Star Trek: Theurgy

[ Tesserarius Lorad | Mess Hall | Deck 13 | Vector 01 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Triage
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When Lorad had received the invitation to travel down to Aldea’s surface, he had been extremely hesitant to accept given that it would be during the day, out on the open ocean and that the boat would be filled with many other members of the Theurgy’s crew. But, much like his trips to the mess hall, among other public areas of the ship, Lorad knew that they would need to become accustomed to his presence if he wanted to join their crew. But that was not the reason he had said yes. It was because he had been asked by Cameron Henshaw to join her.

Despite his various interludes with several of the other members of the Theurgy’s crew, Lorad’s mind always found itself drifting back to thoughts of the woman that he had encountered on the beach that night. He had had few interactions with her since then but the Reman’s mind always found itself thinking about her and he was unsure of why. He assumed that most people would agree that his other encounters with females would be more memorable.

Still, she had asked, and he had accepted, meeting her moments ago at the Theurgy’s transporters. After a few words of greeting, the crew member present beamed them down to the yacht. Now, as he stepped off the pad and onto the vessel’s deck, Lorad took in the view out the large windows of the vast, empty ocean beyond.

“Thank you, Cameron,” Lorad intoned as he looked down at the woman standing beside him. He still couldn’t put his finger on it but there was something about her that enamoured him. And he hoped to find out why. “For inviting me to join you.”

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Hi everyone. Welcome to the yacht party thread. Below you will find the details of the yacht. I will keep the thread open to all to participate in and can supply character/s as needed if anyone needs someone to interact with.

The Yacht is anchored in the middle of the ocean, approximately 200km away from the city.

I am currently planning to have the Kaiju arrive at approximately 1830 local time, so around sunset.

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Image: The Eclipse while docked in Aldea Prime.

The Eclipse
162.5 meters long
22 meters wide
5.9 meters of draft

2 shuttlepads, 1 transporter room, 24 guest cabins (double bed in each), two swimming pools, 4 hot tubs, disco hall and 4 holosuites. The yacht is equipped with a UV shield to protect the passengers. Crew of ~70. 3 Motor lauches and a single 2-man submersible capable of descending to 100 meters.

Passenger complement of around 100 I'd think.

[ Ens. Cameron Henshaw (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Cameron_Henshaw) | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Stegro88
[Show/Hide]Cameron was probably going above and beyond to make Lorad feel comfortable among the crew of the Theurgy. She didn't mind taking the time or trouble, as she felt a kind of kindred spirit within him. After opening up to him about her suicide attempt some nights back, she had been strangely frank and honest with him, plus very comfortable in his presence. She felt no burden, no need for secrecy if she showed any friendliness beyond professional. He was essentially a civilian on board, and most decorum was not necessary where he was concerned. It was certainly quite liberating.

She also realized she needed more friends than she'd allowed herself to have before. Lorad had quickly began filling that role nicely, though they'd hardly had a chance to spend time since their first meeting, she'd felt a connection, and today, she reckoned it was time they explored this friendship some more. Quite aware that she was asking him outside of his comfort zone, she wondered if she was putting any strain on his health and tolerances considering how Remans lived and the conditions of their world, so she'd checked everything and made sure the ship was equipped with a proper environment room if things got too uncomfortable for him. She herself enjoyed the chance to experience an Aldean late afternoon sun and the beach. No telling when they'd get a chance to experience this again, or if they'd live long enough for a next time, so best to make the most of it.

She'd thrown on a simple black two-piece bikini, and wore a loose white long sleeved blouse, white shorts, and flip-flops. The white clothing was a bit sheer, and her bikini was visible underneath them, but she didn't mind. Compared to some people, she was actually quite modest in her attire. She'd tentatively slipped her arm around Lorad's elbow, not sure if he understood the custom or gesture, so she let her limb hang loose unless he gave her an indication that this was all right with him. Once they beamed down, he spoke to her, and she smiled up at him, her brown eyes catching the rays of the sunlight and making them shine a little, “My pleasure, Lorad. Hey, if it gets too uncomfortable, let me know okay? There's a room that may be more to your liking below decks.”

[Lt Rhys Williams |Transporter Room 5| Deck 25| Vector 3| USS Theurgy] Atn: @Stegro88 , @Triage

Leave was calling. Rhys had been unsure and uncomfortable about it. There was so much work to do and so many people to see, but even he had to face the truth. He was stressed and flagging quite badly. He would not be surprised if he started to go grey before his time. The people who came to see him deserved better than someone barely struggling along and holding on to their own sanity by their fingertips.

Rhys was not great at relaxing, he was often a ball of emotional panicky stress. However, when he had heard that the Aldeans had allowed those crew on shore leave the use of a yacht that was something he found hard to resist. Rhys had loved the water all his life, he enjoyed messing about with boats and he had grown up in a good area for it. The Anglesey was a tiny island just off the Welsh coast, and the stretch of water between was called the Menai Straight. Rhys had been born practically on that coast and had swam from one coast to the other a few times.

The idea of spending time on The Eclipse was appealing. Just to take in the sea air and be on real water again. So, his appointments had been cleared, and Rhys was dressed very casually. A hoody with a zip down the centre and some shorts. He felt slightly odd being dressed that way in a transporter room, which was a sure sign it had been too long since he took any leave. He nodded to the operator and soon in a familiar flash of light he left The Theurgy.

[Lt. Rhys Williams| Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ]

On his way up from the transporter room, Rhys was more than a little over awed by the scale of the boat. He had known it would be big, but it seemed huge at least compared to the boats he had been used to using. It was lavishly decorated, perhaps a little too ostentatious for his tastes but still beautiful. The planet itself was warm, and he found himself unzipping his hoody and flapping it a little at himself in an ineffective method of keeping cool. “Only one thing for it.” He said to himself. “I think I have earned myself a cooling drink.” He smiled a big rare smile that few people ever really got to see, and set off in search of the bar.

Soon, the young man was stood at the bar a glass of chilled amber liquid in his hand looking out across the sea and letting out a sigh. Out of this sigh tensions and stresses he had been carrying with him for just this moment fell from his shoulders like rocks in a landslide. The air was warmer than where he had been born for sure, and boat was far grander, but he still felt this happy familiar feeling. Like he was treading over old paths he had not been down in years. He raised a silent toast to Aldea and stood staring out across the sea with not very much running through his head.

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[ LT. JG Adam Kingston | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie
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The transporter effect went away and he was immediately bombarded by the heat and sun. It was a little too much but thankfully he wasn’t wearing too much. His black thigh length shorts was probably not a good idea as black absorbs the sun but he was going for a theme here of a casual bow tie suit look. He would take the shorts off as he had matching themed boxers on with a print of a suit on it which he found amusing.

He looked around to see who else was onboard and found Rhys. He waved and grinned. "Hey man, nice day for a party." He said gesturing around at the pleasant peaceful day. "Do you know what they have planned for us?"

Adam noticed a Reman man, he went through his memory of ship reports and recalled his name is Lorad, speaking with a young woman, whom he recognised as the Captain’s Yeoman Cameron Henshaw. He gave a respectful head bob at them when they saw him. He’d wanted to meet the Reman but duties had prevented it so far. Now he could but he waited for Rhys’ response before he would excuse himself to say hello to Cameron and Lorad.

[ Deacon | K'Ren and Deacon's Quarters | Deck 10 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @SummerDawn 

Deacon stared at the outfit laid out on the bed chewing on the inside of his cheek.  It was a decision he'd put off until the last possible moment, even when he'd slipped into his uniform to prepare for the breakfast shift this morning.  True, it was a uniform in name only, having only a base resemblance to those worn by the rest of the crew, but it was a stylistic choice to blend in with the rest of the pride.

But now he stood in his boxers, his uniform neatly stowed, trying to decide which of the outfits he'd been given was the most appropriate.  Birthday gifts, mostly from K'Ren, inspired by images of his father that she had come across in reviewing his personnel file.  They had similar features, she'd posited, and as Deacon had no real experience or taste as far as Human fashion went, she felt this was a reasonable starting point for him to explore. 

He was absolutely forbidden to wear his traditional t-shirt and pants.  This was meant to be a party and if he showed up in his overly practical attire, she'd likely scratch his eyes out, and so the quandary persisted.  Still, this had, in part, been his idea.  Since returning from their last trip planetside, K'Ren had seemed... pensive, her encounter there seeming to have left a foul taste in her mouth.  He'd done his best to counsel her, assure her that danger did not persist in the shadows, but she did not share his faith in the Fanged God, and his words seemed to hold no lasting comfort for.

Lifting up one of the shirts, he pulled it on -- a charcoal button up replicated from a traditional Earth fabric.  Denim.  In fact, much of what he had been presented was made of the same material.  His father, it seemed, was a bit of a romantic for old textiles.  Still many of the old portraits made his more casual attire appear worn and unpresentable.  Deacon was thankful that K'Ren had considered his more fastidious leanings and avoided those articles that seemed torn and threadbare.

Lifting his gaze towards the door that lead to their bath, he knew K'Ren was preparing beyond. A faint chill ran down his spine.  The room was a touch colder than he preferred; as much of the ship tended to be.  Without his fur, it was difficult to remain warm.  What he had always seen as a matter of monkey modesty he supposed could double as monkey warmth.  Jeans.  That was the word given to the pants that he pulled on over his boxers, carefully maintaining his balance against the nearby chair. 

His boots seemed a bit much, but he had been presented with a pair of shoes that were said to be of an athletic design -- flexible in the feet and yet providing the ankle support he'd been prescribed thanks to his care at the hands of the Savi.  If he stayed barefoot, he had a tendency to lean forward into the balls of his feet and this would cause painful cramping in his legs after a time.  Two weeks later and it was still a struggle to keep his feet flatly planted against the ground.

The remainder was what he supposed others might call cosmetic -- a three tiered necklace of beads to represent his union with K'Ren and the memory of the kit they'd been denied; a leather bracelet on his right wrist to represent his grandfather and two more entwined on his left to represent his parents, and finally a hat to offset the forecast of a slight breeze and his glasses to avoid excessive stress on his eyes.  Well, they served other functions as well, not the least of which was to reinforce his memory when his prosopagnosia proved insurmountable.  It also allowed him to review texts from his classes during his down time.  Leisure was a luxury he tended to deny himself until he'd reached exhaustion.

Even this, despite his desire to enjoy the feel of a real sun on his face, was something he did for K'Ren and to keep an eye on the pride.  It was his training that kept him wary and his sense of responsibility that would not allow him to relax.

As the door opened to the bath, he looked up, holding his hands slightly to the side.  "Does this look correct?"

OOC - Deacon's attire for the party (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/326563683889053718/645854505761767424/Deacon_yachtparty2.png)

[ Tesserarius Lorad | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse ] Attn: @Triage
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When Cameron had slipped her arm around his elbow, Lorad was surprised at first. He hadn’t expected such a public display as was now experiencing but he also discovered in that moment that he enjoyed the feel of her arm on his own. He fully believed that if someone were in that instance to disrupt them, that he might throw them overboard, at the very least. Either way, her touch was relaxing him and making him forget about the anxiety he was feeling about being on unfavourable terrain; that is, the ocean that surrounded their vessel.

