JP: Ensign Nemes, Ensign T’Fearne, Ensign Syrex & Ensign Evinrude: ((Backsim)) JOPA - Truth or Consequences [Part 3]
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(( 2000 Hours Approx. - Sybil’s quarters, Deck 8, USS Ronin))
After everyone had a go on the bottle of fate, the tool turned it’s handle to Alyndra once again. Truths had been revealed, maybe now was a time for dares? The only person who knew was the wind, and there isn’t much of that in space…
Evinrude: Alright Syrex, you’re up again. Choose wisely…::His eyes narrowed dramatically.:: Will you be friend…or foe?
With a grin, he stood and moved over to the table with their open wine bottles.
Evinrude: Anybody want anything?
Syrex: A little less passive-aggressiveness? ::laughs:: I see you trying to bail on us!
Tess looked back at their cozy circle, face teasingly incredulous.
Evinrude: No, I’m not trying to bail! If the bottle points at my empty chair, obviously I’ll honor that. ::He continued, muttering at an exaggerated volume that was obviously meant to be heard.:: Last time I offer to pour drinks, sheesh…
Nemes: ::smiling mischievously:: If the bottle points to you back there pouring drinks, we‘ll also ask you.
T’Fearne::: To Tess, gesturing at the tequila:: Can I try what you brought?
Alyndra gave the bottle a twist, with quite a bit more speed than previous spins. Spinning round and round, like a merry-go round, spinning so fast like a merry-go round… Until it…
Syrex: oO Oh no… It’s me Oo
Tess plunked back down with two empty cups, and began to pour out the tequila.
Evinrude: ::To T’Fearne.:: Absolutely, it was a gift…to me, from me. Picked it up on DS9 before we departed.
Nemes: Oh, I see. Those are the best gifts.
T’Fearne::: accepting a drink from Tess with a nod of thanks, then turning to Alyndra:: Perhaps the four deities favour you. :: said with slight sarcasm::
Syrex: Hehe, looks like I get the Nemes treatment, do your worst ya filthy animals.
Nemes: Animals?
Evinrude: Filthy?
Sybil looked slightly irritated, but T’Fearne’s brows merely rose slightly, more accustomed to Alyndra in trash-talking-chaos-agent mode. The Trill shrugged her shoulders.
Syrex: I’m not really sure, I heard it in an old-Earth movie… I pick truth.
T’Fearne: Perhaps, Doctor, you should take some of your own medicine, undiluted. :: slight smile :: Who in the crew of the Ronin do you have a crush on?
Sybil's eyes widened imperceptibly, not because she was especially curious about the answer. But rather because she was relieved that she hadn't been asked this question.
T’Fearne’s dark eyes snapped to Sybil as she caught a spark of relief from the human, but she didn’t say anything.
Syrex: Ha! Nice wordplay there! I like it! To be honest ::slight pause:: this isn’t going to be particularly exciting of an answer. You see… in Trill society, particularly in joined or prospective joining Trills, romance is seen as a somewhat…primal urge. In the academy- the Trill Symbiosis academy that is. We were taught not to give into those urges. Yes I feel attraction the same as all of you, but I don’t get, what you’d call… crushes.
Evinrude: ::His eyes narrowed.:: I do believe that’s semantics, ::he replied, but a moment later backed down with a small smile and toasted Alyndra with his cup of tequila.:: Not that I’m doubting your resolve, but feeling attraction and considering it a crush could be a thin line apart.
T’Fearne: Ah, I see there is nuance to this game. :: eyeing her roommate curiously:: The next time we play Interrogations, I’ll be sure to ask if you’ve had any “primal urges” about anyone! :: feeling slightly smug:: This game is interesting. But it has yet to cause me to divulge any information.
Alyndra snorted.
The Vulcazoid had spoken too soon.
Syrex: All in favour of those who jinx themselves like T’Fearne just did have to answer a question raise your hand and say aye!
Alyndras own hand shot up like a helium balloon, as she looked hopefully at her crowd of friends. Tess and Sybil’s hands shot up in unison.
Evinrude: ::Without missing a beat,:: Aye!
Nemes: Aye!
Syrex: Majority rule!!! ::Throws hands into the air:: I love democracy! It’s so human!
The Vulcazoid sat up a little straighter in her chair and abruptly became an expert in what little rules she had observed of the game.
T’Fearne: Wait, wait, that is not how the next person is determined! :: slight edge of panic in her tone::
Nemes: I’m no expert, but I think there are no real rules on how to choose the next one as far as I know. Right?
Sybil looked to Alyndra and Tess in search of support.
Evinrude: The way I’ve played it, the last person to answer gets to pick the next, uh, victim. But hey, we’re playing by house rules! ::He turned to T’Fearne and added teasingly,.:: Sorry, next victim.
