An unfinished forum RP ported from the old board, between Areyis, Skyler and James Monroe. I'll denote who posted what.
Areyis wrote:
((Since James Monroe now has a TFA account, we can totally do this Roleplay. Thought i'd jumpstart the thread so it actually happens, we'll do a post-by-post RP just as has been done with the Kvaedis-Crime-incident RP))
Areyis was at an Earth Spacedock restaurant, he sat at his table and went through his business
on his PADD as he always did this time of day. Usually he'd be on his ship, or on another planet
doing this, but ever since the assassination attempt, he and Captain Ryan had agreed that
the Sol System was the safest place for him to be.
As he sipped his tea for the 100th time, he observed the room around him, seeing
the patrons laugh, talk and giggle, he considered his conversation with Lieutenant Sedai
concerning emotions, and for the first time he wondered what it would be like to
truly experience emotion. No...that is not the Vulcan Way, He said to himself rebukingly.
He sipped his tea again...for the 101st time, and went back to being absorbed in his
reports. New IFAF dossiers were available to him, and he had full intention of reading
each one in detail before he was done at the restaurant.
Areyis was at an Earth Spacedock restaurant, he sat at his table and went through his business
on his PADD as he always did this time of day. Usually he'd be on his ship, or on another planet
doing this, but ever since the assassination attempt, he and Captain Ryan had agreed that
the Sol System was the safest place for him to be.
As he sipped his tea for the 100th time, he observed the room around him, seeing
the patrons laugh, talk and giggle, he considered his conversation with Lieutenant Sedai
concerning emotions, and for the first time he wondered what it would be like to
truly experience emotion. No...that is not the Vulcan Way, He said to himself rebukingly.
He sipped his tea again...for the 101st time, and went back to being absorbed in his
reports. New IFAF dossiers were available to him, and he had full intention of reading
each one in detail before he was done at the restaurant.
Skyler wrote:
Skyler stalked through ESD with eyes straight, shoulders squared, and cheeks a-flush for the occasional stare.
She should have just met them there.
Obviously there was something she was missing, especially given how that one human grinned at her, tossing out double-thumbs-up.
She should have asked Nevin first.
She stepped a little faster, tugging down the brim of the blue-and-white baseball cap to better shadow her eyes.
She should have changed there.
...which one of these..ah, there he is. An island of silent stoicism in a sea of happy, babbling people. The Trill slunk around the sardined table arrangements to stand just off Areyis's shoulder.
"Er-...Captain King."
She should have just met them there.
Obviously there was something she was missing, especially given how that one human grinned at her, tossing out double-thumbs-up.
She should have asked Nevin first.
She stepped a little faster, tugging down the brim of the blue-and-white baseball cap to better shadow her eyes.
She should have changed there.
...which one of these..ah, there he is. An island of silent stoicism in a sea of happy, babbling people. The Trill slunk around the sardined table arrangements to stand just off Areyis's shoulder.
"Er-...Captain King."
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Monroe wrote:
With a rather emphatic thump into the seat, James Monroe announced his presence to the preoccupied Vulcan and the rather dour-looking Skyler. Sporting a wry grin and a conspiratorial gleam in his eyes, the human captain spoke. "Areyis my friend, so good to see you. I apologize for barging in like this, but given the present situation, I would venture to say that its warranted!"
With a sudden flourish, James held up an odd-looking datachip. "You will recall our good Lieutenant Commander procured some tickets to a certain event for me? Well, it just so happens we have a spare." Now, no questions - it will ruin the sense of adventure. All you need to know is that the Franklin Mudhens are playing the Potomac Tigers today, and the shuttle leaves at 1300 sharp!
With a sudden flourish, James held up an odd-looking datachip. "You will recall our good Lieutenant Commander procured some tickets to a certain event for me? Well, it just so happens we have a spare." Now, no questions - it will ruin the sense of adventure. All you need to know is that the Franklin Mudhens are playing the Potomac Tigers today, and the shuttle leaves at 1300 sharp!