“I will,” Lorad affirmed, grateful for her concern. He had been working on his Federation Standard over their time at Aldea; more so in the last week when he had come to his decision. Now it was time to use it as best he could. “I should be alright though. I was told that my, ah, visor might be a bit odd here and I was given something to wear instead,” he attempted to explain. He wasn’t sure how clear he was though; he knew what he wanted to say but whether that was what emerged was another story. Reaching into the pocket of the shirt that he had also been provided, he withdrew the sunglasses and slowly settled them on his face. 

“How do I look?” Lorad asked, trying his best to offer a smile but knowing that his toothy visage didn’t help him appear as happy and liberated as he felt. Not even when he was with his family on Bacury III had Lorad felt as free as he did standing there on the deck of the Eclipse, even though he was surrounded by the ocean vast. And then there was Cameron Henshaw. Despite his recent encounters with other females, the Human beside him drew his attention, and held it; even in the face of the many others around them both that were wearing much less than she was. 

“So, what would you like to do first?” Lorad asked, not having a preference of his own. “Swimming in the ocean is beyond my abilities but I believe I could survive an encounter with the pool I was told this ship had. Among its many other features.”

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[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson | Pool Deck | Eclipse ]
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Climbing out of the pool, Donna pulled her wet hair back behind her ears and looked around at the new faces that had arrived while she had been swimming. She’d gotten here early, just as the sun had been rising, to enjoy the view before deciding that a relaxing swim in the water had been in order. The Eclipse had been emptier then, but it was now filling up as the day progressed and other members of the Theurgy crew decided to avail themselves of the generously offered facilities provided by the Aldean government.

Padding across the deck, water running off her body, the pilot walked up to the bar and stopped near two men, one wearing a hooded top and shorts while the other wore a ridiculous bow tie. She had seen both around the Theurgy a few times in the two weeks she had been aboard but had never spoken to either directly.

“Rum,” she requested of the bartender and as they moved off to get her drink, Donna turned to look around at the ship and the people gathered. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves and Donna couldn’t help but wonder how long their raised spirits would last.

They couldn’t hide here forever.

[ K'Ren (http://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=K%27Ren) | K'Ren and Deacon's Quarters | Deck 10 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @steelphoenix
[Show/Hide]Getting ready for this party, K'Ren had moved into the bathroom to let Deacon figure out his outfit while she preened herself. She'd been to these parties on earth during her time at the academy, and she'd been quite the social butterfly, enjoying the parties and social atmosphere. This time however, she wasn't sure if she wanted to go planet side again. She knew that she'd be surrounded by her crew-mates, and there were supposed to be guards posted to protect the group as a whole, but it didn't stop her from worrying, pensive Deacon had called it when he tried to reassure her they'd be safe.

But she was determined to go ahead with the party, make a public show of having shrugged off the Savi and Orion kidnappings, and was back to her normal self. She was physically back to her normal self, after the Orion kidnapping, the medical staff had determined that the nanite based drug they'd used to cause her pain (and break her will) had been interacting with her Caitian physiology, and she was forced to accept V9's offer to return her back to the hybrid state she was born as.

As a result, she looked more her again, her thick luxurious fur thinner and shorter, leaving her face looking more human, her dark hair more human like and pronounced. She'd already slipped into a white sundress, a classic summer party dress that showed off her body, not too much covered, but not too little, like a bikini might. The dress also let her tail hang out below it, a common challenge of wearing human outfits, the monkeys didn't have tails so it never factored into their clothing.

Finishing brushing her hair, making sure she was as close to perfect as she could be, K'Ren slipped on the last part of the outfit, a small silver necklace with a little string of beads on it, similar to one Deacon was wearing, a symbol of their mateship, and also a small symbol of their mourning for the cub they'd never see this side of death. Once clasped at the back, K'Ren was ready, and she took a couple of breaths, trying to calm her nerves.

Stepping out, she saw Deacon standing there, dressed and if she did say so, looking sharp in the outfit he'd chosen from the options she'd given him. She smiled, nodding. "It looks perfect Deacon. You look sharp and ready to party." She turned slowly, "What do you think mate? How do I look?"

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[Lt. Rhys Williams| Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Sqweloookle  @Stegro88

Rhys had been off in his own little world. A world of bitter sweet memories and enough nostalgia  to power a ship. So when he was greeted by Adam actually gave a start nearly leaping in the air and producing a noise that sounded worryingly like he had injured himself in some critical way. He placed a hand over his beating heart and laughed. “Sorry I was in my own little world there…” The site that greeted him involved the handsome Adam Kingston without a shirt.

This of course meant that Rhys went instantly red, and despite all of his efforts was staring at the other man’s chest. This had been a mistake clearly. There was a woman who had been getting out of the pool as well who had made his face go red. Rhys chastised himself for acting like a teenager meeting their favourite idol. Instead he attempted to remember himself and calm down. “Yes it’s a great day for a party. Sadly I don’t know what is planned. I’ve always just loved being on boats.” He smiled wistfully looking out over the sea.

He looked out of the corner of his eye at the other officer. “Do you have any hopes for what they might have planned for us?” Rhys had been eying the pool, and was sorely tempted to climb into the water and swim around. Clearly he should have been born into a species that was made for water rather than as a dull human. He sipped his drink and nodded in the direction of the bar. “Want something? The drinks are pretty good.” He smiled.

[ LT. JG Adam Kingston | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie @Stegro88
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It was one thing that drew Adam to Rhys was how cute he was when the counselor went red. The Master-At-Arms smiled at the blushing man and glanced at the other man’s chest as well. The urge to touch was just a little too overwhelming but he somehow managed to stay right where he was. ”I do apologise for surprising you Rhys.” He said as he followed Rhys’ gaze over to a woman getting out of the pool.

She was quite beautiful, and walked passed them to the bar. Adam smirked and when she looked back at their direction he waved at her. ”She’s pretty hot,” he remarked as he leaned over a bit to Rhys.

Adam suddenly recalled Rhys’ question and frowned. ”To answer your earlier question, some music would be good. Maybe some dancers.” He smirked. ”Aldea is famous for the arts so it would be great to hear and see some of it while we are here. Speaking of which, would you like to go see some art with me sometime Rhys?” He asked, since his leaving stasis he had felt more alive and being near death made him appreciate life more.

He didn’t want to miss any opportunities for anything. Again he recalled the last question Rhys asked. A drink offer. He had to think what he wanted, ”what are you drinking?” Adam asked gesturing to the beverage Rhys held.

[ Tesserarius Lorad | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse ] Attn: @Triage
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When Cameron had slipped her arm around his elbow, Lorad was surprised at first. He hadn’t expected such a public display as was now experiencing but he also discovered in that moment that he enjoyed the feel of her arm on his own. He fully believed that if someone were in that instance to disrupt them, that he might throw them overboard, at the very least. Either way, her touch was relaxing him and making him forget about the anxiety he was feeling about being on unfavourable terrain; that is, the ocean that surrounded their vessel.

“I will,” Lorad affirmed, grateful for her concern. He had been working on his Federation Standard over their time at Aldea; more so in the last week when he had come to his decision. Now it was time to use it as best he could. “I should be alright though. I was told that my, ah, visor might be a bit odd here and I was given something to wear instead,” he attempted to explain. He wasn’t sure how clear he was though; he knew what he wanted to say but whether that was what emerged was another story. Reaching into the pocket of the shirt that he had also been provided, he withdrew the sunglasses and slowly settled them on his face. 

“How do I look?” Lorad asked, trying his best to offer a smile but knowing that his toothy visage didn’t help him appear as happy and liberated as he felt. Not even when he was with his family on Bacury III had Lorad felt as free as he did standing there on the deck of the Eclipse, even though he was surrounded by the ocean vast. And then there was Cameron Henshaw. Despite his recent encounters with other females, the Human beside him drew his attention, and held it; even in the face of the many others around them both that were wearing much less than she was. 

“So, what would you like to do first?” Lorad asked, not having a preference of his own. “Swimming in the ocean is beyond my abilities but I believe I could survive an encounter with the pool I was told this ship had. Among its many other features.”

[ Ens. Cameron Henshaw (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Cameron_Henshaw) | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @SummerDawn, @SteelPhoenix, @Stegro88, @Juzzie & @Sqweloookle
[Show/Hide]Cameron was mildly impressed by Lorad's rapid improvements in Federation Standard. The availability of a Universal Translator often negated the need for knowledge on linguistics but it was a flaw that was easily exploited or used that can severely derail communications. So the fact that Lorad could speak sentences was most impressive to the young woman. And for her part, she'd taken some time to learn Reman words. Not that there was a danger here of the UT being compromised, but it felt good to know she could speak it if necessary. She wasn't going to win any spelling bees or spout Reman poetry anytime soon, but she reckoned she knew enough to save her life if she had to.

She smiled up at him when he asked how he looked with the sunglasses. She wasn't sure if he was grimacing though, but she kept smiling. “I think you look snazzy as the Risians say.”

In the course of their short conversation, other Theurgists were beginning to show up or made their presence known, and Cameron studied the people quietly, analyzing them without thinking. She realized she was falling back into her old habits as a Counselor, and mentally shook off the habit. Turning back to Lorad, she answered him easily, “Yeah, the pool sounds quite survivable, as opposed to the ocean.”

She felt a thrum on the floorboard and glanced over at a nearby server, who just smiled and nodded at her, offering a tray of delicacies to her. Politely accepting a type of finger food, she took the man's behaviour to mean that thrumming was perfectly normal on this planet. “Not that you'll see anything of real interest in Aldea's oceans. Almost every sea creature went extinct, and only the deep sea creatures may have potentially survived, but of those, I've only seen one, and he's a little fellow I named Marcell. Curious creature. Anyway, c'mon, lets see if all those swimming lessons paid off.” She slowly led him towards the pool, and she waved at the various people, even calling out, “Hullo Adam! Rhys! Care to join us for a little swim?”

She hadn't bothered to invite Donna whom she saw getting out of the pool and heading to the bar for a drink, and the newlyweds, on an instinctual memory about cats and water. But whether it really applied was another matter, but she smiled and waved at them too.

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[ Deacon | K'Ren and Deacon's Quarters | Deck 10 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @SummerDawn 

Overdressed.  That was the first word that came to mind.  Under any other circumstance, given the time off and opportunity, he would rather spend the time wrapped up in his mate's embrace in coital bliss, but his duties to both her and the ship required that he set aside such carnal mischief.  He wondered how many other males in his position with such opportunity would make the same choice.

A playful smirk tugged at his lips as he moved over to her, lightly stroking her cheek.  "Beautiful, as always," he stated, opting for his second, less-scandalous answer, letting his mischevious look hint at his initial instinct.  Fortunately, they would be beaming down to the ship, so it wasn't entirely necessary to arrive at the port to disembark, but delaying their arrival overmuch could be taken as disrespectful to their hosts.

