Jackson Tanner
Engineering Officer
USS Eagle
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