(( A place for the three stooges to duke it out on the forums, since it's getting increasingly difficult to do in game.))
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Despite the numerous and easily accessible places for food consumption on DS13, the fighter crew of the D'Ishae tended to stay on home turf- call it Romulan speciesism. Except for the human. That one, the one sitting on the table in the corner of the mess hall with a pair of unpeeled elongated fruits held between molars on either side of her mouth.
The table was entertained to a moderate degree with smiles, a grin, and a few chuckles off her five Romulan companions for the impression of the stars-knows-what tusked creature.
Her own smile gets the better of her, one of the fruits slipping free in a comical bounce to the floor as multiple hands try to catch it.
The table was entertained to a moderate degree with smiles, a grin, and a few chuckles off her five Romulan companions for the impression of the stars-knows-what tusked creature.
Her own smile gets the better of her, one of the fruits slipping free in a comical bounce to the floor as multiple hands try to catch it.
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Laid-back as his command style may be, when Davin was in 'annihilation nods' as the crew had taken to calling it they knew to clear out. Which was fine now, it seemed, as his current target appeared to be the human perched atop the table.
A rather theatrical wave of his hand sent the flight crew scattering, only to regroup at a nearby booth. "Nethali," he began plainly enough. "Counselor Sedai came to see me earlier. Something about you smoking on Starbase?" He shrugged, looking around the mess hall, his posture slowly beginning to relax. The flight team slowly moved back, Verik and D'Mar first, and then the second wings pilots, resuming their positions around the table by the window.
A rather theatrical wave of his hand sent the flight crew scattering, only to regroup at a nearby booth. "Nethali," he began plainly enough. "Counselor Sedai came to see me earlier. Something about you smoking on Starbase?" He shrugged, looking around the mess hall, his posture slowly beginning to relax. The flight team slowly moved back, Verik and D'Mar first, and then the second wings pilots, resuming their positions around the table by the window.
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The woman was, as she always seemed to be, completely unphased by Davin's foreboding approach even as her companions scattered like sheep to a sheepdog. Her immediate reply was to toss him one of the unopened fruits- only slightly slimy from what it'd been subjected to. The other she starts to peel, hiking one ankle across her knee, foot on a chair.
"Last I knew, only Starfleet personnel were th' ones nah allowed t' partake in mind alterin' substances~"
"Last I knew, only Starfleet personnel were th' ones nah allowed t' partake in mind alterin' substances~"
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He catches the fruit, cringing almost instantly at the wet feel of the skin and the countless implications therein. "...Mind altering?" He shrugs and shakes his head, starting to peel the fruit without noticing the guarded snickers of his officers. "Look, I just don't want to hear about it, alright? As long as it doesn't screw up things on the ship or make me do... well, this, you can do whatever you want."
Davin tears off a piece of the now-peeled fruit, pops it in his mouth, and quirks an eyebrow when his pilots burst out laughing. "...Whuu?"
Davin tears off a piece of the now-peeled fruit, pops it in his mouth, and quirks an eyebrow when his pilots burst out laughing. "...Whuu?"
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Nethali, for one, has a stone cold sober expression-- playing the straight man to the joke Davin seems unaware of. She shrugs, noncommittal in regards to her subordinates' mirth, but flashes him a saintly smile as she keeps on topic: "So, s'long as I dun get caught, we're golden~? We kin work wi' that, can't we bhudta~?" She sends that smile around to her flight team just before shooing them off with both hands- chomping her fruit firmly between her teeth to make her next words muffled: "Nauu shuw! Aye godda furt shmleshhlee wif da boff."
While only slightly less intelligible than usual, her gesture gets the point across and they take their respective leave- Verik and D'Mar, as usual, leading the pack.
Nethali takes the fruit in hand with a juicy grin, "Was jess a cig, Dip. She seriously report me up fer a cig? Wha'd she do t' Daws, then?"
While only slightly less intelligible than usual, her gesture gets the point across and they take their respective leave- Verik and D'Mar, as usual, leading the pack.
Nethali takes the fruit in hand with a juicy grin, "Was jess a cig, Dip. She seriously report me up fer a cig? Wha'd she do t' Daws, then?"
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He quirks an eyebrow, chewing on a hunk of fruit as he mulls over the implications of Dawsons far from surprising involvement. "Not my purview. You," he said, sending a finger her way, "on the other hand, are. So just don't get me involved and we're golden." He fishes out his worn metal flask, sneaks a sip, and slips into the bench next to the table. "Oh, and maybe bring Lir a drink when you get a chance, before she tries to sneak another flamethrower out of cargo bay two."
