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Dec 8, 2025, 4:54:05 PM (4 days ago) Dec 8
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((Cafe, First Promenade, Deck 225, Deespace 224))
After stepping into the café with Tholin and greeting Tanner and Buccheri, Drex had steered the conversation gently, learning a little about the ensign and sharing light words with his friends. Now, with introductions made, it seemed natural to celebrate the small reprieve.
The Denobulan reached for the bottle and poured carefully, in deliberate order: first Buccheri, then ch’Clex, then Jackson, and finally himself.
Drex: To unexpected landings, improbable rescues, and a day where no one is on fir... No wait, I don't want to jinx... To good friends and wise chiefs.
Drex raised his glass, and a wry, almost secretive smile tugged at his lips.
Buccheri: Y'got that right, sir.
ch’Clex: Well said. ::Raising his glass::
Tanner: ::Joining the toast:: Aye Aye
Drex had been in voluntary, almost complete isolation for nearly the entire time since his transfer to the Eagle. He had left Denali unwillingly, still hoping he might return one day, and he had not truly enjoyed a single day onboard. Things had only worsened after the Killipart Nebula incident and Alora’s transfer. But from the moment he woke up on DS224, he realized that his grief had been keeping him from connecting with the crew and was slowly turning him into a grumpy old man. It was about time for a change.
Buccheri: If y'don't mind me asking, what did you all do back in the, uh - does that count as a mission? I'll say it counts as a mission - back in the mission?
ch’Clex: Well I think that’s a question for you Lieutenant ::Turning to Drex.::
Drex: Me? :: He asked after taking a sip of his drink :: Oh... I... was trying to find a better location for the camp... you know, more defendable, better water, maybe cooler... :: He paused, sipping thoughtfully :: Mainly I was trying to stay awake.
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 let out a quiet breath of amusement, lifting his glass slightly as if examining the liquid within.
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: Response
The subject of the conversation shifted again, lighter and easier, and Drex found himself quietly pleased. He did not feel like dissecting the mission any further, and these small, almost trivial comments were far more welcome. More importantly, they told him that everyone at the table was beginning to relax. Even if he was only half a pip above Jackson and ch’Clex, his presence could still dampen open conversation. The fact that it did not was a relief.
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?
ch’Clex / Buccheri: 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/ Buccheri: Response
As the food arrived, Drex watched the server set the plates down, though drop felt like the more accurate word. The man was probably in a hurry; the place was filling fast, and he clearly wasn’t paying much attention to formalities.
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.
The Denobulan sank back in his chair, his glass still loosely in hand, and pulled a thoughtful face as if he were genuinely weighing the question. Then his eyes warmed first, followed a heartbeat later by the slow curve of his lips.
Drex: That’s easy. Whatever my grandmothers cook, it’ll be fine. Kalusan ratatouille would be my first choice, though.
ch’Clex / Buccheri: Response
Drex listened as the others shared their preferences, making a quiet mental note to track down the recipes later. He had always been a good eater, but he also knew you could learn a great deal about a people from their cuisine.
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?
ch’Clex / Buccheri / Tanner : 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.
ch’Clex / Buccheri / Tanner : Response
Drex: Either way, it’s a good excuse to eat well.
ch’Clex / Buccheri / Tanner : Response
TAGS / TBC
After stepping into the café with Tholin and greeting Tanner and Buccheri, Drex had steered the conversation gently, learning a little about the ensign and sharing light words with his friends. Now, with introductions made, it seemed natural to celebrate the small reprieve.
The Denobulan reached for the bottle and poured carefully, in deliberate order: first Buccheri, then ch’Clex, then Jackson, and finally himself.
Drex: To unexpected landings, improbable rescues, and a day where no one is on fir... No wait, I don't want to jinx... To good friends and wise chiefs.
Drex raised his glass, and a wry, almost secretive smile tugged at his lips.
Buccheri: Y'got that right, sir.
ch’Clex: Well said. ::Raising his glass::
Tanner: ::Joining the toast:: Aye Aye
Drex had been in voluntary, almost complete isolation for nearly the entire time since his transfer to the Eagle. He had left Denali unwillingly, still hoping he might return one day, and he had not truly enjoyed a single day onboard. Things had only worsened after the Killipart Nebula incident and Alora’s transfer. But from the moment he woke up on DS224, he realized that his grief had been keeping him from connecting with the crew and was slowly turning him into a grumpy old man. It was about time for a change.
Buccheri: If y'don't mind me asking, what did you all do back in the, uh - does that count as a mission? I'll say it counts as a mission - back in the mission?
ch’Clex: Well I think that’s a question for you Lieutenant ::Turning to Drex.::
Drex: Me? :: He asked after taking a sip of his drink :: Oh... I... was trying to find a better location for the camp... you know, more defendable, better water, maybe cooler... :: He paused, sipping thoughtfully :: Mainly I was trying to stay awake.
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 let out a quiet breath of amusement, lifting his glass slightly as if examining the liquid within.
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: Response
The subject of the conversation shifted again, lighter and easier, and Drex found himself quietly pleased. He did not feel like dissecting the mission any further, and these small, almost trivial comments were far more welcome. More importantly, they told him that everyone at the table was beginning to relax. Even if he was only half a pip above Jackson and ch’Clex, his presence could still dampen open conversation. The fact that it did not was a relief.
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?
ch’Clex / Buccheri: 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/ Buccheri: Response
As the food arrived, Drex watched the server set the plates down, though drop felt like the more accurate word. The man was probably in a hurry; the place was filling fast, and he clearly wasn’t paying much attention to formalities.
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.
The Denobulan sank back in his chair, his glass still loosely in hand, and pulled a thoughtful face as if he were genuinely weighing the question. Then his eyes warmed first, followed a heartbeat later by the slow curve of his lips.
Drex: That’s easy. Whatever my grandmothers cook, it’ll be fine. Kalusan ratatouille would be my first choice, though.
ch’Clex / Buccheri: Response
Drex listened as the others shared their preferences, making a quiet mental note to track down the recipes later. He had always been a good eater, but he also knew you could learn a great deal about a people from their cuisine.
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?
ch’Clex / Buccheri / Tanner : 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.
ch’Clex / Buccheri / Tanner : Response
Drex: Either way, it’s a good excuse to eat well.
ch’Clex / Buccheri / Tanner : Response
TAGS / TBC
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Lieutenant Drex
Science Officer
USS Eagle
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