"We should get to the transporter room and head down," he noted after a moment of silence.  "I've studied the course we're set to sail.  It should be rather warm most of the trip."  At this point, he couldn't be certain if he was reassuring her or making small talk to afford her the opportunity to forestall her discomfort or, alternatively, back out entirely.  It was the constant struggle between his two halves.  Here, he reasoned, that being Kzinti alone would make the moment all that much easier -- just to tell her to attend.  And yet, knowing his mate, such an edict would likely receive the Scar response.  Or at least end any potential for future mating he might hope to have.  No, humanity had the advantage here.

He held out his hand. "Ready?"

[ K'Ren (http://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=K%27Ren) | K'Ren and Deacon's Quarters | Deck 10 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @steelphoenix
[Show/Hide]K'Ren purred at the complement about her dress. She liked it, knew that human males enjoyed seeing her in it, and was pleased Deacon liked it. She also knew he preferred seeing her less clothed, they were both more comfortable naked, their respective species weren't as concerned with modesty as humans, natural fur was usually enough of a cover. Looking up into his eyes as he stepped closer, stroking her cheek, she leaned into his hand as he caressed her face.

"I guess we should," she said, far less ready for this then she was trying to put forward. She wanted to back out, stay on the ship and not go down. She also knew she needed to step out, face her fears like a grown women, and not let her fears hold her back. She'd survived this latest trial, though her failure to resist, her broken response to the Orion women just before her mate showed up, still nagged at her, still made her feel like a failure.

She looked at him, trying to psyche herself up, put on a strong face for her mate. She took his hand, forcing herself to do this. "No." she said softly, admitting the truth, "But we do this anyways."

[ Lt. Kala Marika (http://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Kala_Marika) | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @everyone
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[Show/Hide]Seeing the note to the ship's crew about a private party down on Aldea Prime, she just knew she had to go. She'd not taken a proper break from work since she'd transferred out of the shipyards in Mars, so the chance to get off this ship, even if for a few hours or a few days, was a welcome release. And with the beautiful conditions of the planet below, there was no way she could turn the offer down.

As she materialized, she had no idea who she'd meet, outside of the engineering staff, and the other survivors, she'd had little contact with the rest of the crew. At the very least, she might hopefully meet a few new faces. Dressed in white hiphuggers jeans and a bikini top (the bottoms were beneath her jeans, just in case) she wasn't out of place at the party. First thing to do was find a drink, and then she could start mingling. The bar thankfully, wasn't far away, under the shade of an awning near one side of the main deck, and she made an easy beeline for the bar.

It was only once she had a drink in hand, a classic Terran mojito, that she began to look around, seeing who all was here. There were a few men standing around, mostly in shorts though one wore a bowtie and cuffs on an otherwise bare body. She'd seen it before, in a Chippendale's show (they were still around) and it seemed a little out of place, but who was she to judge. She noticed an alien standing near a human lady talking. He looked vaguely Romulan, but more like a Romulan that'd caught a blast of warp plasma to the face. She wouldn't judge the man, he was an alien and who was she to judge standards of beauty, and his human companion seemed perfectly at ease with him.

Glancing around, she also noticed as another party beamed in, this time a couple from the looks of it, a rather tall striking human, with a noticeably shorter, feline on his arm. The man was very much human, tall, well built, the sort of guy who'd be a challenge to spar with. The women with him by contrast, a good foot shorter, lithe, almost skinny. Her features were feline, but also distinctly human as well, a hybrid no doubt, Cait most likely. She seemed to be holding onto him, perhaps unsure about a gathering like this?

[Lt. Rhys Williams| Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] @Sqweloookle @Stegro88

Rhys accepted Adam’s apology, with a friendly pat on the shoulder. “Its fine. After what we have all been through recently, I am sure I won’t be the only one who is a bit jumpy.” Many people on the ship seemed to have been conditioned to expect something bad to happen at any moment. Of course, that was because of everything that had piled onto their shoulders in recent times.

It was then of course that the embarrassment returned. Adam had noticed him eying and attractive woman. That of course made him pink faced and nervous. “Yes, she is…” He paused “Not that you are not either. You are very attractive.” This he mumbled quietly, at a volume that was calculated carefully to allow him to pretend he had said something else if Adam was not interested. Rhys was always nervous about expressing interest in others he had not done very well on the relationship front with either men or women. He came across as awkward and odd, which were not winning combinations. Most people liked someone outwardly confident, relaxed and cheerful. Rhys struggled to be any of those things.

Adan then mentioned dancers with a smirk. Rhys furrowed his brow. “Really. Sadly, I am not good at dancing myself. Far too un-coordinated.” He nodded about the art. He had heard Aldea was quite well know for that kind of thing but as far as art worked, he was a little bit of a philistine. Music he got, he played a couple of instruments passably. In addition, he seemed to have subconsciously slipped into various Welsh stereotypes one of which was for a love of singing. He had been in choirs and alike in his childhood in Wales and had shyly taken part in a few in Starfleet. “I’d be happy to go with you. Sadly, I know very little about art.” He smiled nervously and wondered if this was an offer of a date. It sounded like one but asking might shatter that precious illusion. So he kept his mouth shut on that score.

“Oh drinks?” he looked down at his nearly empty glass and drained it licked his lips and stared at the glass for a moment. “You know… I don’t think I asked. Its something Aldean” He said making a gesture. “I think…. Let’s ask the guy who served me?” He said smiling his little awkward smile.

[ LT. JG Adam Kingston | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Triage @Juzzie
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So many more people were appearing and he had waved at most of them before the Yeoman called at him and Rhys. ”Maybe in a bit,” Adam called back to the yeoman with a smile before turning back to Rhys. ”Speaking of which, I hope the crew is not draining the counseling department too hard,” Adam said with an encouraging smile.

Adam grinned. ”Why thank you, it’s the tie isn’t it?” He chuckled softly as he pointed to the collar and tie around his neck, it was feeling a little erotic but he quickly focused. ”Maybe I could teach you to dance?” Nope he lost it to the image of him and Rhys dancing, holding each other close as they swayed… Okay he blinked as he realised that Rhys had accepted his invite and grinned, it softened when Rhys seemed to not know much about, well most things.

”I don’t know much either, I just like looking at it,” Adam said, he rubbed his hands together. ”Excellent, it’s a date,” he declared and then his stomach rumbled clearly reminding him about that drink and maybe some nibbles.

”Yeah I think we should go ask the bartender, are you hungry?” Adam asked gesturing for Rhys to accompany him to the bar.

[ Samala | Pool Deck | Eclipse ]
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Samala had been almost at the door to the quarters she shared with her brother Lorad, when the Reman in question stepped out of them, wearing the oddest set of garments, she had ever seen him garbed in. It was positively Terran in its design. Black shorts that left his lower legs exposed and a black shirt of the same colour but decorated with a flame design reaching up from the bottom hem of it. She was so taken aback by the situation that she couldn’t help but stalk after her brother to find out where he could be going.

Samala didn’t know the Terran female that her brother met outside the ship’s transporter room but had seen her around the ship during her walks. Her outer clothing did little to hide the swimwear that she wore beneath it and the sight of the two of them together perplexed her in a way she couldn’t quite describe. As they entered the transporter room, Samala turned about and sprinted back to her quarters. Not 5 minutes later, the hybrid returned to the transporter room, now freshly showered and casually dressed, and commanded the operator to send her to the same place that he had sent her brother and the woman.

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[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson | Pool Deck | Eclipse ]
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Donna was enjoying her drink, watching as those around her chatted and relaxed in a way that only shore leave allowed. She had spied Lorad with Ensign Henshaw and smiled to herself, thinking how different the two of them were to each other. Still, sometimes it was that difference that drew people together. And if anyone needed someone in their lives that they could count on, it was those too.

As the two passed her, headed towards the pool, Donna caught movement out of the corner of her eye and turned to see Samala, Lorad’s younger sister, lurking in the shadows near the transporter room. The woman’s gaze was locked onto her brother’s back and it suddenly dawned on Donna that Samala was stalking her brother. Grinning to herself, she picked up her drink and sidled over to lean against the doorframe in front of girl.

“They make an interesting pair, your brother and the Ensign,” Donna observed as she watched Lorad step into the pool and offer his cybernetic hand to his companion. “Why don’t we go to one of the upper decks and talk more there?”

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[ Tesserarius Lorad | Pool Deck | Eclipse ] Attn: @Triage 
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Lorad, somewhat uncomfortable in the social setting but unwilling to show it, remained calm as Cameron guided him across the deck of the yacht towards the pool. The thrum of what he assumed was the vessel’s engines could be felt through his feet, but he paid it no mind as the ship’s crew seemingly ignored it. Instead he focused on his companion.

She looked, to his mismatched eyes, completely at ease and without a care in the galaxy. He wasn’t sure if this was truly the case or not, but he decided against bringing it up unless she did. No sense in causing trouble where there seemingly was none. If she was troubled, then this could be an escape from it. If she wasn’t then this was a way to recovery from her recent past.

“Indeed,” Lorad intoned when Cameron mentioned his swimming lessons. Much like his command of Federation Standard, he had been working towards improving his lack of ability in the water. He still had a long way to go but he believed he would not immediately drown if he entered it now. As they walked, he noticed Donna standing at the counter enjoying a drink and his mind flashed back to the day he had spent with her, being drawn by the Trill, and what had happened afterwards. Thinking on it, he understood now that that had been a physical encounter, nothing more. Today, now, was an emotional one. He wanted to connect with Cameron Henshaw, to understand her. But did she want the same of him?

Pausing at the side of the pool, Lorad looked down at the Terran at his side and wondered what, if anything he should say? Would it be rude to ask? Presumptuous? Shedding his footwear, Lorad stepped down into the water, descending the steps until the water was around his knees. Turning back, Lorad held out his end, offering to help Cameron into the water if she wished.

“Cameron,” Lorad said, looking at her, his arm still outstretched. “I am grateful you asked me here today. But I curious. Why did you ask me here?”

[ Ens. Cameron Henshaw (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Cameron_Henshaw) | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @SummerDawn, @SteelPhoenix, @Stegro88, @Juzzie & @Sqweloookle
[Show/Hide]Why indeed. Cameron smiled the whole time, but her eyes were searching within herself as she stared straight at the Reman. Was it odd that she felt comfortable around him? Maybe it was because whatever baggage either carried with them, it was unrelated to one another, or that they didn't unload it upon each other. Whatever it was, the girl wasn't sure, but she formulated as logical an answer as she could on short notice, “Because you're my friend, and because...I guess I wanted to spend some time getting to know you a bit better.”

She smiled wanly and looked away for a moment, staring out over the sea. There were odd ripples in the water close to the boat.

“It feels like this will go on forever,” said Cameron, “but I know it won't, so I figure we should all enjoy it as much as we can while we can.”

She craned her neck to look up at him, since she stood so close to him, it was hard to look right into his eyes from her angle, “Maybe you might want to stay here, even. It's not the most comfortable, I guess, but I think there's worse places to live in.”

She had accepted his offered hand when he'd given it to her, and she daintily stepped into the pool, only her footing was not as accurate as she hoped and she slipped down the last few steps, her face colliding violently against Lorad, “Owph!”