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Hungered brown eyes watch the flask as it moves from vest to mouth to bench...one second, two seconds, three sec-aaand it's up and pressed to the woman's lips for a quick swig- the kali-fal burns its way down her throat with surprisingly little reaction. Experience-hardened callus of the esophagus, no doubt.
"What, she still peeved 'bout that trick wi' Audrey? Heh, heh..gotta admit, coul' get used t' 'avin' my name shouted out wi' th' elements~" Apropos nothing- or at least, nothing apparent outside the Nethali Mind- she fires off a wink at one of the crewmen across the room before offering the old flask back to Davin.
"So when y' say 'dun getcha involved'..." She starts with the slow ponderous tone of someone about to embark on the philosophical, "D'yah mean 'pretend like I dun smoke at'all', 'jess don't get caught on base smokin'', or 'dun invitecha t' th' next smoke break we take at jeffries innersection D on deck 19', 'cause last time me'n Daws cut y' out o' a deal y' left sore 'nough t' give th' wall a hard knock."
The human's gone back to munching on her fruit with a nonplussed air, yet, she's watching his reaction closely.
"What, she still peeved 'bout that trick wi' Audrey? Heh, heh..gotta admit, coul' get used t' 'avin' my name shouted out wi' th' elements~" Apropos nothing- or at least, nothing apparent outside the Nethali Mind- she fires off a wink at one of the crewmen across the room before offering the old flask back to Davin.
"So when y' say 'dun getcha involved'..." She starts with the slow ponderous tone of someone about to embark on the philosophical, "D'yah mean 'pretend like I dun smoke at'all', 'jess don't get caught on base smokin'', or 'dun invitecha t' th' next smoke break we take at jeffries innersection D on deck 19', 'cause last time me'n Daws cut y' out o' a deal y' left sore 'nough t' give th' wall a hard knock."
The human's gone back to munching on her fruit with a nonplussed air, yet, she's watching his reaction closely.
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That last bit prompts a look down at his left hand, and a flex of the digits thereupon. "Okay, let me put it this way; I don't want to hear about it from anyone but you... Or Dawsons." He sighs and leans back on the bench, giving his flask a swirl before setting it on the table. "Look, just don't cut me out. We're friends, right? And friends don't make friends break a knuckle on the bulkhead."
Another sip seemed appropriate now, the heat and flowery-sweetness of the drink dulling the memory of the pain, and perhaps more importantly the memory of the lecture he had gotten once he returned to D'Ishae's sickbay. It's a moment before he speaks again, his mind taking the long way back to the conversation. "...And it's not like Lir's mad at you, she's just got a vendetta on that plant thing. Andrew, or whatever it's name is."
Another sip seemed appropriate now, the heat and flowery-sweetness of the drink dulling the memory of the pain, and perhaps more importantly the memory of the lecture he had gotten once he returned to D'Ishae's sickbay. It's a moment before he speaks again, his mind taking the long way back to the conversation. "...And it's not like Lir's mad at you, she's just got a vendetta on that plant thing. Andrew, or whatever it's name is."
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"Damn, two fer two~ Jess call me Nethali Handbreaker~" Besides this amused commentary, she doesn't even bat an eyelash at the admission of the self-inflicted injury- she'd already figured as much. She does, though, hold out an uplifted palm for another hit of the kali-fal. "See, tha'ss th' part tha'ss gunna get weird, Davin."
"Th' bit wi' you bein' a friend anna boss at th' same time." When he hands the drink over- because he's yet to withhold his generosity- she takes a swig before explaining herself in the same casual tone:
"I'm gunna smoke. I'mma say what's on my mind, not back down from a fight, flirt wi' whoe'er an' sleep wi' whoe'r an' tha'ss gunna piss people off. So, yeah, there're things I ain't gunna tell m' boss, but a friend? They'd expect it, yeah? Th' prollem is gunna be figgurin' which comes first, right? Boss or friend."
"Th' bit wi' you bein' a friend anna boss at th' same time." When he hands the drink over- because he's yet to withhold his generosity- she takes a swig before explaining herself in the same casual tone:
"I'm gunna smoke. I'mma say what's on my mind, not back down from a fight, flirt wi' whoe'er an' sleep wi' whoe'r an' tha'ss gunna piss people off. So, yeah, there're things I ain't gunna tell m' boss, but a friend? They'd expect it, yeah? Th' prollem is gunna be figgurin' which comes first, right? Boss or friend."