Areyis wrote:
Areyis looked up at the two, from their speech it appeared that they were
quite eager to go to the baseball game with him, and he was honored that
they wanted him to participate in their social event. And he wasn't
going to be "rude" as he had been accidentally so many times before
by declining.
Those new dossiers would have to wait. He got up and replied.
Very well, I will certainly go with you to this sporting event, perhaps you would inform me of any proper attire that i should
wear for the occasion, and any mannerisms I should present?
quite eager to go to the baseball game with him, and he was honored that
they wanted him to participate in their social event. And he wasn't
going to be "rude" as he had been accidentally so many times before
by declining.
Those new dossiers would have to wait. He got up and replied.
Very well, I will certainly go with you to this sporting event, perhaps you would inform me of any proper attire that i should
wear for the occasion, and any mannerisms I should present?
Skyler wrote:
With a wry glance down and a shy twist of the baseball hat brim, Skyler defers to James in regards to Areyis's clothing question with sidelong hesitance- and an inward railing against her human friend-, but she does offer:
"Er- ...it's..generally expected that you..uhm. Pick a team and root for them for the duration."
"Er- ...it's..generally expected that you..uhm. Pick a team and root for them for the duration."
Monroe wrote:
James, now thoroughly caught up in the spirit of the moment, was sitting in his char pretending to hold an imaginary bat. "It's root root root for the home team! Everyone knows that! You're both going to love it. We'll have hot dogs, and peanuts. You'll never want to leave!"
Mimicking the crack of the bat with his mouth, James swung his pretend bat around. "It's way out of here, home run!!!"
After several seconds of cheering and applause coming from the excited captain, he suddenly adopted a very serious look. "Of course we'll have to get the wardrobe right. Ballcaps are a must - I repeat: a MUST."
Mimicking the crack of the bat with his mouth, James swung his pretend bat around. "It's way out of here, home run!!!"
After several seconds of cheering and applause coming from the excited captain, he suddenly adopted a very serious look. "Of course we'll have to get the wardrobe right. Ballcaps are a must - I repeat: a MUST."
Areyis wrote:
He stands up from his seat, sipping his tea for the last time and then uttering a single word.
Interesting. He then stares blankly at James for a few awkward seconds before replying
again. I will therefore dress myself in attire similar to that of Commander Skyler's and
acquire a "ballcap", I will then arrive at the location where the event is expected to take
place at the exact time that you require me to be there. If there is nothing further you
wish to inform me of, i will go make the proper preperations for the event.
He then holds up his hand and makes a Vulcan Salute, and utters the words with
the most passion a Vulcan can ever give. Live Long, and Prosper, before he begins
making his way towards one of the transporter rooms of the Spacestation.
Interesting. He then stares blankly at James for a few awkward seconds before replying
again. I will therefore dress myself in attire similar to that of Commander Skyler's and
acquire a "ballcap", I will then arrive at the location where the event is expected to take
place at the exact time that you require me to be there. If there is nothing further you
wish to inform me of, i will go make the proper preperations for the event.
He then holds up his hand and makes a Vulcan Salute, and utters the words with
the most passion a Vulcan can ever give. Live Long, and Prosper, before he begins
making his way towards one of the transporter rooms of the Spacestation.
Skyler wrote:
The human's enthusiasm was, she had to admit, charming. The ordeal of asking Nevin about baseball was, in the instant the time-lost captain started flailing about with silly noises, completely worth it. That child-like avidity pulled a smile from the depths of self-conciousness and she forgot her ridiculous attire for a second.
Only for a second, because Areyis's assertion that he would find similar clothing conjured an image that entertained her right past his paragraph of speech. Would he tuck his ears under the brim or let them stick out? He might tuck them...but if it were uncomfortable, he'd no doubt adjust before she'd get to see it.
And then he was striding off with purpose.
"Er- ...he..does..realize that he has about an hour and a half until we're expected to, uhm, be there?"