She learnt that day how solid Remans could be, and she'd be lucky if she didn't need a nose readjustment later. Balancing against him, Cameron shook her head, trying to uncross her eyes, “Sorry! Yeah, I'm fine...I think. Nothing broken...”

She touched her nose lightly, nothing broken, but a droplet of red slid out one nostril, “Oh bollocks...”

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Nolan 
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Faye was humming a tune that only she could hear as she strode up the steps and out into the bright sunlight of Aldea Prime. The deck moved subtly under her bare feet with each step she took, which was something she wasn't used to, but the very small patch under her right ear should take care of that. She'd had a quick check in and chat with medical earlier that morning, before beaming down to the yacht, and was reassured that the device was calibrated to prevent motion sickness - sea sickness, specifically - in Betazoid women.  Thus she'd be able to enjoy the party without worrying about losing her breakfast.

And speaking of medical, she thought with a grin, turning and walking backwards a bit, to hold a hand out to the woman that followed her onto the deck. News that general leave was granted to all crew on a rotating cycle to attend a party hosted on the crews behalf by the Aldean locals had once again tugged at Faye's heart strings, and justifying this as a 'diplomatic outing' she'd decided that it would highly rude not to attend. And there was no way she was going to a party without a date. While the defrosted telepath had a few friends (with benefits) she might have called on for an escort to the boat bash, luck would have it that a certain nurse was free at the same time. Schedules had simply worked out that way, with no needed adjustments for 'diplomatic purposes' (this time) and Faye pounced on the opportunity to drag Riley Patterson out on a date.

Relations between the two had steadily, if swiftly, escalated to something rare and special, and the Betazoid was feeling playful, willing to put a little risk into things for a party where no one's rank or position would be on display. The Theurgy was a massive Dreadnaught-type ship, and even understaffed as it was, there were a lot of people in the crew (many of which were recent 'transfers' from vessels no longer in service). She was reasonably certain no one at the party would care that an Ensign brought a Petty Officer along as a date. If they noticed at all.

Thus it was that she came to a stop, one hand on her yellow bikini clad hip, the other gripping Riley's tightly as she surveyed the pool deck. The wind off the port bow came up and blew her hair back, bringing with it the smells and sounds of the ocean - sensations she was starting to truly love, given how many times she'd hit the beaches here since their ship had made orbit. The eventual departure was going to be hell on her, but as the Terrans were fond of saying, that was 'future Faye's' problem. Faye of today had no worries at all,

"I think we found the right place," she said with a wide grin, turning to glance up at the human woman who stood all of an inch taller than her. There was a hint of thrill in her voice, fed from the very public nature of what was happening, and the feelings of excitement  from everyone around them. It was infection, and a smile split her face and she wagged her eyebrows, working to elicit a laugh from the non-com.

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[ Tesserarius Lorad | Pool Deck | Eclipse ] Attn: @Triage
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Lorad feared he had overstepped with his question when Cameron didn’t reply at first. He went back over the words he had used to ask his question and as far as he could tell, there was no hidden meaning or insult in them; not that he was an expert. According to the programs he had been working through, his Federation Standard was at a rudimentary level. It was improving, but slowly as he had to develop skills in other areas of the language beyond just speech to progress to the next level.

When she finally started to speak after what felt like an eternity, Lorad listened as she explained her reasons. And he echoed those reasons. He wanted to spend time with her and get to know her better as well. Something drew her attention for a moment but before he could see what it was, Cameron had begun speaking again, drawing him back to her.

“Nothing lasts forever,” Lorad intoned softly, looking down at the Terran. She was so much shorter and smaller than he was that Lorad had to remind himself to always be wary of where she was. He had seen the aftermath of someone colliding with her and he didn’t want to be the cause of something similar. “All we have is now.” 

Lorad’s answer to her proposal of staying on Aldea was interrupted by Cameron’s less than graceful entry into the pool. He wasn’t sure what had caused it but she had slipped somehow and the hand that had been offered to steady her instead acted like a pivot, bringing Cameron’s face around to slam into Lorad’s firm frame. The impact hadn’t even unsteadied the Reman but soon enough he discovered that Cameron had not been so lucky as he watched blood begin to slip from her nose.

Lorad dropped, quite abruptly, to sit on the pool’s steps, bringing his face down so that it was on the same level as Cameron’s he still held onto one of her hands and found his other grasping her upper arm to hold her still. He wasn’t even sure when it had gotten there. Still, the blood remained his focus and the Reman began to worry about what other injuries she might have. He brought the hand from her arm up to check her but seeing it next to her head, comparing the size of his Reman hand to her face, Lorad drew back, afraid to hurt her even more than he already had.

“I’m sorry, Cameron,” Lorad apologised, his eyes dropping to the water of the pool. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her and the look of fear and reproach that he was certain was on her face. “I’m very sorry.”

[ Deacon | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @SummerDawn  @Sqweloookle  @Stegro88  @Juzzie  @Triage  @Brutus

Deacon's eye crossed the assembled members of the crew, a faint scowl marking his features as he caught a glimpse of some of the attire that they had felt appropriate for such a gathering.  Clearly he would need to keep tabs on the crew lest the inevitable lasciviousness unfold.  It was unfortunate he did not have control of the intoxicants for this event as he has a feeling they may well play a large hand in any future foolishness.

Still, he could not recall the captain giving any explicit direction regarding appropriate clothing so it was hardly a matter he could chastise them over.

Placing a hand reassuringly on her own wrapped around his arm, he tilted his head slightly.  "Do you want a drink?"  In small doses, he knew that alcohol could at least ease nerves and he was concerned that K'Ren may be too much inside her own head to relax.  But they were among the crew and he was there to ensure nothing untoward might befall her.

"Or there is a pool," he added, allowing his gaze to move on towards the amenities that appeared to have attracted a healthy amount of activity.  "Or we could look out at the ocean," he offered, indicating a row of seats near the aft of the deck offering an unobstructed view of the glimmering horizon.

It was a struggle for him to set his pride to the side, to indulge his human half and leave the decision to K'Ren, but he didn't want to dominate her or overwhelm her.  He wanted her as she had been when he first met her -- someone who could put him in fear of his own life.  He paused, considering that thought for a prolonged moment before giving her a wry smirk of assurance.

[ PO2 Riley Patterson | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Brutus

Riley had worked yesterday evening and had found the time to sleep in before Faye woke her up. The Betazoid had already dressed herself up in the yellow clad bikini as she had asked Riley along for a party aboard a yacht of all things. Patterson hadn't been sure if she were dreaming or not, though the Betazoid had made a perfectly good example to illustrate that this was in fact real time and real world. Dragging herself out of bed, Riley had continued to take a sonic shower before replicating herself a black bikini. She produced a thin blue veil to cover her up so she'd be at least decent when roaming throughout the ship and down on the planet.

Being lead through the ship until they came to a stop on a more overseeing area, Riley was holding hands with Faye as she breathed in the ocean smell and felt the warm sun on her. It reminded her of their little trip to the beach, a decadent feast of lust and flesh. A bonding experience all together though as the two lovers simply were brought closer to one another. Riley undid the veil she had been wearing and as the sun kissed her skin, the nurse sighed at her choice of bikini. She undid the straps a little in order to prevent some tan lines as the fabric held on perfectly to her chest.

The Betazoid pointed out that they found the right place and her non verbal suggestion triggered the non com to laugh and shake her head before she traced her fingers over her cheek, pushing some hair aside "You're so adorable at times." she replied with a grin before she kissed Faye's shoulder and hugged her from behind "Where do you want to go first?" she asked as she looked around, taking in the sights and various ongoing activities. She worked her hair into two braids and tails before letting them hang loosely as she pursed her lips together.

Oddly enough, Riley had a song stuck in her head, unsure where she heard it or where it originated from. Unbeknownst to her it was the same tune Faye had been humming earlier on as she swayed her hips to the tone that was stuck in her head.

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[ Ens. Cameron Henshaw (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Cameron_Henshaw) | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Brutus, @Nolan, @SummerDawn, @SteelPhoenix, @Stegro88, @Juzzie & @Sqweloookle
[Show/Hide]“Good heavens,” said Cameron with a small laugh, “what are you being sorry for? I'm the one who introduced her face to that hull plating you call your body.” she playfully slapped her palm against his solid chest two times, the impact of which would have been felt if she were perhaps a hundred pounds heavier, at least.

He'd moved to sit on the steps so that he was eye level, but his touch and act was as if she were made of glass...

Well, compared to most beings, I suppose I am. thought Cameron, and she mentally shrugged, though she realized he seemed to feel guilty far more than he should. She gave him a small smile and gently touched her fingertips to his chin, whilst her other hand lightly covered the bleeding nose, trying to stop it. Slowly she applied some strength to tilt his face and make him look at her. “Hey,” she said softly, “it's not your fault, you understand?”

With a slight shake of her head and another smile, she began the slow trek back out of the pool to sit on a nearby chair, “I don't think people will fancy me bleeding all over the pool. I better get something to staunch this first. Excuse me,” she looked toward a passing waiter, who noticed her injury, “I don't suppose you have a first aid kit handy?”

He smiled and nodded, then bustled away quickly. “At least this won't be for long...”

[Lt. Rhys Williams| Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Sqweloookle

When Adam expressed his hope that the crew were not draining the Counsellors too hard, all Rhys could do was shrug expressively. It was a shrug that told people an awful lot. Mainly that yes, they were over worked and being drained too hard, but there was nothing that could really be done about it.

It was sad but it was true, it was like the medical staff they had bodies in front of them that needed fixing and until they were fixed they would have to except the over work. The Counsellors were just the same, except the department was smaller, and it was harder to get people to come and seek treatment. People were happy to seek treatment for a broken leg, but a broken mind seemed to be a different matter altogether. They could never really turn people away as it was so hard to get them through the doors in the first place. Mental health was often the first thing people neglected even amongst the wisest of officers. 

When Adam offered to teach Rhys to dance he blushed more and simply nodded. “Sure.” He said softly in reply. Though in truth the thought of it embarrassed him. He had a feeling he would look stupid dancing and was nervous about humiliating himself.

When Adam suggested they go eat, Rhys smiled broadly. “OH yes. I’ve been wanting to try some local food.” One of the few ways in which Rhys displayed any adventurousness was in his desire to try alien cuisine. No matter how weird or outlandish it was to the human palette he always gave it a go. Rhys smiled happily and followed Adam like a puppy who had just been promised a treat.

[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson & Samala | Top Deck | Eclipse | Aldea ] Attn: @Brutus @Nolan
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"So, any more thoughts on what you are going to do now?” Donna asked Samala as the two of them stood on the upper deck looking out at the ocean. Unlike her brother, the hybrid didn’t seem to have much of an issue with direct sunlight. Donna herself found it wonderfully awesome as she let herself dry off from her earlier swim. “You know that the Theurgy won’t be staying at Aldea. Repairs will be completed eventually or something else will come up and we’ll be forced to leave. And while no one is going to kick you off the ship, everyone needs a purpose.”

“Are you are saying that I should assist you in your mission?” Samala wondered, glancing around as she heard voices approaching. Two females, both Terrans by the looks of them, were just now stepping out onto the same deck as them. “Next you’ll suggest I should join the crew?”