T’Fearne: Very well. I choose truth. You have all revealed something of your nature to me, it is fitting that I do likewise. But only one question.
The Vulcazoid couldn’t help lightly strangling her cup of tequila with one hand as she waited for the question.
Syrex: Well… there is something I’ve always wanted to know, but it’s kinda a thing between me and T’Fearne. I wouldn’t want to waste your opportunities ::looks to Tess and Sybil::
T’Fearne sighed.
T’Fearne: No! We talked about this, you can’t have a pet in our quarters! I got you a pot and a seed! Has it sprouted yet?
Alyndra snorted, she was actually going to ask if T’Fearne had been nerve pinching her to stop her snoring so loudly, but she did want a little baby animal in their quarters too.
Syrex: A bit?
There was a short silence as the other officers glanced at each other to see who would ask the question until Tess spoke up.
Evinrude: ::Deadpan.:: Really. Again. ::He sighed, purposefully melodramatic.:: Fiiiine, leave the real work to Ops, we’re used to it.
Alyndra rolled her eyes, as if Ops knew what hard work meant… Besides Ava, who’d come to her rescue all it seemed Ops did was wake people up and… Actually she couldn't think of anything else. In a real way, they were just an alternate version of engineering. She made a mental note to check in with Tess at some point to find out what he actually did around here besides act as an alarm clock and clean up after Antedians.
Tess looked over to T’Fearne, studying her.
oO The crush question has already been asked twice…well, “primal urge,” if you’re Alyndra…” Oo
What could he ask? Suddenly, an idea struck.
Evinrude: Alright, forgive the ignorant human, but I’m genuinely curious…as a Vulcazoid, can you still perform a mind meld?
Nemes: Oh, that‘s a good one, Tess.
Tess looked over to Sybil, giving her an appreciative smile and nod. Sybil looked at T‘Fearne curiously waiting for the answer.
It could have been worse.
T’Fearne: oO At least they didn’t ask about Pon F—Nope, don’t even think about it! Oo :: throwing back her tequila:: The short answer is that I have no idea. Physically, I might be able to, but without proper training, it would be incredibly dangerous for both myself and the recipient of the meld. Due to these factors, I’ve never tried.
And with that, each ensign had shared something small and personal. But the real fun began as the dizzy bottle of Chateau Picard was uncorked and poured. One by one, the cups were filled, and eager hands reached out.
A toast was made, and then, they all took their first sip…
A moment of stunned silence fell, and then each ensign reacted in the spectrum of responses.
Alyndra felt her response may have been the strongest. Her oversensitive Trill taste buds reacted poorly to the bitter punch provided by the wine, spitting out the liquid over Sybil's carpet. Tess swallowed his first sip, and the look of anticipation on his face turned to confusion, betrayal, and horror. When Sybil had taken a sip, she also had to fight the urge to spit out the sour liquid again, but instead of spilling it all over the carpet she spat it back into her glass, grimacing. T’Fearne winced slightly, swallowed the rest of her mouthful, licked her lips and picked up the bottle to sniff the contents more carefully.
Syrex: Oh sorry Sybil! I’m sure Tess can clean it on his next duty shift, ::looks at Tess: right buddy?
Nemes: Don’t worry… ::slightly shuddering with disgust:: Ugh, what’s wrong with that wine?
Evinrude: ::Narrowing his eyes at Alyndra.:: Sorry Alyndra. You stole the wine, you do the time. Ugh, this tastes like cheap synthwine… ::He reached for one of the unclaimed “punishment” shots of tequila and knocked it back.::
T’Fearne: That smells like citric acid! Is it supposed to be like that?
Evinrude: ::He leaned over towards T’Fearne to look more closely at the bottle.:: Look at the label…the worn paper and age spots are printed onto it…
There in almost microscopic print at the bottom of the label read “Chateau Picard Deluxe Synthwine Replica - For Officers on Duty!”, The branding mark looked suspiciously Ferengi.
A collective groan echoed around Sybil’s cosy quarters. Each ensign stared at their cups with a mix of disbelief and disappointment.
T’Fearne: Did you say the Captain gave you permission to get a bottle from his private collection? Who is going to tell him that his stash has been compromised with cheap counterfeit Chateau Picard?
Alyndra expressed a look of deep thought across her face, before looking towards Tess and smiling, he was good at cleaning up messes after all.
[End Scene]
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*Ensign Sybil Nemes*
Science Officer
USS Ronin
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Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
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Ensign Alyndra Syrex
Medical Officer
USS Ronin (NCC-34523)
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Ensign Tess Evinrude
Operations Officer
USS Ronin
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