Ensign Richard Matthews – Game Night
Matthew Gough
OOC — anyone who wants to join, is totally welcome. Feel free to jump in.
((Crew Lounge, Deck 4, USS Khitomer))
El’Heem: I think this will be perfect.
Richard, sipping from is glass of soda, took in the busy energy of the new lounge. So new in fact that he wasn’t sure they had given it a quirky name yet. The most happening place on the Khitomer, after the holodeck on game night. Didn’t matter the game. Someone had figured out how to project hockey, soccer, football, and other broadcasts as a stadium event. Just last week, Richard had been watching the Canadian’s vs. the Stars as if he was right there.
Though, thankfully, an enterprising ensign had set the program to be warmer than an actual hockey rink.
Matthews: Still think someone's room would be better.
He said with so much petulance, that he knew, somewhere on the ship some telepathically inclined person had felt a wave of contempt crash over them.
Zerva: Respons
El’Heem: Yea I know you suggested Lieutenant Rodan’s room while he’s away but then it’s going to start looking like a backroom game and that we’re up to no good.
Matthews: But we are up to no good, or I am at least.
Richard hadn’t so much proposed someone’s empty quarters as a way to play it safe with what they were getting up to. Unless someone did want to play a risky variation of the game of poker. Which sounded fun in theory, but being crap at cards, Richard wasn’t going to bring it up. No, he’d proposed Rodan’s room as a way to trick his friends into helping him move stuff into it.
He wasn’t going about this in an underhanded way, because his friends would probably say no to Richard’s shady dealings. Really! He just wanted to provide them with plausible deniability if caught. Because Richard cared, he cared so dang much, he was such a good and caring friend. Who didn’t make it a habit of using his friends.
Really!
Zerva: Response
El’Heem: Oh it’ll be fine. ::looking at Hobart and Dewitt at the bar:: Things won’t get out of hand, they’ll let us blow off some steam. Especially since we’re doing it out in the open.
Matthews: I like to blow off steam in the privacy of your quarters. ::He mumbled, louder he said :: You know you just jinxed us, right? Things won't get out of hand, he says. Just don’t ask what’s the worst that could happen.
Zerva: Response
El’Heem: We can see if we have any more of these large tables in storage or something.
Zerva: Response
Large table, 12 chairs, circular instead of rectangular. Would be a good setup for cards or whatever was the distraction of choice for the night. Richard had a few board games he’d pull out if anyone fancied. He really wanted to see how Ras would react to ‘operation.’ Mycelia was also an option.
Something to bring up later.
Matthews: We can ask the bartender.
He pointed towards the bar where behind it where a tall blond, with even taller hair, stood mixing drinks and laughing at what some crew member had said.
El’Heem/Zerva: Response
Matthews: I’ll ask right quick, Ras, you have the cards?
Richard realized he didn’t know who had the stuff for the game. Here was hoping no one had asked him to bring it! Plastering on a grin, he slipped away quickly before someone could point out if he was in charge of supplies.
El’Heem/Zerva: Response
Matthews: Hey! Quick question - sorry, one second. :: He slipped up besides one of the crew members that was chatting with the bartender :: Yes, got anymore tables and chairs out back like that one? :: He pointed towards the middle of the lounge ::
Dane: :: Giving a funny look :: You can just use that one if you need. Unless you’re expecting a bigger group?
Were they expecting a bigger group? No. . . But Ras had already jinxed them. It was time to plan ahead for the rager that was sure to happen when they sat down to play cards.
Matthews: You know what? Yes, yes we are.
The bartender gave Richard a look that said, ‘you are something scummy I found on the bottom of my shoe, a week after the last time I wore that pair outside.’ He gave her his best winning smile back. But she seemed unaffected. She glanced towards the table where Ras and Ezra were standing, then back to Richard.
Dane: When your other, um, friends get here. I’ll get you some extra chairs. We don’t have any other tables at the moment. Ship left without them.
Matthews: The ship left without them?
Dane: Left without them.
Matthews: But you do have the chairs?
Dane: Yes, which I will get for you when you need it. Right after I finish serving these gentlemen.
She gestured to the group that she had been talking with. They all had drinks in hand, she didn’t look busy. But of course, who was Richard to question? He nodded, turned, and headed back to the others.
Matthews: Bad Hair Day says the ship left without extra tables, but we can get more chairs if we need it. :: He glanced back at the bar :: I want to somehow make it that we need one chair at a time, every ten minutes. Who do we know that we can call down here for a brief spill?
El’Heem/Zerva: Response
Matthews: :: Taking a seat :: I’m not usually a petty person, why are you looking at me like that? I’m an angel. Anyway, I’m not typically a petty person. But I think we can make an exception. So, what are we playing? Crazy 8s? Gen? Solitaire?
El’Heem/Zerva: Response
Any: Response
TAGS/TBC
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Ensign Richard Matthews
Science Officer
USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)