“I’m not suggesting anything,” Donna said, also taking note of the new arrivals but making no move towards them as yet. “But, if you were wanting to join the crew, I’d suggest either speaking to Lieutenant Veradin, the Acting Chief CONN Officer or Commander Ducote, the Executive Officer and Officer in Charge of Personnel. Ultimately, I believe it will be the Captain’s decision but you’ll need to convince either or both of them before they bring it to his attention."

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[ Tesserarius Lorad | Pool Deck | Eclipse | Aldea ] Attn: @Triage
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Lorad waited as the waiter that Cameron had requested the kit from returned with it. In this situation, Lorad himself felt somewhat helpless. He was better at breaking things than mending them he knew, but he still felt like he should be doing something given that he was, in some way, responsible for her injury. Standing next to her, Lorad thought about what he should say.

“I, am still sorry,” he began slowly, struggling with his words. “If I had helped you better, you would not have slipped. But I not want to hurt your hand,” Lorad explained as he watched. A thought occurred to him as he watched. “You not upset? Is this normal for you?”

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Nolan @Sqweloookle @Juzzie 
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Contented to be held, Faye settled back into Riley's grip and let her gaze wander some more. She saw a few familiar faces, members of the ships crew that she'd either met in passing, or had worked with hand in hand on some assignment. Most of which would have been after her defrosting. By that same token, many were faces unfamiliar to her. Two weeks at Aldea had not been long enough for her to familiarize herself with all the new personnel acquired from the multitude of ships and sources that the Theurgy had encountered during the diplomats enforced slumber.

She did recognize Cameron Henshaw, though not the Reman she was speaking to. At least not personally. She'd heard of the man, of course. Hard not to. There weren't exactly a lot of Reman's running around, and definitely not on the Theurgy. At some point she figured that her duties would bring her into contact with him, but that time hadn't come yet. Still, she wondered what was going on there, and let her eyes sweep the deck again, not really seeing anyone she knew by name. Someone had just crawled out of the pool and a few others were gathered about, hanging near the railing, wandering over the party deck. A small crowd, but Faye was sure they would grow as the morning worked its way toward midday.

Tilting her head to the side she placed a kiss against Riley's cheek, and let her mind drift for a second, before coming to a realization. "You haven't had anything to eat yet, have you?" The diplomat had woken up hours before the nurse, and consumed breakfast already. She'd been fed but her paramour had missed out, because she'd rushed them both down to the yacht party as soon as she could manage. She pursed her lips and then gave a little shrug, cheeks coloring ever so slightly. It was her fault that Riley hadn't had a bite to eat since the previous night. 

"I think the first thing we do is see about a buffet line, or getting a meal. Parties like this always have options, especially when people are going to be threading in and out." Now that she thought about it, she felt a bit hungry herself. Which was out of character, since she had already eaten a few hours ago. Yet her stomach gave a little rumble, just as she'd imagined Riley's might. [color=red["Guess I'm projecting a bit,"[/color] she mused with a little laugh. 

"But hey, its a chance to try more of the local grub. Time to go exploring strange new culinary worlds!" She took Riley by the hand, heading toward where she thought the food might be.  If nothing else the bartender would probably know, and thus the duo found themselves following along behind two of the men attending the party. Faye felt her eyebrows ride up and the urge to giggle had to be violently suppressed when she got a good look at what one of them was wearing. There was no denying that the bow tie was a cute little accent piece, but then, the whole out fit could be called 'little' and still be generous.

[ K'Ren (http://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=K%27Ren) |  Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @steelphoenix
[Show/Hide]K'Ren tensed a little as the transporter beam gripped her, it would be some time before she felt truely safe and comfortable with the feeling of beaming, it'd become marked in her psyche as part of the Savi abduction and even when she knew it was safe, it still didn't feel quite so. But as the beam despoisted her on the top deck of the ship, she breathed a sigh on relief inside. She also lowered sunglasses to her eyes, they were still healing after two major corrections, and she'd need some time for her brain to adjust to the higher light levels, levels her Cait eyes were used to, but not her human ones.

Surveying the deck, she could see the crew in various states of dress from more thorough coverings like her own, to some coverings she could hardly call covering. But such was Monkey modesty, so inconsistent, and so arbitrary at times. A female could prance around with cloth barely covering her reproductive organs, barely an inch in diameter and be accepted, yet remove same said garment, revealing little else, and they freaked out about inappropriate dress and scandalous behaviour. She did purr as she watched the crew enjoying themselves, what mattered was they were relaxing, though she had to admit the pheremones, esecially the ones that drove them to mate and reproduduce, were thick in the air even if they didn't notice it.

K'Ren looked up at her mate, softly smiling, hoping he wasn't too worried about her, even as she knew he was, his body language, and the feelings through the bond told her as much as she needed. It was of course two way, and he knew how she was feeling, how she was reacting. "Let's. Perhaps something light, my tolerance for alcohol is rather low, moreso right now."

She glanced over when he suggested they might perhaps try the pool, or go watch the ocean. The pool sounded good, a chance to swim, perhaps enjoy time with her mate. She'd anticpated this and beneath her sundress lay what humans called a bikini, one of those garments that showed off a lot but kept the humans happy she'd remained covered while she swam. As they started towards the bar, she nodded, "I would enjoy a swim after we get drinks. But you must come in with me mate, fooling around in the water can be fun." She nuzzled his side, "Humans sometimes find water arousing, exactly why I do not know, but my human side desires to play around in it with you."

[ PO2 Riley Patterson | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Brutus

A sweet kissed was pressed against her cheek and Riley couldn't help but smile contently as Faye continued to oversee the party. The diplomat asked if Patterson had eaten anything already and the nurse shook her head slowly "No, you literally dragged me out of bed Imzadi." she answered with a coy smile to her features as Faye had literally stormed into the room and found Riley still sleep drunk in her bed.

Riley's stomach did feel quite empty and the suggestion to grab a meal was a welcome thought "Sound great!" she bubbled with a smile and grabbed onto Faye's hand as she followed her brunette lover through the ship's length. She eventually stopped behind Faye as they were in a queue. Well what one could call a queue as it were just two men in front of them. For some reason, Riley could feel something amusing and as he eyes looked past Faye she could see what.

"Hum..." she whispered to Faye as she looked over Kingston's outfit and checked out Rhys after that. It was when it hit her that it was Rhys! She wasn't sure if the counselor would recognize her from the various run by's in Sickbay. Regardless though Riley hid herself a bit behind Faye just in case. Not that she minded being seen in public with Faye, but unsure how an officer would react to their relationship. She dug her face into Faye's hair a little as she squeezed Faye's hand slightly without saying anything more. She was still really hungry now though, so moving away from the buffet line wasn't entirely an option.

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Logan was in his bunk. He couldn't sleep and the time passed more and more slowly with every passing second. He had not been allowed to enter a cockpit for a whole week. He was tired of it. Zeke was no different. Both talked for hours about the strange situation, seeking the conversation with the established crew members in the Below Decks Lounge on deck 28 and had to have several boring conversations with the Counselor. Somehow, they didn't seem to find any real connection to the crew. Some even stared at him in a curious way, which was probably due to his new skull decoration. Every now and then he stopped by the hangar, but even there he was lost in the sheer hustle and bustle of the masses. Everyone was either on patrol or on the planet surface. Logan was bored to death.

Finally, he pulled himself together and said "Computer. Light." The lights went on and he went to his terminal. "Computer, please locate Ezekiel Jackson." He had not even asked him for his quarters, he noticed. Zeke had always stopped by his place, and the question had never come up. "Ensign Jackson is currently not aboard the ship." The computer announced. Logan sighed. Okay, Zeke. That's not very nice of you. I hope she has some strong arguments in her favor for ditching me! Logan searched his PADD and found a message from his best friend. He was invited by a handsome Bolian man to attend a party on a yacht and Logan could join them anytime he want to. So, there you go. A handsome Bolian, huh? Logan paused to think. He hadn't been to a party in a while. This could be fun. He made up his mind quickly. "Computer, tell me where the nearest transporter room is." "Transporter room 3. Vector 2. Deck 12," the machine replied in its own neutral feminine tone. He was just about to leave when his gaze fell on the mirror.

"Stop! You can't get out that way. You need something more suitable, flyboy." Said and done. Logan made a short detour over the Replicator and had a pair of grey-brown jeans, a simple black T-shirt, a light brown leather jacket and swimwear made for himself, besides some good boots. In addition, there was enough money for a pleasant evening and so Logan was ready to go. If he was not allowed to fly, he could at least have a good time in another way.

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When he materialized again on the yacht, he already heard the humming basses and the party life pressing to his ears. A sexy dressed waitress approached him to escort him down from the transporter platform and handed him a drink. "Welcome to the Eclipse." Logan grabbed the glass, winked boldly asked her where to find the dance floor. As she pointed it out Logan poured his drink, some Aldean booze, down and whispered to himself "Showtime." Somewhere around here, Zeke had to hang out with his date.  Logan was curious to see who it was.

He'd forgotten he wasn't much of a dancer, but somehow it didn't matter to him. He enjoyed the time. The music was pounding out of the speakers and people were in a good mood. Logan just let 'em drift along, always looking for his buddy. After a while he found out where Zeke was, and Logan certainly did not wanted to join them there. He was laughing, enjoying himself. Time to get some air.

The music became quieter and quieter. There were now more places where people could sit down and chat or eat. Logan didn't know many of the faces and he couldn't assign the others. He had seen some of the people before but didn't know exactly where. Eventually a light summer wind blew into his face. Logan took off his jacket and threw it over his shoulder. The sun warmed the top deck and the view was fantastic. The sea was everywhere. It was quiet, but not lonely. A welcome change from the last days on the ship. Logan went to the railing and leaned against it for a moment when a familiar voice came to his ear. "Hey, Chance. How are you?" he greeted his fellow Squadmate and discovered that she was not alone. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you."

[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson & Samala | Top Deck | Eclipse | Aldea ] Attn: @Nero
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Different people had come and gone as Samala stood there, leaning against the side rail and looking out over the sea, willing it to give her some foresight into her decision. As Donna had said, she would need to make her choice sooner rather than later. It was not something that she had been actively avoiding doing; rather that she had simply been ignoring it each day and pushing it back to the next one. Samala didn’t want to leave her brother, but she wasn’t yet sure if that desire was enough to make her go against her need to somehow fight back against the Romulans that had taken almost everything away from her.

Movement behind her drew her attention and she turned to see a Terran male standing nearby with a drink in his hand. Samala didn’t recognise him but when he spoke, he addressed them, or more specifically, Donna, as if he knew her. Her curiosity getting the better of her, Samala glanced at Donna, the unspoken question clear on her face.

“Chance is my callsign,” Donna clarified for the young hybrid before turning back to look at Logan. “Hi Logan,” she greeted the fellow pilot. “How are you feeling today? Have they cleared you yet?”