Only for a second, because Areyis's assertion that he would find similar clothing conjured an image that entertained her right past his paragraph of speech. Would he tuck his ears under the brim or let them stick out? He might tuck them...but if it were uncomfortable, he'd no doubt adjust before she'd get to see it.
And then he was striding off with purpose.
"Er- ...he..does..realize that he has about an hour and a half until we're expected to, uhm, be there?"
Monroe wrote:
Watching Areyis go, James quipped "I've never seen a Vulcan wear a hat. This should be fantastic." Turning to Skyler, the energetic captain smiled and winked. "Don't worry too much Commander. I've never known a Vulcan to be late to anything and I doubt they'll start now."
And in a brief moment of inactivity, James Monroe breathed in deeply and let out a very emphatic sigh. Staring into the glass in front of him, he seemed to be taking time to gather his thoughts.
"Skyler, I just want to say thank you. You went above and beyond to find these tickets. I know the concept seems silly to Areyis and probably silly or foreign to you, but..."
A pause.
"But this will help home feel a bit more like home. I've been here for nearly four years now, and I still feel like a stranger in a strange land. I want you to know I appreciate this."
And in a brief moment of inactivity, James Monroe breathed in deeply and let out a very emphatic sigh. Staring into the glass in front of him, he seemed to be taking time to gather his thoughts.
"Skyler, I just want to say thank you. You went above and beyond to find these tickets. I know the concept seems silly to Areyis and probably silly or foreign to you, but..."
A pause.
"But this will help home feel a bit more like home. I've been here for nearly four years now, and I still feel like a stranger in a strange land. I want you to know I appreciate this."
Skyler wrote:
She considered sharing her musing on ear tips tucked or not, but by the time she'd chosen how to phrase it, it seemed to her that the moment had passed. She held her peace, recognizing the expression on the man's face- thought collection was familiar to her- and didn't loathe him the short time it took. Maybe a twinge of jealousy for the clear earnestness in which he expressed himself, but that was eclipsed by her satisfaction in cheering the man.
"Uhm, you're welcome."
A smile.
"...but..it wasn't really wasn't any trouble. I just asked a Terran friend of mine if it was, uhm, still played, and he sent the tickets and...these. " She tapped a finger to the brim of her hat, including the matching jersey via shrug.
"Er- ...should...we go...reserve seats? I was told that we should try for, uhm, 'halfway up'. I presume he meant in the..stadium?"
"Uhm, you're welcome."
A smile.
"...but..it wasn't really wasn't any trouble. I just asked a Terran friend of mine if it was, uhm, still played, and he sent the tickets and...these. " She tapped a finger to the brim of her hat, including the matching jersey via shrug.
"Er- ...should...we go...reserve seats? I was told that we should try for, uhm, 'halfway up'. I presume he meant in the..stadium?"
Monroe wrote:
"Oh yes! We definitely want good seats. Some ballparks are so big that if you get caught at the top, you can't even see the players! I wonder what kind of park it will be. Do you know where we're going? I imagine we could just beam there, but I thought a shuttle might be more fun."
James continued to ramble as the two walked through the station. Any passersby might think he were an excited child talking about his latest adventure rather than a Starfleet officer, but such is the whimsy of passion. Some men dreamed of women, others dreamed of prestige. James Monroe dreamed of baseball. At least for today.
Turning a corner, the two nearly ran headlong into a huge brick of a humanoid. Standing nearly six and a half feet tall, a Klingon in Starfleet gold blocked their way. "Ah! Lieutenant Korgg, perfect! I was just on my way to look for you. Commander Skyler, this rather charming fellow happens to be my security chief." Nodding curtly to Skyler, the rather put-off-looking Klingon handed James a wrapped package. "It took some doing, sir, but Commander Spolek was able to replicate these for you."
Smiling widely, the captain grabbed the offered bundle eagerly. Thanking Korgg and dismissing him, James looked around. "I need somewhere to change..."
