[sb118-valkyrie] Ensign Arthur Strathmore - The Best Drink in Two, Three, or Four Quadrants
Arthur Strathmore
(( Valhalla, Forward Observation Lounge ))
Strathmore: Aldebaran is about… seventy or so light years away from Earth or Terra as you’d know it. So, from here that’s… apologies, I was never the best stellar cartographer and a starship is always moving. This is why I prefer stations.
Arthur looked at Charn. He appeared in deep thought.
Charn: ::sotto voce:: I gotta stay on this ship.
Strathmore: What was that?
Charn: I said I gotta stay on this ship. ::He set the glass down and looked Arthur in the eye, any pretense finally dissolved between them:: Kid--Arthur, I... Look, this is a lot for me to take in. I know you probably don't need someone like me around here but if I'm going to adjust to living with you people, then I'm going to need help. Sorry to say, kid, but that's going to be you.
oO Well, I have always said I want to help people. Oo
It wouldn’t be easy. Charn and Arthur were nearly total opposites in personality and outlook, but someone had to help him get acclimated to life in Federation jurisdiction and that responsibility was being bestowed upon Arthur. Charn appeared to smile. Was it a smile? Arthur nodded.
Strathmore: Sure, Charn. I’ll help in any way I can.
oO Why do I feel like I’m going to live to regret those words? Oo
A waiter came by and gave Arthur his usual drink: a glass of sparkling water with a hint of grapefruit. He was surprised they remembered. He had only ordered it a few times. He went to take a sip.
Charn: Response
Arthur swallowed and exhaled.
oO The most refreshing drink in the Quadrants. Oo
Arthur didn’t know about the Delta Quadrant enough to confirm, but he had a sneaking suspicion, his beverage of choice had them beat as well.
Strathmore: Remind me to show you the holodeck later.
Charn: Response
oO The holodeck will blow his mind. Oo
Strathmore: You’ll have to see it to believe it.
Charn: Response
Arthur took another sip of his drink and looked around at ambiance while patting his thighs. Charn then lifted a glass of Aldebaran whiskey towards his lips.
Strathmore: Apologies, I don’t partake.
Charn: Response
(( OOC: Written in coordination with Liz ))
Ensign Arthur Strathmore
Counselor
USS Valkyrie, NCC-76418-A
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