[Lt. JG Logan Hale, callsign "Wraith" (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Logan_Hale,_callsign_"Wraith")| Top Deck | Eclipse | Aldea ] Attn: @Stegro88 
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"Thanks for asking. I'm feeling quite well, considering the circumstances." Logan smiled. He pointed to the metal skull plate on his head and added that not much could be broken there anyway. Logan looked at her and her friend. He noticed her reactions and once again found that others actually had more trouble coping with his new style than he did. Logan noticed that their hair was wet and a few drops of water glittered on their skin. He concluded that they had recently gone swimming. The pilot walked a few steps towards them and leaned against the railing next to them. He took a sip of his drink. For a moment he gazed into the calm sea. "No." he said then. Logan had to smile briefly concerned and shook his head. "No, they haven't released me yet." But then he added more optimistically "But I expect to get the clearance in the next few days."

He was looking forward to finally climbing back into the cockpit and feeling the freedom that flying gave him. Strangely enough, he was even looking forward to going back to work. But if he was honest with himself, the long recovery period did him less good than expected. Every day he fought the urge to sneak into his fighter and kidnap her for a short flight. But the monotony that kept him tied to the ground would soon be behind him, he was very sure of that. Soon he would circle the skies again like a free bird. He wondered if Zeke thought alike. I never asked you that either, my friend. I really do have some catching up to do.

"Oh, I just miss my lovely Valravn. I just can't wait to fly again." He admitted with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "But what about you, Donna? You haven't answered my question." he said, adding with a genuinely nice smile, "And would you like to introduce me to your pretty companion?"
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[ Deacon | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @SummerDawn  @Sqweloookle  @Stegro88  @Juzzie @Triage  @Brutus  @Nolan  @Nero

At K'Ren's qualified agreement, Deacon flagged down one of the nearby servers.  He'd taken some time to study the available menu to ensure nothing of obvious offense would be presented, whether culturally or biologic.  It was a challenge to ensure that everyone would be adequately compatible with what they might put into their mouths.

In K'Ren's case, he had been far more diligent, not wishing to give ever the slightest opportunity to upset her constitution as it recovered from so many procedures received in relatively rapid succession.  "One marziki," he stated to the server, nodding towards K'Ren to indicate the appropriate recipient.  It was a local drink made with fruit juice with a touch of alcohol to accentuate its more citrus flavors and was, in fact, the basis of a great many other beverages that differed by the additions they called for above and beyond the initial recipe. "And a glass of kasatrine for myself."  His drink, however, was little more than the base juice.  He'd found the alcohol did not agree with him and there was no social cause great enough to call for him to set aside his inhibitions.

Inhibitions were the basis of control and control was something he cultivated very carefully where he could.

When K'Ren then turned her attention to the pool, there was a momentary satisfaction that she had taken an interest in being social with the others, but when she insisted that he partake as well, a faint grumble caught in his chest.  As a Kzin, he had little desire to immerse his fur in water as it tended to weigh him down and lingered all day despite the influence of sun or towel.  Even now, with his fur all but gone save for his tail and the hair atop is head, he was not overly fond of being wet.

He gave a sideways glance at his wife. "That is why you set out such unusual underwear for me..."  What he had thought boxers were truly swim trunks as monkey modesty would find the idea of him stripping completely for the pool somewhat off-setting.  With a sigh, shoulders slumping, he acquiesced with a single provision.  "If the water is warm.  I have no desire to be colder."

[ LT. JG Adam Kingston | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie
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They arrived at the food bar? Adam surmised as the area had food of so much variety that he didn’t know where to look. It did seem like the best idea to have everyone pick at what they wanted then do made-to-order as the yacht’s crew can have the leftovers.

Adam gestured to the assortment as he looked at Rhys. "I don’t know about you but I have not seen this much food since a birthday party back home." He said then cringed a little at the word home. It was a touchy subject now that the Theurgy crew were effectively kicked out and banished.

He hoped they will be able to clear their names and expose the parasites soon, Adam had no doubt everyone onboard wanted to go back to Earth or wherever they lived in the Federation one day very soon.

"So what are you game enough to start with?" Adam asked with a playful challenge as he grabbed plates allowing Rhys to be the one to actually get their food, using whatever tools, to transfer it to their plates. "If it looks familiar, just be careful." He chuckled as he probably made that mistake at some point in his career.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Nolan @Juzzie @Sqweloookle 
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Itsy-bitsy-teensy-weeny, Faye thought to herself, humming an ancient tune her mother used to sing whenever Faye would prance about in her admittedly small bikini's back home. When she bothered with them at all. Still, it fit the man before her. Adam Kingston. It took her a moment to place the face and the name, but he had been aboard the Theurgy when she'd made her mad dash out of the Sol system. She remembered him, though only in passing. She had no direct knowledge of what he'd gone through in the months that she had lingered in stasis.

Turning her head to look over her shoulder at her Imzadi, Faye felt her lips curling into a wicked smile. "Hiding?" She whispered, finding the whole situation rather amusing now. She picked up just enough from Riley to get the gist of what was going through the nurses mind without reading her like an open book - though she knew she could, without any complaint from the non-commissioned officer. A deep and abiding trust, that still humbled the lithe diplomat. All the same, she kept her mind to herself and just skimmed, giggling.

Still holding the suddenly shy nurses hand, Faye saddled up right behind Rhys and Adam, leaning over the table and admiring the spread of food for the buffet. Idly, she wondered if the Aldean's had something equivalent to the Terran Mimosa, one of those morning alcoholic drinks that were some how more socially acceptable to imbibe before the middle of the afternoon. Running a thumb across Riley's fingers, the Betazoid hummed and hawed for a moment, before picking up a plate. "Well, fruit is the smartest way to go and there looks to be plenty of that, but I think I see some kind of pastry a bit further down. Nothing like a good sugar high first thing in the morning, right Imzadi?

Faye wasn't going out of her way to draw attention to herself and her paramour, but neither was she trying to keep her voice down. There really were a lot of options available to them, and she intended to indulge her sweet tooth - and her impish nature. As such, she brought Rileys hand up and kissed the knuckles, which served to tug the nurse in closer; as if she wasn't close already. Just a little harmless public flirting, that's all. Nothing to write home about.

[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson & Samala | Top Deck | Eclipse | Aldea ] Attn: @Nero
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Samala had been gazing at the new arrival, a little irked that he had interrupted Donna and her conversation when she noted the metal plate embedded in the skin on the side of his head. The obvious sign of treatment for an injury reminded her of what her Lorad had recently gone through. Much like her brother after the battle with the Borg, this Logan had suffered a grievous injury and it seemed that only Federation medical technology had saved his life. Still, that didn’t mean he had to be rude.

“Don’t be rude,” Samala demanded, her voice hardening. “And don’t call me pretty.”

“Easy Samala,” Donna interceded before the situation could escalate. She knew that Samala had something of a temper and didn’t want anything to happen to either of them. Although it was unlikely that Logan could stand up to the hybrid in a straight fight, Samala didn’t need the extended time in the brig either. Or worse, ejected from the ship. “It was meant as a complement, nothing more.”

“And Logan, I know we haven’t spent more than a few hours around each other, so I am going to give you the benefit of the doubt. But don’t assume everyone is going to be as open and understanding as most Terrans are,” Donna explained calmly. “Otherwise it might be a while longer before you get to fly again. And as to how I am, I’m fine thank you. The sunrise and the swim did me wonders. You should try it.”

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[ PO2 Riley Patterson | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Brutus @Sqweloookle @Juzzie

Faye seemed to have no troubles in the world as her mood seemed optimal. As Faye called out what she was doing, the nurse rolled her eyes "No?!" she protested, though her actions spoke against her verbal response. She noticed that Rhys hadn't spotted her yet and that hiding even more would only ignite Faye's reactions and put the spotlight on them. Thus she squeezed in Faye's hand and tried to change the subject "Where's the food you promised?" she asked as she was oblivious to the buffet laid out on the table.

Her diplomat's response to that question made Riley's eyes drift shut as she began to talk about the fruits and pastries up ahead. 'There's the food...' she thought to herself as she peeked over Faye's shoulder to the various fruits that were ripe for the taking "Get me some too." she whispered in to Faye's ear as she kissed her shoulder. It seemed like the nurse didn't want to overly draw any attention.

The Betazoid tugged her closer to kiss her knuckles and by doing so, Riley bumped into Faye's back. A little harder then expected as the nurse was looking out to the deck for a split second, having lost her attention for a minute and thus not expecting the tug. The collision however had the contents of Faye's plate wobble dangerously at risk of falling. The nurse looked up and could only see how some fruits were shoved over to Kingston's bare back.

[ K'Ren (http://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=K%27Ren) |  Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @steelphoenix
[Show/Hide]K'Ren let her mate order the drink for her. Nodding at his choice. While a full-Cait would have very little tolerance for alcohol, the alcohol content of fermenting fruit was enough to inebriate a Cait, other stronger beverages could be lethal at certain does, K'Ren was part human and her human side could tolerate a lot more, relatively speaking.

She glanced at the water, it'd been some time since she'd been swimming, and of all things it seemed like something she might enjoy. Caits as a species were not the most fond of water, their lithe physique and lack of excess fat meant they couldn't float very well, a prerequisite for swimming. That didn't mean they didn't build ships and travel the oceans of their world, they certainly did, Cait ships tended to have an (over)abundance of floating objects intended for rescue purposes. But again, she was part human, and aside from a little frizz when she dried, she quite enjoyed the water, enjoy relaxing in it, and even looked forward to times like this where she could.

When their drinks were brought to them, and K'Ren had taken her first sip, she glanced over at Deacon, grinning a little. "You wished to learn human customs mate. The 'pool party' is a common pastime among them, and swimming is an expected part, especially if you are a male." She nuzzled him, "The water will be fine, and I am going to join you, that is why I dressed in this outfit, it covers my swimsuit, and is easily removed when the time is appropriate."

[ LT. JG Adam Kingston | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ]

"If you can tell what the fruit is here." Adam replied to Faye. A stray thought occurred to Adam and he cursed as he put the plates down.

"Sorry Rhys I have to go back to the ship, I left some unfinished business in my rush to leave. I don’t know how long I’ll be, I hope you have fun for both of us." He smiled apologetically at the Counselor before nodding at Faye a farewell.

He made his way back to the rear of the yacht where most were beaming on and off. He greeted those he passed but the sooner he got back onboard the Theurgy, the faster he could get those tasks done and should nothing else present itself then he may return.

Once in position he tapped his combadge that was on his right cuff and called. "=/\=Kingston to Theurgy, one to beam up.=/\=" The transporter beam was instantly around him and he was back on the closest Vector to him, though he could have asked for a specific destination but he kinda needed to recall where this ‘unfinished business’ was before he could deal with it.

[Lt. JG Logan Hale, callsign "Wraith" (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Logan_Hale,_callsign_"Wraith")| Top Deck | Eclipse | Aldea ] Attn: @Stegro88
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All in all, the conversation didn't go at all like Logan imagined it would. It felt good to talk to someone who might understand him. You could think what you wanted about the counselors. Some of them they certainly helped and others they could certainly take away the burden that those who had been carrying around for a long time. But it was never comparable to what it is like to talk to someone who had experienced similar things. Logan thought Donna was such a person but had obviously forgotten that he was talking to a person he had held a gun in the face when he first met her. But Logan was not quite sure. Either the damage to his head had cost him more than he was willing to admit, or Donna could just try to get rid of him so she could continue her conversation with the admittedly pretty, but also a little aggressive Samala - was that her name? Did he get that right?

