Lt. Cmdr. DeVeau - "It's Raining Men...Sort Of"
Amanda Nordstrom
::Sitting at the end of the cot, G'var stared at her reflection
in an ever present rain puddle. It had been four days since her
encounter with the Beast, the Commander and Doc had had to operate
again on her arm, the wound had not properly closed, and to stop
an infection from spreading they had to remove more of her arm.
Thankfully they were able to remove the infect portions and were
both hopeful she would make a full recovery. Looking at herself in
the puddle G'var could see the bruises on her abdomen were
beginning to turn a deep purple and the burns and scrapes on her
legs were scabbed over and healing. Thankfully her muscles had
stopped spasming after the first day, her back still hurt but she
could touch her toes without too much discomfort. Wil had stopped
by often, checking on her progress and debriefing her on their
progress to get the Camp ready to move, his presence had been
soothing and just the balm she needed to focus on healing. She was
truly blessed to have found him.::
G'var:::chuckling::-What a striking image we make ::splashing the
puddle with her foot:: Mighty Warrior indeed.
::Taking one last look at her reflection, G'var stood and slowly
made her way to the tent's flap, standing in the doorway G'var
held her hand out into the rain, the Warm water running between
her fingers. A sudden gust of wind sprayed her body in a cool mist
of rain water, causing gooseflesh to raise along her body,
inhaling deeply, G'var enjoyed the smell of the sweet Tropical
rain.::
::The rain had started innocently enough the day prior, but now it
had escalated to a full downpour with no signs of letting up. The
wind was picking up as well, knocking a few tents over and forcing
the survivors to huddle into some of the more solid structures
they'd managed to erect from the shells of a few escape pods.::
::Turning away from the flap G'var made her way over to table
currently occupied by Commander del Vedova, Alora and Doc. The two
men were having a conversation about something and G'var was doing
her best not to eavesdrop. A homemade 3D Chess set sat on one
corner along with a wooden gaming board covered in multicolored
stones. Sitting down next to Alora G'var mindlessly moved a white
stone around the board.::
G'var:::huffing::-Never understood this game, and why Terran's
call it Go ::beat:: wish we could go ::beat:: Noy Jitatting rain!
Deveau: Reaponse
Maxwell: Response
Del Vedova: Response
G'var:::tossing the white stone into the air::-Just going stir
crazy ::beat:: I want to be out there helping get the Camp ready
to travel ::beat:: not confined to a bed. ::grabbing the stone out
of the air::
del Vedova: Response
Deveau: Response
Maxwell: Response
::Crushing the Stone in her hand G'var knew the Doctors were
right, she was still in no shape to lead the others back safely to
New Risa. Taking a deep breath G'var placed the stone back on to
the table.::
G'var:::exhaling::-Logically ::beat:: I know your all right
::beat:: I just don't like feeling useless ::beat:: and before
anyone says it, I know I'm not useless ::exhaling::
Maxwell: Response
del Vedova:Response
Deveau: Response
::Alora might have been the only one who wasn’t stone cold bored.
She stared out at the rain, but her mind was far from still. Even
though she wasn’t doing much, her hand sort of waved in the air as
music played through her thoughts. It was more than just music.
In her mind’s eye, she saw a stage, and upon it were people. From
their mouths, glorious sounds sprang. Sometimes, during the times
in the forest, when she didn’t want the gloominess of her
situation to haunt her, she’d bring those people, those stories.
Such an act was something she had done even as a little girl,
though her recent adventure had encouraged such activity more
often.::
DeVeau: Voi che sapete che cosa e amor…
::The words were soft, a tune barely heard as she sang them just
above a whisper. There was more to the aria, but the arrival
Ukinix distracted her from the opera in her imagination. She put
it on pause and turned to him, smiling.::
G’var:::handing Wil a Dry towel::-Is Captain Nickson ready to
Proceed with the sojourn back to New Risa?
Ukinix: ::Rubbing the water out of his hair:: Nah, she still
doesn’t wanna go. : She’s fun, isn’t she!
::From the tone of his voice, Ukinix thought Nickson was anything
but. Alora could understand that feeling. Nickson could be harsh
at times, but she wasn’t a bad sort overall.::
G'var: ::Running a hand through his wet hair::- There may be some
wisdom to her delay, with this much rain the ravine we crossed is
probably a death trap by now, and I don't want to have to look for
a way around. ::holding up a finger:: We have time Pusher,
Commander Delano and his Team, won't even have the duterium
drained from the shuttles for thirty more days. ::smiling:: let's
just enjoy the rain.
Deveau: One time it rained, I saw four rainbows.
::Waiting was, as Nickson had suggested and Ukinix confirmed,
probably wise.::
DeVeau: We’ll likely need to shore up the camp, though. It’s a
muddy ride outside right now.
Maxwell/del Vedova/G’var/Ukinix: Responses
DeVeau: What do you suggest?
Maxwell/del Vedova/G’var/Ukinix: Responses
DeVeau: I’m game.
-- Lt. Cmdr. Alora DeVeau Science Officer USS Veritas M239008AD0