Lt JG Sera - It is REVOLTING. More? Yes, please!
Hope Forster
((Corridor Near Tito's Quarters, USS Narendra))
The maintenance and repairs on the rest of the phasers in the crate were completed with very little fanfare. It was as Sera predicted – the faulty fuel cells damaged very little besides the components they had directly come into contact with. It was as they finished the last handful of phasers that Lieutenant Sherlock informed Sera that they had been ordered to report to Commander DeVeau to assist with training…of some sort.
Sherlock: Commander DeVeau didn't give me many details except to keep it low profile, sorry.
Sera: That is most… ::voice trailing off:: You have far more experience with Ops’ command staff; Do you have any…theories as to what kind of training this might be?
Why engage in illogical behavior when you can have someone else do it for you?
Sherlock: Your guess is as good as mine.
::cue internal throwing paper sheets up into the air::
As they rounded the corner, there was Alora and Tito and Aine gestured to them.
Sera stood slightly behind Sherlock as if the distance would allow her a small modicum of what…safety?
If Sera were not Vulcan, there may have been a derisive snort in there somewhere. Thank Surak she was civilized.
DeVeau: I trust you ladies are prepared?
Sherlock: As prepared as I can be, Commander.
While Sherlock was addressing the Commander, Sera took the opportunity to observe the two officers they would be training with. DeVeau, whom Sera had not been formally introduced to yet wore casual clothing, and the man who stood slightly behind and to the side of her was dressed in a manner to denote he had or would be engaging in some form of physical activity.
As the disparities regarding clothing were equal, however Sera had a distinct…feeling…that the two of them were not dressed appropriately for whatever was about to come. It most assuredly was not intuitive deduction. It was logical to make these required clarifications.
Sera: It is my aspiration to positively contribute to whatever this training exercise is Commander.
DeVeau: I hope so. Come.
The commander walked over to the holodeck control console and began typing on it.
DeVeau: Your mission…
DeVeau: Computer, run loaded program.
Sherlock: ::to Sera:: I love these.
Sera: ::softly for Sherlock’s ears:: It is logical to take satisfaction in improving one’s skill-set.
And then the darkened, grid patterned perimeter shimmered and in its place was an scene she was NOT expecting.
There was a raised dais-like stage in the center of the windowless room which held some form of mechanical equipment she had never seen before. Around the stage were groupings of tables and chairs and beyond that a long bar with stools for seating. The sign itself, although readable to her, gave no insight as to what any of this was.
Sera resisted the urge to approach the stage and inspect whatever the tech on the metal stand was.
DeVeau: Your mission is to relax, have fun, and sing until you croak.
Sherlock: I'm sorry, what?
So ‘enamored’ with the thought of getting her hands on whatever was on the stage, Sera initially missed what Commander DeVeau said…
Sera: Sing? I…I do not sing. ::looking to Sherlock, because she was the only person in the room that she…knew?::
The reactions around the room, save for the Commander, ranged from confusion—in her part—to an eye roll which Sera had long ago determined was an expression of annoyance, exasperation, or disbelief.
Sherlock’s smile seemed to be completely at odds with her non-verbal body language, which did not help Sera at all try to figure out what was going on here.
Human behavior was truly incomprehensible at times.
The human male turned to Sherlock and herself, and in a form of greeting bowed to her.
Tito: I believe we haven’t met yet. Tito, Intelligence officer. ::He bowed to Sherlock.:: Lieutenant Sherlock, a pleasure to see you again. I ask you both to forgive my attire, I was taken from my quarters rather… ::He fired one of his stares at DeVeau:: Urgently.
Sera looked mildly pained. His name was Tito? Was that his first name, his last name? What was his rank? Cue Vulcan social ‘anxiety’ – names were important.
Sera: Greetings…Intelligence officer Tito. We have not been introduced. I am Lieutenant JG Sera – engineering officer.
The man then bowed to Sherlock. She had never seen a human greet another in such a manner. She would research this form of greeting later to see if there was anything significant to understand about it.
Sherlock: Good to see you again too. ::shrugging:: Given the circumstances, I can forgive the attire.
DeVeau: ?
Tito: I assume you are aware of the dangers this involves Commander.
DeVeau: response
Tito: I have done this with a friend before, several times. Honestly, relaxing is something I don’t relate to karaoke. But I will follow orders.
Sherlock: Yeah, this feels more like a stress test for a pysch eval.
Aine smiled hoping someone, anyone, would finally get one of her crap jokes.
Sera: ::looking to Sherlock with a raised brow:: If it is a stress test, the parameters are set only to address human stress levels. There is a distinct lack of le-matyas or feral sehlats within the vicinity.
DeVeau: response
Tito: I don’t think any of you have ever done karaoke with my friend. As with everything he does it’s always over the top
Sherlock: I knew someone like that once.
Sera remained silent. They were speaking of people and situations she had no context for. It was alright – Sera was using the opportunity as an intelligence gathering scenario for the moment.
DeVeau: response
Sherlock: Well, Comman...Alora, care to lead by example?
DeVeau: ?
Sherlock: Anyone bring something to drink?
Sera: ::baffled by the non sequitur:: Why would I have libations on my person?
Tito: ?
Sherlock: Well, I guess synthehol will have to do for me.
Sherlock walked over to the bar area, and not knowing what else to do, Sera followed. She watched as the tactical officer pulled a bottle of amber liquid off the shelf, took off the container lid, downed a few swallows of it and motioned to Tito with it.
Sherlock: ::holding out the bottle in offering:: I know you don't drink Mister Tito, but it's not real. Still I understand if you don't want to.
Tito: ?
Sherlock: ::holding the bottle out to Sera:: And you?
Sera: I… ::accepting the bottle like it might bite her::
Sera looked down at it, and raised her other arm to wipe off the lip – it was incredibly unhygienic as it was, and…and perhaps this WAS a psych eval stress test.
Sherlock: Do. Not. Wipe. The lip of that bottle.
Sera started ever so slightly, in the manner a child might when being caught in a transgression. She looked over to Sherlock who was regarding her with a very serious expression. Was Sera about to commit a terrible human faux pas?
Her mouth opened to protest, but she was suddenly reminded of previous social interactions where her questioning the status quo ‘ruined the moment.’ Figuring the worst thing that would happen would be she would have to report AGAIN to sick bay to combat a mild human borne illness, Sera inwardly shrugged and hoped for the best.
She brought the bottle to her lips and tipped it back, drinking as heavily as she saw Sherlock doing. However, Sera had failed to take something pertinent into consideration. It was an alcohol, and although she could not experience the effects that other species experienced while imbibing the liquid, it did not mean that she did not feel the fiery burn of the robust pull going down her throat and into her stomach.
Eyes widening in shock, it took all of her bodily control to keep from spitting the unexpectedly horrendous liquid out.
Cue the hilarity of watering eyes and wheezing coughs.
Sherlock: response
Tito/DeVeau: ?
tag/TBC
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Lieutenant JG Sera
Engineering Officer
SB 118 Ops
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