However, she was also right. Logan was much too open about such topics and he knew that too. Flying was an affair of the heart for him, he knew that it could be used against him. But in the end, he didn't care. Let them attack him. Let them use his moments of weakness against him. If someone felt it necessary to put such pressure on a simple pilot, he would stand up for himself. There would certainly be injuries and most likely he would never be allowed to get back into a cockpit, but the past had already shown that he could handle this problem. He had been able to sell the Crimson Sunset quickly when he came back to Starfleet and he was sure that he could find a space worthy freighter just as easily. But the pilot was also sure that such a scenario would be a long time in coming. He emptied his glass before he turned to Donna again.
"You're right, Donna. I'm sorry. It was not my intention to chatter you both full blown." Logan looked at her and her friend and smiled apologetically. "It was good to have someone to talk to who could understand."

[Lt. Rhys Williams| Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Sqweloookle

Rhys nodded and smiled at Adam. Across from them were several large tables lined seemingly groaning under the weight of food of all kinds. There was a dizzying array of of colours, textures and smells. Some were being kept warm on hot plates and were clearly meant to be eaten as such. Others were just on dishes as they were, clearly items meant to be eaten cold or room temperature anyway.

Behind the tables were two or three Aldeans who seemed to be organising things. If food of a particualr type ran out they disappeared and returned bearing more. They also seemed to be identifying items to some Starfleet personel. Rhys had not seen so much food either since... well. He sighed inwardly as he felt a jolt, a pang of hot pain behind his eyes. He looked at Adam and did his best to make sure his own face was still smiling. He was determined that horrible memories of funerals were not going to ruin this nice time he was having. “I’ve not seen anything like it in a long time either.” He stepped up and looked over the table. There was nothing that looked truly familiar to him however, he let his nose guide him.

Fancying something sweet he found various oddly shaped and coloured pieces of what he could only describe as fruit on his plate. “What will you try Adam?” He asked genuinly curious.

However, quite suddenly Adam insisted he needed to go. Rhys tried not to let the dissapointment show on his face. "Oh Well, see you around?" He sadly watched the other man return to the ship before quietly taking his food to a corner and sitting sadly on his own. What had he done wrong?

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie @Nolan
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Small miracles being what they were, Faye managed not to crash into anyone, when Riley overbalanced. To call that embarrassing would have been the understatement of the year, even for someone as care free as the Betazoid diplomat tended to be. The fruits on her plate weren't so lucky, and she couldn't tell if she'd gotten some on Kingston or not. The deputy security chief managed to make himself scarce, fast, leaving a bewildered Rhys in his wake, as well as a swiftly recovering Ens. Eloi-Danvers, and overly shy PO2 Riley behind. Mental wiplash was what it felt like, being caught up in the undercurrent of emotions palpitating from Kingston and Rhys. The poor brunette gave her head a shake to clear it all, and breathed in slowly. 

She looked over at her paramour, and though she saw reluctance in Riley's eyes, Faye decided on their next course of action. "Oh, we can't just leave him there like that, Imzadi. The poor man looks like someone just kicked his pet sehlat." Given the size of the species that only a Vulcan would call a pet, that was saying something indeed, but it was clear as the Aldean sky that Lt. Williams was upset by the sudden departure of the security officer, and Faye couldn't shake the possibility that their near collision might have had something to do with it. She batted her eyelashes at Riley, and then filled the plate back up, before leading the reluctant nurse across the way to the table that Rhys had taken for himself.

"Sorry about that," she said to both of the out of uniform officers, who like herself were dressed to enjoy a boat party and not for the stuffy confines of the Theurgy, apologizing to Riley for dragging her along, despite how shy she'd suddenly become around a colleague, and to Rhys, for potentially being responsible for Kingston. She smiled sheepishly at the counselor and shrugged a bare shoulder. "I can't be sure if I spooked him off by nearly falling, or if something else came up, but I think we might be why he bolted. I'm not really sure. I'm Ensign Eloi-Danves by the way." She extended her hand - the one without a plate in it - toward the forlorn looking fellow. "And you look like you could use some company."

The young attache had descended into what the instructors at the Academy called 'full on hospitality mode - set phasers to charm.' It was a tried and true negotiating tactic, and the already gregarious Betazoid fell into the habit with a practiced ease, even as the other hand set the breakfast plate down on the table, and reached back, to keep Riley from potentially scampering off herself. 

[ PO2 Riley Patterson | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Brutus   @Juzzie

As Kingston seemed to head off after the small incident, Riley wasn't sure if it was because of her or something else entirely. She did feel quite bad for Rhys losing his company and as Faye put it, there was no other option but to console the man. She figured that Faye would've maybe gotten a general vibe why Kingston left so suddenly, though she didn't want to ask her Imzadi about it. As her plate got refilled by the people serving them on the boat, she smiled sheepishly "Thanks."

The two women made way to the table Rhys was sitting at and she let Faye do the talking as she stood behind her. It wasn't because she knew Rhys that she was shy about it. It was more because she knew he worked with her in Sickbay and that she feared for the backtalk that it might introduce at her workplace. She hadn't been the most professional nurse on the ship when she tied a relationship with the lovely diplomat that now overwhelmed her heart with all sorts of feelings.

The human looked down at her sun kissed Imzadi as she apologized in a rather diplomatic but cute way. She felt the hand of her lover against her legs as if to prevent her from running away and she got the message, or so she believed as she sat down besides her, leaving Faye in the middle "If you'll have us keep you company that is... I mean, we don't want to... seem rude or presumptuous." she said in a softer tone than usual "I'm Riley Patterson." she introduced herself with a shy smile. She deliberately leave out the part that she worked in Sickbay and wondered if he'd even recognize her as there were a lot of nurses in Sickbay.

[ Ens. Cameron Henshaw (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Cameron_Henshaw) | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Brutus, @Nolan, @SummerDawn, @SteelPhoenix, @Stegro88, @Juzzie & @Sqweloookle
[Show/Hide]“It is, I guess?” she said in answer to Lorad and laughed a little.

Then, the gentleman that had gone to get the Aldean equivalent of a dermal regenerator returned, and she sat atill to let him help her. She closed her eyes, and while she did - ignoring the tinging feeling of the medical instrument - she thought of how this particular time on the Eclipse was some kind of new step for her. After the voyage so far and all the things she's been through, ranging from loosing her sister Lisa on Theta Eridani IV and both her adoptive parents at Starbase 84, this time at Aldea and its shipyards was actually a step in the right direction. Of course, she couldn't claim that her emotional state after the many turns aboard the Theurgy had normalised - far from it - but perhaps... this was a smidgen of light in the tunnel? This, not even taking Lorad into account, even though he had proven to be great company to hold.

“Thank you,” she said to the Aldean when he'd finished and left them where they were. Cam turned to Lorad.
 “How about we take a walk around the deck? This ship is amazing and I don't think I've seen more than half of it.”

Said and done, in the company of Lorad, Cameron wandered off on the Eclipse.

Shoreleave had surely proved to be the right antidote for her depression, even if she knew it would be some time yet before she'd fully processed all her losses.

[ Deacon | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @SummerDawn  @Sqweloookle  @Stegro88  @Juzzie @Triage  @Brutus  @Nolan  @Nero

Deacon found himself sitting at the edge of the pool, legs hanging in the water although he was less than enthusiastic about fully submerging himself, although the temperature was tolerable enough.  In truth, he found it more questionable that one might swim on a vessel that was purposefully designed to eliminate the need for swimming in the first place.  Another of the chain of oxymoronic hypocrisies so common now that he found himself back in the Federation.  Taking for recreation what others might need for survival.

Still, it didn't require much convincing from K'Ren to strip down to his current state.  He couldn't be certain if this was a matter of simply becoming used to these human customs or deferring out of concern for his wife's well being.

His drink, at least, he found to be of sufficient quality.  He would need to remember the subtleties so that he might replicate it himself back on the ship.  The flavor wasn't overly cloying, what little sweetness it presented having an almost ephemeral quality as it faded from the tongue.

Slowly, he looked out across the assembled crew, rather shocked that what few had beamed down seemed even more diminished.  Perhaps free time and recreation was not as appealing  as he thought, or the crew was otherwise more entertained by the activities aboard the station.  He wondered if he might find some way to incorporate some of the more visceral Klingon forms of entertainment to the adjacent holosuites in Below Decks.

[ Tesserarius Lorad | Pool Deck | Eclipse | Aldea ]
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Lorad’s curiosity was peeked. Cameron took her injury in her stride, as if it was nothing new to her. This, coupled with everything else that he had heard about her, either from her directly or from others, made him wonder just what the Human had been through in her life. And not just recently. The way she spoke, and had spoken previously, Cameron Henshaw had experienced more than her share. 

"Thank you," Cameron said to the Aldean once he had finished treating her injury. Once he had left, she turned to Lorad. "How about we take a walk around the deck? This ship is amazing and I don't think I've seen more than half of it."

“I would like that,” Lorad said, trying to keep his voice soft, or at least as soft as he knew given that everything he said apparently sounded like her was growling it.

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[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson & Samala | Top Deck | Eclipse | Aldea ] Attn: @Nero
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“You’re forgiven Wraith,” Donna responded, using the pilots callsign. “And I am glad that you will be returning to us. I have a feeling that no matter where the Theurgy ends up, we are going to need every wolf that we can get.”

“Samala, this is Logan Hale,” Donna said, looking at her companion and finally introducing her fellow wolf. “He is a member of the Wolves.”

“Are all pilots as brusque and forthright as he is?” Samala questioned, eyeing the man.

“Most of us are to one degree or another,” Donna confirmed. “It's a trait that is needed when you are flying a fighter against some of the most powerful ships in two quadrants.”

“I suppose it is at that,” Samala intoned, thinking about the time she had considered fighting a Romulan Warbird in the Apache. 

“And Logan, this is Samala,” Donna reciprocated. “She is Lorad’s sister and a pilot in her own right.”

[Lt. JG Logan Hale, callsign "Wraith" (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Logan_Hale,_callsign_"Wraith")| Top Deck | Eclipse | Aldea ] Attn: @Stegro88
[Show/Hide]Logan gazed onto the see. Multiple reflections from the sun, small but steady waves. The view was astonishing. The ship nearly seemed to glide through the water and there were practically no noticeable waves. All was so quiet and aside from the background noise from the ongoing party this was some kind of solitude. For a brief moment he closed his eyes and relaxed.
As Donna said this little words Logan coudn’t hide his little smile. Her words were quite welcome. “Thank you, Chance.” He replied to her callsign. “And this wolf will bring his set of claws and teeth to the table.”
He listened to the little exchange between the two women and couldn’t help but smile again as Samala asked if all pilots are as brusque and forthright as he was. “I’ll take that as a compliment, I guess.”
Logan continued to listen to Donna as she finally introduced Samala to him. “It’s always a pleasure to meet a fellow pilot.” He said and offered his hand. Then he added really interested in hope to find some common ground. “May I ask you what kind of craft you are flying?” Logan for instance flew many ship throughout his career, but only a few had leave an impact at him, like the Crimson Sunset. Although he had to sell that ship when he joined Starfleet again, he had some valuable memories of it. Some were nice, others not. Most of them he only could barely remember through he was drunk most of the time, but he knew, flying that ship was always a pleasure.

