Lt Cmdr Quentin Beck - Special People

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Quentin Beck

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Nov 20, 2025, 12:24:01 PM11/20/25

to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG

((Zeyva’s Kitchen, Clean Hall Lounge, Deck 6, USS Ronin))

Chuckling slightly, he cut off another piece of egg and raised a hand to rub the back of his knuckle against the underside of his nose, which was starting to tickle again. That only seemed to make his nose and knuckles itch even more.

Beck: I think the last time I had a freshly cooked meal like this was… actually back on Bajor, come to think of it. I tried my hand at making hasparat for… someone special.

Robin: Evinrude?

He managed not to snort at that, pointed as the question had been.

Evinrude: ::To Beck:: How do you find time to date in Starfleet? ::He turned to Robin and Om-Zora with a nod.:: And same question to you two!

Om-Zora: ::very seriously:: You do not find time. You make time. Expecting to simply find time in Starfleet is often a fool’s errand. I choose what parts of my free time I am willing to give up once in a while, and as a balance, they sometimes have to do the same. It is a sacrifice you make if you want to be with people. Otherwise, you may as well not be with them.

Quentin nodded his agreement, forking another bite into his mouth.

Beck: Good way of putting it. Though admittedly, even making time for it is difficult. And it doesn't help when you're in two different quadrants. Thank heaven for subspace communications.

Evinrude: Hm, I've been there. Distance is...hard. Differences in paths…

Before he could continue, a new smell wafted over them as Zevya wheeled a small trolley to the side of the table. The hogfish looked divine, and from what he could tell, the potatoes had been made just the way he liked them. He rubbed his hands together and licked his chops almost cartoonishly.

Evinrude: ::To Zeyva, upon seeing the next dish.:: Oh! You have outdone yourself!

Om-Zora: Thank you, Zeyva.

His eyes were drawn briefly to the birdpeople on the other side of the table as Om-Zora scooted his hand closer to Robin. They were cute, in a downy kinda way, and Quentin did his best to pretend like he didn't hear their whispering.

Robin: ::Whispering:: I knew you cared. Let your guard down more often

Quentin was almost drooling as Zevya laid out the plate in front of him, showing exactly why she was the Chef - her plating was as good as the food itself.

Beck: C'est magnifique.

Evinrude: Response

All served, the conversation turned back around again.

Om-Zora: We met in the science labs. I was attempting to sort out how to “carbon date” a fossil that isn’t carbon-based. Something of a souvenir from the time in my career that I spent on a Vulcan science ship.

Robin: Ironic, as in the past few weeks he’s become my rock.

Robin chuckled and Quentin grinned.

Beck: Carbon dating led to carbird dating, huh?

He chuckled stupidly at his own stupid joke.

Evinrude: Response

Om-Zora: We didn’t really figure out how to do that. But she was… helpful.

He wasn’t sure if the tone came off as borderline salacious. But he feared he hadn’t kept enough of a monotone to completely rule it out.

The corner of his mouth twitched with amusement as he studied the two, brow arching curiously. He didn’t know Om-Zora very well, but from everything he had heard, this sort of behavior was wildly different from his public face.

Robin: Thank you, you were helpful too.

Beck: You guys are so cute, I think I might throw up.

Om-Zora/Evinrude: Response

Robin: So tell me, Commander Beck, Mister Evinrude. Why is it that my mother is insistent you’re a couple?

Sighing and tucking into his fish, he cut off a small piece and paired it with a small piece of potato and a carrot on the end of his fork.

Beck: Beats me. Rumors run like wildfire 'round these parts, though apart from having coffee together one morning, I don't particularly recall being out and about together. Maybe she thinks I'm someone else. While I do find Tess charming, I don't really see it.

Om-Zora/Evinrude: Response

Robin laughed slightly.

Robin: You don’t see that huh? Or at least enough to dispel the rumours. It honestly sounds like an academy mantra, “Oh my partner serves on another ship”.

His eyes glimmered with amusement at that before he shrugged.

Beck: Every relationship is different, and I imagine there are more than a few out there who do use that as a cover to hide who they might actually be seeing. I would say, though, that 'partner' doesn't quite cover it.