James continued to ramble as the two walked through the station. Any passersby might think he were an excited child talking about his latest adventure rather than a Starfleet officer, but such is the whimsy of passion. Some men dreamed of women, others dreamed of prestige. James Monroe dreamed of baseball. At least for today.
Turning a corner, the two nearly ran headlong into a huge brick of a humanoid. Standing nearly six and a half feet tall, a Klingon in Starfleet gold blocked their way. "Ah! Lieutenant Korgg, perfect! I was just on my way to look for you. Commander Skyler, this rather charming fellow happens to be my security chief." Nodding curtly to Skyler, the rather put-off-looking Klingon handed James a wrapped package. "It took some doing, sir, but Commander Spolek was able to replicate these for you."
Smiling widely, the captain grabbed the offered bundle eagerly. Thanking Korgg and dismissing him, James looked around. "I need somewhere to change..."
Areyis wrote:
Areyis arrived on the Mabel, and his Operations Chief, Lt Commander Reynolds met
him almost immediately as he had stepped off the transporter pad.
Sir, Commander Jisy told me to inform you that all diagnostics are
completed and the ship is performing at 110% in comparison to
it's usual capabilities thanks to the new Aegis-Class components
added during refit. Reynolds finished his report and offered Areyis
the PADD which had on it the full detailed reports of the diagnostics made.
Areyis replied, Very well Mr Reynolds, have my Yeoman deliver the report to my Quarters.
I intend to depart for a social occasion, therefore Commander Jisy
will be in charge of all situations concerning the Mabel while i'm gone. I will
now depart to meet with the Quartermaster.
Reynolds seemed taken aback, it's the first time he had heard the suggestion
that his very uptight Vulcan Captain might be....having fun?
But he knew better than to question it, so he just went back to his duties.
.....After only a short time had passed, Areyis was able to get his Quartermaster to replicate
a baseball uniform similar to that of Skyler's, but differing with a red color.
He went to his quarters to change, the shirt he wore had to be buttoned up. A quite primitive
apparel, He thought to himself, and then the finishing touch was the baseball cap which fit
right up on his head. Interesting, He thought to himself as he observed his reflection in the
mirror.
He then made his way down towards the Transporter pad, where he intended to meet
Commander Skyler and Captain Monroe at the location where they would depart
for Planet Earth. Energize, He said to his transporter chief, and reappeared on Earth
Spacedock, and he was instantly a phenomenon....a Vulcan wearing a Baseball Uniform
is not something you get to behold every day.
him almost immediately as he had stepped off the transporter pad.
Sir, Commander Jisy told me to inform you that all diagnostics are
completed and the ship is performing at 110% in comparison to
it's usual capabilities thanks to the new Aegis-Class components
added during refit. Reynolds finished his report and offered Areyis
the PADD which had on it the full detailed reports of the diagnostics made.
Areyis replied, Very well Mr Reynolds, have my Yeoman deliver the report to my Quarters.
I intend to depart for a social occasion, therefore Commander Jisy
will be in charge of all situations concerning the Mabel while i'm gone. I will
now depart to meet with the Quartermaster.
Reynolds seemed taken aback, it's the first time he had heard the suggestion
that his very uptight Vulcan Captain might be....having fun?
But he knew better than to question it, so he just went back to his duties.
.....After only a short time had passed, Areyis was able to get his Quartermaster to replicate
a baseball uniform similar to that of Skyler's, but differing with a red color.
He went to his quarters to change, the shirt he wore had to be buttoned up. A quite primitive
apparel, He thought to himself, and then the finishing touch was the baseball cap which fit
right up on his head. Interesting, He thought to himself as he observed his reflection in the
mirror.
He then made his way down towards the Transporter pad, where he intended to meet
Commander Skyler and Captain Monroe at the location where they would depart
for Planet Earth. Energize, He said to his transporter chief, and reappeared on Earth
Spacedock, and he was instantly a phenomenon....a Vulcan wearing a Baseball Uniform
is not something you get to behold every day.
