Lt Ross - The Sweet Life
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Hannah S
Dec 26, 2025, 5:44:45 PM (3 days ago) Dec 26
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(( B’hala Sacred Waters Retreat - Little Risa - StarBase 118 ))
A few minutes later, Ross had changed into a linen bathrobe and had been showered in every essential scent imaginable - even now the air seemed to carry countless fragrances and a tranquillity unmatched from any other part of the station. The crowded buzz of the Commercial district seemed incredible far away and Ross felt a little dizzy when he passed a small fountain made up as a waterfall - maybe they had drugged him already. He didn't really care.
His shoulders were already way more relaxed when he stepped up next to Sol who was standing in front of a window which showed what seemed to be a sauna landscape - a Bajoran woman with a friendly smile offered them weirdly colourful drinks on a tray.
Ross: ::under his breath:: Do you think we're about to join a cult or something...?
She tilted her head to the side. Only now Ross realized it was too late: Sol was already sipping on a drink.
McLaren: No... probably not. :: She paused and then shrugged. :: I don't know... they didn't put it on any of the paddwork... so I don't think so.
Ross: I don't think they tell you the 'sell your soul'-part in the application process.
A few minutes later, Ross had changed into a linen bathrobe and had been showered in every essential scent imaginable - even now the air seemed to carry countless fragrances and a tranquillity unmatched from any other part of the station. The crowded buzz of the Commercial district seemed incredible far away and Ross felt a little dizzy when he passed a small fountain made up as a waterfall - maybe they had drugged him already. He didn't really care.
His shoulders were already way more relaxed when he stepped up next to Sol who was standing in front of a window which showed what seemed to be a sauna landscape - a Bajoran woman with a friendly smile offered them weirdly colourful drinks on a tray.
Ross: ::under his breath:: Do you think we're about to join a cult or something...?
She tilted her head to the side. Only now Ross realized it was too late: Sol was already sipping on a drink.
McLaren: No... probably not. :: She paused and then shrugged. :: I don't know... they didn't put it on any of the paddwork... so I don't think so.
Ross: I don't think they tell you the 'sell your soul'-part in the application process.
Still he surrendered, grabbed a pink cocktail and offered the Bajoran a friendly smile.
She shrugged, sipping her drink again.
McLaren: It's not all bad.... the robe is comfortable atleast.
Ross: Boss, please, that's how they get to you!
She shrugged, sipping her drink again.
McLaren: It's not all bad.... the robe is comfortable atleast.
Ross: Boss, please, that's how they get to you!
He took a small sip and waited for the tranquilizing effect to set in, but nothing happened - so he eyed their surroundings again.
Ross: So... how does this work?
McLaren: Looks like we can sit and steam in a sauna... or theres open air baths... theres a lot more ot this place than I was actually expecting...
He gave an impressed nod.
Ross: Seems people like us are a booming business.
McLaren: Perhaps theres even massages... :: she rubbed her temple some. :: Which admittedly doesn't sound bad right now...
He grimaced slightly.
Ross: Massage, really? You sound like you're starting to enjoy this.
McLaren: Looks like we can sit and steam in a sauna... or theres open air baths... theres a lot more ot this place than I was actually expecting...
He gave an impressed nod.
Ross: Seems people like us are a booming business.
McLaren: Perhaps theres even massages... :: she rubbed her temple some. :: Which admittedly doesn't sound bad right now...
He grimaced slightly.
Ross: Massage, really? You sound like you're starting to enjoy this.
McLaren: ?
He sighed.
Ross: Fine. I'll join you for a massage if we check out those open baths afterwards.
McLaren: ?
As they set into motion, scouting the place for someone who looked like a massage therapist (someone with big hands? A gorn?), Ross took another sip from his drink. It tasted fruity and sparkly, not too bad - still, he wasn't entirely convinced by this venture. His mind kept wandering off to different things.
Ross: So... are we allowed to discuss work here at all or is someone gonna throw us out?
He threw a suspicious gaze around the room, already half expecting a disciplinary measure.
McLaren: ?
Ross: I heard they're having an Intel summit on the USS Thor. Do you plan on going?
McLaren: ?
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Lieutenant Evan Ross
Intelligence Officer
StarBase 118 Ops
O240009ER2
Lieutenant Evan Ross
Intelligence Officer
StarBase 118 Ops
O240009ER2
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