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Davin smirks, and finally he lets his air of authority dissipate- well, as much as it ever does- as he hands off his flask. "Don't get yourself into trouble, and you don't have to think of me as your boss." He holds out a hand with no real expectation of getting his flask back any time soon, but to keep the option available. "Though you can keep calling me boss, I kinda like the sound of that."
"Besides, you broke Fed regulations and I'm just talking to you. Technically, I should ground your whole wing for at least a week and put you all on cleaning duty, but I'm just a nice guy like that." A beats pause. "Well, that and I've only got the two fighter wings, but mostly the 'nice' thing."
"Besides, you broke Fed regulations and I'm just talking to you. Technically, I should ground your whole wing for at least a week and put you all on cleaning duty, but I'm just a nice guy like that." A beats pause. "Well, that and I've only got the two fighter wings, but mostly the 'nice' thing."
"Owh, right, 'cause Trouble /ain't/ my middle name."
The woman's skepticism remains throughout the rest of his speaking, and at his finish, she straightens out and waggles the flask as a swishy reminder of who's got the liquor. Obviously, the one with the liquor wins.
"'Ere's th' part where I remind y' that I've ne'er actually been informed o' th' Rommie regs...so th' first one I break, yeah? Tha'ss on ~you~ an' not my team~" She steals another measured sip before genuinely returning the flask, just in case Davin needed another pull himself. Which, if he didn't before, he might now:
"An' y'ain't foolin' anybody wi' 'nice'. Like I tol' Daws, nice boys dun 'ang 'round wi' Nethali Aster. 'Not a tight-wad' is a close as yer gunna get t' 'nice'."
The woman's skepticism remains throughout the rest of his speaking, and at his finish, she straightens out and waggles the flask as a swishy reminder of who's got the liquor. Obviously, the one with the liquor wins.
"'Ere's th' part where I remind y' that I've ne'er actually been informed o' th' Rommie regs...so th' first one I break, yeah? Tha'ss on ~you~ an' not my team~" She steals another measured sip before genuinely returning the flask, just in case Davin needed another pull himself. Which, if he didn't before, he might now:
"An' y'ain't foolin' anybody wi' 'nice'. Like I tol' Daws, nice boys dun 'ang 'round wi' Nethali Aster. 'Not a tight-wad' is a close as yer gunna get t' 'nice'."
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A few seconds go by, with Davin just staring at Nethali. "Well, now I have to space you. In saying that you broke, like, a dozen Romulan regulations." He takes a good, long, healthy-verging-on-unhealthy swig from his flask, only breaking his deadpan with a smirk and a raised eyebrow about halfway through his sip.
By now, Nethali's obtrusive laughter was commonplace enough that it rarely warranted comment or head turn. As it was, only their pilots took interest when she started- no doubt puzzling over Davin's stoic demeanor in contrast.
At its taper, she summons the flask once more, takes a hasty enough swig that she might have only gotten her lips wet, then makes a point of capping it closed before passing it back.
"I'll try layin' low when 'm on the' base." It's an offhanded resolution, which might cause doubt as to it's sincerity, but if Nethali didn't mean it to some degree, she'd probably have not said anything at all.
"Bluebird's gettin' some old fashioned hecklin', though, if she thinks she kin break up this party by tattlin' to yers." Ah, the caveat. It's an interesting insight to just what she must think of the counselor. That said, she stands and stretches, prepping for the conversation's end.
At its taper, she summons the flask once more, takes a hasty enough swig that she might have only gotten her lips wet, then makes a point of capping it closed before passing it back.
"I'll try layin' low when 'm on the' base." It's an offhanded resolution, which might cause doubt as to it's sincerity, but if Nethali didn't mean it to some degree, she'd probably have not said anything at all.
"Bluebird's gettin' some old fashioned hecklin', though, if she thinks she kin break up this party by tattlin' to yers." Ah, the caveat. It's an interesting insight to just what she must think of the counselor. That said, she stands and stretches, prepping for the conversation's end.
He catches the flask and lays back on the bench, apparently his preferred position. From Nethalis angle, all that would be visible was his green sleeved arm and single raised finger. "Just don't make me have to do anything too captain-y because of it." His fingers shift to count off his points. "Just do your job, don't screw up the ship, and don't make me be any more authoritarian than Command makes me."
On the heels of that comes the grinding metal sound of the flasks cap unscrewing, and a few seconds later a satisfied sigh. "Alright, dismissed. And if you pass the bar on your way out, tell D'Vera I could use some cheese sticks."
