[[BACKSIM]] Lt JG Tess Evinrude - Cor Synchronizatus
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Tess Evinrude
Mar 18, 2026, 9:00:49 PMMar 18
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((Poolside Dining, The Farm, Endicronimas V))
The sky above The Farm had settled into a deep indigo, the cool air alive with the sounds of nightfall. Tess thought he picked up the faraway hushing crash of ocean waves on shoreline, but it could have been the pool and its water fixtures.
The person in front of him pushed all this into the background. She held his hand, squeezing it back, and returned a profound sentiment: despite the challenges of maintaining a personal life in Starfleet, they’d found something personal.
Evinrude was aware of T’Fearne’s empathic Vulcazoid abilities, but hadn’t pressed for details. He was an open book tonight, and made sure that this shared touch was earnest.
T'Fearne: ::eyes dark with emotion:: Tess…
Their moment was interrupted by the arrival of a server at their secluded table, bearing a slim PADD of sorts with a crystalline screen that glowed softly in the twilight. Tess, so used to life on stations and ships, starbases and outposts, had seen servers use repurposed surplus PADDs to similar effect, but this one screamed “fine dining, style over substance.”
T’Fearne slid her hand out from underneath his and turned to face the server.
Server: Good evening, ma’am and sir. May I start you with drinks? Would you like to order, or would you prefer a few more minutes?
T'Fearne: Good evening, I’ll have a Betazoid Sunset, the Opaline Sea-Drake Medallions, ::glancing at Tess with a hint of amusement:: and the Zero-G Chocolate Foam.
The server nodded approvingly and turned to Tess. He’d been caught off-guard, having barely glanced at the menu. He tried to stall.
Evinrude: I’d like…something unique to drink, a cocktail I can’t get anywhere else. ::He smiled up at the server.:: Um, as for food…
The server seemed to pick up on his delay, and gestured subtly at a drink on the cocktail menu while he perused the food.
oO Oh, the Farm Mule…ginger root puree, Calaman sherry, Earth vodka, Risian lemon… Oo
Evinrude: ::Making a snap decision, cool as cucumber.:: …Bajoran shrimp linguine, extra greens, add fresh tomato. And a Farm Mule to drink.
Server: Excellent choices. Your drinks and meals will arrive shortly.
The server disappeared as swiftly and silently as they had appeared, and Evinrude was grateful for their understated help. He looked upwards, away from the tabletop in front of him, and found T’Fearne’s dark eyes again.
A few brief moments passed and he was just about to speak, to resume their conversation…likely to make a self-deprecating joke about how he wasn’t prepared to order. But then, true to the server's word, their drinks arrived with lightning speed.
The sky above The Farm had settled into a deep indigo, the cool air alive with the sounds of nightfall. Tess thought he picked up the faraway hushing crash of ocean waves on shoreline, but it could have been the pool and its water fixtures.
The person in front of him pushed all this into the background. She held his hand, squeezing it back, and returned a profound sentiment: despite the challenges of maintaining a personal life in Starfleet, they’d found something personal.
Evinrude was aware of T’Fearne’s empathic Vulcazoid abilities, but hadn’t pressed for details. He was an open book tonight, and made sure that this shared touch was earnest.
T'Fearne: ::eyes dark with emotion:: Tess…
Their moment was interrupted by the arrival of a server at their secluded table, bearing a slim PADD of sorts with a crystalline screen that glowed softly in the twilight. Tess, so used to life on stations and ships, starbases and outposts, had seen servers use repurposed surplus PADDs to similar effect, but this one screamed “fine dining, style over substance.”
T’Fearne slid her hand out from underneath his and turned to face the server.
Server: Good evening, ma’am and sir. May I start you with drinks? Would you like to order, or would you prefer a few more minutes?
T'Fearne: Good evening, I’ll have a Betazoid Sunset, the Opaline Sea-Drake Medallions, ::glancing at Tess with a hint of amusement:: and the Zero-G Chocolate Foam.
The server nodded approvingly and turned to Tess. He’d been caught off-guard, having barely glanced at the menu. He tried to stall.
Evinrude: I’d like…something unique to drink, a cocktail I can’t get anywhere else. ::He smiled up at the server.:: Um, as for food…
The server seemed to pick up on his delay, and gestured subtly at a drink on the cocktail menu while he perused the food.
oO Oh, the Farm Mule…ginger root puree, Calaman sherry, Earth vodka, Risian lemon… Oo
Evinrude: ::Making a snap decision, cool as cucumber.:: …Bajoran shrimp linguine, extra greens, add fresh tomato. And a Farm Mule to drink.
Server: Excellent choices. Your drinks and meals will arrive shortly.
The server disappeared as swiftly and silently as they had appeared, and Evinrude was grateful for their understated help. He looked upwards, away from the tabletop in front of him, and found T’Fearne’s dark eyes again.
A few brief moments passed and he was just about to speak, to resume their conversation…likely to make a self-deprecating joke about how he wasn’t prepared to order. But then, true to the server's word, their drinks arrived with lightning speed.
The Farm Mule was served in a hammered rosegold cup with a vaguely anthropomorphized base, stylized to look like a horga'hn. T’Fearne’s on the other hand glowed softly in a fluted glass, as if the bartender had captured the last light of sunset.
oO Risian lemon garnish…the way the bartender singled it out…I should have known better. Oo
He decided not to comment, and simply offered his cup in cheers. Whether or not T’Fearne noticed the Risian symbol of sexuality he couldn’t say, but she lifted her glass and tapped it lightly against his.
T'Fearne: What shall we declare these libations to?
Evinrude: To…making time.
Her smile banished any hint of worry.
T'Fearne: ::adding to his sentiment, in Betazoid:: Talora imzaa veshara, shai’lin shalara eneth virem [1].
Evinrude: ::With a small, playful smile, his eyebrows raised.:: And what does that translate to?
T’Fearne: Response
His expression softened, and he nodded slowly.
Evinrude: I like that. A lot.
He wasn’t an empath. Though he’d become accustomed to her expressions, this one was new; he hoped he was reading it correctly. He drank deeply from the signature Farm cocktail, feeling its ginger-citrus spice mix with the warmth he was already feeling.
Evinrude: So much of me is expecting an interruption. ::He chuckled, rolled his eyes, and relaxed his shoulders.:: Some emergency, some evolving predicament. Not tonight, I think. ::Another sip of the mule.:: “Open hearts.” ::he said, quoting back to her.:: Is there…anything you want to talk about? To ask me? My heart’s open.
He felt oddly vulnerable, saying that. Playing the “ask me anything” card felt very…innocent, if a touch silly.
T’Fearne: Response
Evinrude: I know, I know…it’s a very standard “first date” thing to ask. But it occurred to me that, even though I feel as if I know you…from working in close quarters, through life-or-death situations… ::He smiled, realizing the unusual romantic circumstance they found themselves in, trying to have a relationship in Starfleet.:: …there are many things I don’t know about you.
T’Fearne: Response
Evinrude: Oh. That’s a great one. ::Another sip.:: Let me think on that…
T’Fearne: Response
[Tags/TBC]
[1] ((OOC: Talora imzaa veshara, shai’lin shalara eneth virem1 - Betazoid - To open hearts, and to paths walked together.))
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Lieutenant J.G. Tess Evinrude
[he/him]
Operations Officer
USS Ronin
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