Skyler wrote:
The pleasant thing about enthusiastic people talking about a subject of which they're enthused...is that you don't have to say much at all to keep the conversation going. Questions they asked were not always questions that needed answered, and the passion of the speaker staved off the boredom of listener. At least, this was the case for Skyler.
Her expression-- a quiet sort of amusement not at all bothered by James's domination of the conversation and showing no signs of irritation for the unrelatable topic-- fluxuates twice over the course of their ESD wanderings. Once, when she came unexpectedly face to face with the Klingon Korgg (this sent Skyler into rigid Starfleet politeness, and negative value garrulity) and twice, when she found herself waiting, alone, out in the hall for Captain Monroe to finish changing.
The public solitude bothered her, especially given the old cultural attire of a species she didn't belong to- which still warranted looks and comment from passerbys. She could lean against the wall and shade her eyes beneath the ballcap, thus discouraging remarks, but that felt..inappropriate...yet, standing here without apparent aim was invitation to conversation, so she exuded great interest in one of the flora species bubbling out from its planter.
And that was the state she maintained as the pending doom of a conversation came down the corridor perpendicular to her own.
"That's a first- a vulcan in a baseball uni! Is someone starting a team or something?"
"Ha! Good luck getting anyone to *play* that. Would you want to face off a Vulcan pitcher?"
"You know...pinstripe was a good look. We should bring that back."
"I don't get it. If we-" This presumably made one of the speakers a human, "-can't even keep an interest in it, why would other species bother?"
Her expression-- a quiet sort of amusement not at all bothered by James's domination of the conversation and showing no signs of irritation for the unrelatable topic-- fluxuates twice over the course of their ESD wanderings. Once, when she came unexpectedly face to face with the Klingon Korgg (this sent Skyler into rigid Starfleet politeness, and negative value garrulity) and twice, when she found herself waiting, alone, out in the hall for Captain Monroe to finish changing.
The public solitude bothered her, especially given the old cultural attire of a species she didn't belong to- which still warranted looks and comment from passerbys. She could lean against the wall and shade her eyes beneath the ballcap, thus discouraging remarks, but that felt..inappropriate...yet, standing here without apparent aim was invitation to conversation, so she exuded great interest in one of the flora species bubbling out from its planter.
And that was the state she maintained as the pending doom of a conversation came down the corridor perpendicular to her own.
"That's a first- a vulcan in a baseball uni! Is someone starting a team or something?"
"Ha! Good luck getting anyone to *play* that. Would you want to face off a Vulcan pitcher?"
"You know...pinstripe was a good look. We should bring that back."
"I don't get it. If we-" This presumably made one of the speakers a human, "-can't even keep an interest in it, why would other species bother?"
Areyis wrote:
Areyis approached James and Chassy with a completely blank though somewhat dumbfounded look
on his face, it seemed that he was aware of how ridiculous he looked.
Greetings! I am now prepared to go with you to the event. He said with his hands behind his back, as a little kid seemed to stare at him
and awe and walk up to him.
S-S-Sir? Are you a real baseball player? The kid looked up with a hopeful Bambi-look in his eyes.
The Vulcan looked down at him and replied quite abruptly, No, that is incorrect.
Oh! O-okay! I like your uniform sir! And he ran back to what seemed to be his Dad, who had a snickering smile on his face.
on his face, it seemed that he was aware of how ridiculous he looked.
Greetings! I am now prepared to go with you to the event. He said with his hands behind his back, as a little kid seemed to stare at him
and awe and walk up to him.
S-S-Sir? Are you a real baseball player? The kid looked up with a hopeful Bambi-look in his eyes.
The Vulcan looked down at him and replied quite abruptly, No, that is incorrect.
Oh! O-okay! I like your uniform sir! And he ran back to what seemed to be his Dad, who had a snickering smile on his face.