On the heels of that comes the grinding metal sound of the flasks cap unscrewing, and a few seconds later a satisfied sigh. "Alright, dismissed. And if you pass the bar on your way out, tell D'Vera I could use some cheese sticks."
"Cheh! Y'were doin' so damned good!"
There's a thump or two from above(is) before Nethali's torso swivels into his field of vision, hand reaching to confiscate the man's flask. Typical Nethali, she's taken his bench lounging one step further and is sprawled between the plateware of the table, stomach down, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It's unlikely that the other occupants agree.
"Iffin yer goin' wi' this friend thing, I ain't gunna be yer sit-an'-stay-dog." Her tone goes solemn, "An' now it's mah sworn an' solemn duty t' polish 'alf this flask off afore y'make any more stupid ass drink-driven mistakes."
There's a thump or two from above(is) before Nethali's torso swivels into his field of vision, hand reaching to confiscate the man's flask. Typical Nethali, she's taken his bench lounging one step further and is sprawled between the plateware of the table, stomach down, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It's unlikely that the other occupants agree.
"Iffin yer goin' wi' this friend thing, I ain't gunna be yer sit-an'-stay-dog." Her tone goes solemn, "An' now it's mah sworn an' solemn duty t' polish 'alf this flask off afore y'make any more stupid ass drink-driven mistakes."
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The flask goes without a fight as Davin brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, a little groan slipping out. "That's not what I meant... Let me try to..." He shrugs and props himself up on his elbows, putting himself about eye-level with Nethali.
"What I mean is, as long as you're taking care of things ship side, do whatever you want." A moments pause, then a chuckle. "I mean, it's not like anything short of stunning you could stop that anyway, and I'm still trying to figure out how to get that to work on a disruptor."
By now his flask is about half empty anyway, so Nethali would essentially be emptying the thing.
"What I mean is, as long as you're taking care of things ship side, do whatever you want." A moments pause, then a chuckle. "I mean, it's not like anything short of stunning you could stop that anyway, and I'm still trying to figure out how to get that to work on a disruptor."
By now his flask is about half empty anyway, so Nethali would essentially be emptying the thing.
That, on Davin's part, was the wrong response too, but for entirely different reasons- reasons instantly apparent with the sly, mischievous reiteration of what he'd just said:
"Whate'er I want~?"
Rather than putting herself one step closer to inebriated with the extremely potent Romulan drink, the flask disappears as she tucks it away quickly in a back pocket, slithers forward to lick the middle of Davin's forehead, then launches herself off the table for in a mad, cackling dash for the door.
((...to be fair, he more or less dared her to test the 'whatever', after getting her buzzed. Asking for it. Totally.))
"Whate'er I want~?"
Rather than putting herself one step closer to inebriated with the extremely potent Romulan drink, the flask disappears as she tucks it away quickly in a back pocket, slithers forward to lick the middle of Davin's forehead, then launches herself off the table for in a mad, cackling dash for the door.
((...to be fair, he more or less dared her to test the 'whatever', after getting her buzzed. Asking for it. Totally.))
Davin just blinked, taking a moment to register the fact that she had run off without returning his flask. "...I just can't win. Nethali!" He takes off after her, needing a few moments to extricate himself from the bench, giving her a rather generous head start.
"Yes, make sure that's handled - and no. Don't -- I said /DON'T/ overload him. - Alright. Alright. Just don't touch it and waits for- No. Wait. Alright? You're the second reason why I drink." He says, jumping between tones of seriousness and jovial mirth, with his finger to his ear piece. Dawsons looked around, a box under his other arm filled a bottle or five of Kali'fel, obvious from the pungent scent of the nasal opening drink. He'd more or less get a few looks from the Romulan crew members of the familiar ship as he came to a door.
Once it slid open, the mans eyes widened just slightly with a raise of his brow, "And here comes the first." He simply mumbled as he would find a cackling mad woman barreling straight towards him. "Aster, no!" He said, with a raised hand, as if that would stop her. It might of if she was paying attention and actually wanted to stop herself, but if not, then he had a strong feeling this was not going to end well for him.
Once it slid open, the mans eyes widened just slightly with a raise of his brow, "And here comes the first." He simply mumbled as he would find a cackling mad woman barreling straight towards him. "Aster, no!" He said, with a raised hand, as if that would stop her. It might of if she was paying attention and actually wanted to stop herself, but if not, then he had a strong feeling this was not going to end well for him.