[Lt. Rhys Williams| Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Brutus @Nolan

As Rhys took his seat his own personal black could raining over him he was approached by two women. One he recognised one he did not, Riley he thought her name was. They had encountered each other on in the medical bay during the crazy days after the Cayuga and Theurgy had run into each other. It was not a meeting he was looking forward to with fondness, not because he had anything against her more due to embarrassment. During those trials and tribulations, he had been at various times either concussed, and therefore making no sense or he had been almost frozen unable to emotionally cope. His normal behaviour was to avoid people who had seen him in low moments. This took in some ground as he nearly always felt he had embarrassed himself in some way.

He had vaguely been aware of them as a presence behind him in the que but had not really given them his full attention as all his being had been focused into not having his heart come out of his mouth. Now his attention was on them and that was not good either, because not only was he embarrassed because he and Riley had met before but also because they were two attractive women in Bikinis. Rhys was very good in professional situations but achingly terrible in non-professional situations, where he became like a shy love struck thirteen-year-old.  If he had been paying special attention to Riley’s companion, he would have been even more nervous. Betazoids made him uncomfortable because he knew would a hideous wasteland his psyche was and he hated the idea that other people could see that to.

Riley’s companion was very apologetic indicating in some way that she had spooked Adam. Rhys had noticed that Adam made his sharp exit after interacting with her. Even still that little voice in his head that always told him everything was his fault did not quite believe her. He realised it was not a logical belief but deep down in his heart he felt like he had done something to scare Adam off, he just had no idea what it was. She introduced herself as Ensign Eloi - Danves, and he took her hand. Rather than letting his eyes meet hers or another part of her that might ‘call out to them’ his eyes focused on her hand as they shook. “Lieutenant Rhys Williams.” He spoke in a soft sing song Welsh accent and pronounced his rank ‘Leftenant’.

When the Ensign Elioi-Danvers and Riley offered to sit with him. His hands fidgeted with some of the fruit on his plate, “If you want to.” He said quietly as he tried to reorganise his features, so he looked a bit less like the bottom had fallen out of his world. They both sat next to him and he noticed out of the corner of his eye little touches and glances they gave each other. He wondered if they were dating or were just friends. After all he had had female friends who were very physically affectionate with each other in public but were in no way dating. If they were, he could imagine there would be eyebrows raised about an officer no matter how junior dating a non-officer. However as far as Rhys was concerned, he could not see an issue. The crew were in some ways trapped together, who knew when they could ever return to Federation space. If they found joy in each other all the better.

When Riley introduced herself, he nodded, and his eyes flicked up to her face for a moment. “I remember from sickbay.” He said feeling an uncomfortable tension creep over him. A lot of that time had been blurry. Had she treated him when he had been concussed, or had she been there when he had come in to assist. A broken man helping other broken people.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie @Nolan 
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For Faye, it was impossible to ignore how awkward the whole situation was, as she and Riley sat down to join Rhys at his table. The mans own social discomfort was just being broadcast on all frequencies, and Faye had to fight hard to separate her feelings from his, and the shadows of slight embarrassment and concern in the back of Riley's mind. After all, this was someone that the nurse had worked with before, who had a solid idea of her position in the ship, and Faye had just introduced herself as an officer, albeit a rather junior one. The diplomat was one to throw caution to the wind, and she knew how Riley felt about her, but this was something of a test for their relationship, as new as it was. 

Thus she found herself slipping her hand up along Riley's leg again, under the table, to help reassure her, even as she leaned into her other hand above the table, resting her chin in it after the greetings exchanged with Rhys.  As brazen as ever, Faye dived right in, flashing the man as warm and reassuring a smile as she could manage. She knew instantly how he felt, about the way she and Riley were dressed, about his reactions to that, and some of the trouble that was bouncing around.  Walls were put firmly in place to keep from prying, but she wasn't going to ignore what he was putting out there either. Sure, she liked to know that she was seen as attractive, but she'd much rather pay more attention to putting everyone at ease. 

If that were possible.

"Well I'm glad the two of you do know each other then. That always makes things easier," Faye declared, even if that wasn't strictly truthful. She was glad they knew each other. She doubted very much that it would make anything about this easier, but she was determined to soldier on. She needed no help parsing Rhys' guilt as she harbored a fair amount of her own. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Lt. Williams, even if the situation could have been a bit better. I don't like scaring people off, especially not so early in the day. I truly am sorry about that. So thank you for letting us keep you company instead."

She pumped as much earnest emotion into her words as she could. "We both know Riley here is a nurse, and I'm going to guess you have something to do in the medical and sciences line of work as well, given that you two were working in sickbay during all the troubles we've been through. I don't remember you from before though," she admitted, breezing right on.

"I was transferred aboard as part of the diplomatic mission to Romulus, before everything went to hell. I happen to be our only diplomat left, though I have some hope that we'll be getting a few more hands to help with matters. I spent most of the last few months in stasis actually, and missed most of the trauma that unfolded. When did you come aboard, if its not too personal to ask? If it is,please tel me so and I promise I can be a good girl, hush up and look pretty." She flashed him a cheerful smile, and then tossed a wink at Riley, whose hand she was gripping tightly now.  There was a lot of emotional feed back she was dealing with, and she worried she might be taking it out on her paramours knuckles.

Forcing herself to shut up and actually let the bewildered man speak, she picked up a berry from the mix of fruits on her plate and deftly plopped it into her mouth, purring as the juice spilled down her throat after she bit into it. It was tart, in all the right ways, and she looked to be enjoying herself. 

[ PO2 Riley Patterson | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Brutus  @Juzzie

Rhys introduced himself to Faye and Riley kept herself on the background for now as the way he announced his rank was undeniably cute. Perhaps it was the Welsh accent that made her gut tingle, perhaps it was something else. Her eyes remained on him as Faye took the lead here and Riley was content to just sit in the background for now. She could feel her Imzadi's hand moving over her leg as if seeking for support and Riley simply placed her hand on hers.

Patterson didn't fill in the question Faye had opened up, having her guess what exactly he did aboard the ship. She was certain the lieutenant could perfectly answer that question on his own. As Riley had introduced herself in the meantime, Rhys concluded that he had remembered her from Sickbay. The rosy red color rising back to her cheeks as he actually did remember her. She was unsure to reply to him before she simply gave a nod.

"I've helped you on occasion lieutenant." she eventually replied with a warm smile as she looked him in the eyes. She wouldn't have mind if his eyes lingered. The good lieutenant looking not bad himself, though she refrained from looking him up and down for the occasion. Not wanting to make him more uneasy. She looked back at Faye as she asked how Rhys got aboard, Riley squeezing back in Faye's hand as she smiled to Rhys "She can be quite curious lieutenant, though she can be very pretty if she wants to be." she added, aiming to tease Faye as she had set it up herself.

[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson & Samala | Top Deck | Eclipse | Aldea ] Attn: @Nero
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Samala stared at the man’s hand for a moment, considering, before accepting it. It was a Terran greeting gesture, she remembered, and nothing more. The man, Logan, was no threat to her that she could tell. And while she knew that it would take time, eventually, she would have to stop looking at beings around her based on how threatening they were to her. But not yet, she understood. Some events were too recent.

“I trained on a few different craft, but I guess the main one I fly is the Reman one that is in your ship’s shuttlebay,” Samala answered, her reply honest but without going into too much detail. She may not know where other parts of the Reman Resistance were or how to find them, but she didn’t need to give away their methods or capabilities either. “And you? Do you fly a Valkyrie?”

“No,” Donna cut in. “Logan is one of the unlucky pilots that has to fly a Valravn. Some say that they are better than the Valks; others, have different opinions.”

“Sounds like you don’t like them,” Samala observed snidely.

“Too shiny for my taste,” Donna observed candidly. “I prefer things to be a little rougher around the edges. How about you Logan?”

[Lt. JG Logan Hale, callsign "Wraith" (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Logan_Hale,_callsign_"Wraith")| Top Deck | Eclipse | Aldea ] Attn: @Stegro88
[Show/Hide]Samala did hesitate at first to take Logans hand but he saw her take it eventually. He kept smiling as this was maybe the beginning of a friendship. At least he hoped for that. Logan was omitted when he heard Samala explaining that she was trained for piloting multiple crafts. The pilot had to acknowledge that he had never seen a Reman ship in real life. Logan heard stories about reman ships but mostly rumors.
Logan opened his mouth to answer Samala that he was interested in looking onto that presumably tough little Reman vessel of her and that he was not a Valkyrie pilot himself. But just before he could answer Donna cut in and explained to Samala that Logan flew one of the Valravn and that some say a Valravn is better than a Valkyrie. Logan followed that short exchange between the two Ladies.
“You are just jealous, Donna.”, he said with a smile. “Everyone wants to pilot a Valravn. Her round edges? Personally, I like the curves on my girl. Better aerodynamics in atmospheric flights, more stabilized flights due to a larger wingspan. Powerful engines and blatant firepower. Who would not fly one of these masterpieces of Starfleet technology?” Logan observed Donnas reaction for a moment before he added: “Both have their own advantages and disadvantages. I like the Valravn pretty much, but I can’t deny that the Valkyrie also has its benefits.”

[Lt. Rhys Williams| Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Brutus @Nolan

Faye seemed very talkative. That was something he picked up quickly, not that he objected he had difficulty filling a conversation so someone else doing most of that talking was fine by him. There was something under that confidence and cheery demeanour she seemed to have though he was not sure what it was. He thought it may have an insecurity of some description. She was apparently a diplomat that made sense she was talkative and charming and doing all she could clearly to put him at his ease.

Riley had blushed and looked uncomfortable when he indicated he remembered her. Of the two she seemed the more uncertain and shy, but given his own personality he was hardly one to judge her on that score. Maybe it was embarrassment, but his memories of sickbay were hazy to say the least.

Faye was still apologetic, so Rhys raised a hand to stop her on that score. “No need to apologise, I think it was something I did.” He looked down at his plate for a moment and mumbled bitterly “It usually is.” He put on a weak smile. “Anyway, you would be right, I was Chief Counselor on the Cayuga.” That was an unpleasant memory, his first taste of seniority had not lasted long and by the end he was doing a little bit of everything.

Rhys was often oblivious to himself but much better at understanding other people. He noted the hand grip from Faye to Riley. Defiantly a couple, not just friends. When Riley spoke her little joke produced an actual smile from Rhys, it was left just as quickly as it had arrived but it had been there. He moved his gaze between the two of them. “You don’t have to call me Lieutenant, none of us are on duty, just call me Rhys.” He never felt like a Counsellor was exactly a proper officer anyway. He certainly never felt he was. Besides the reminder he was technically in charge made him uncomfortable. He was one of life’s followers. In fact he always remembered the frustration of Academy teachers and senior officers. Rhys was able and intelligent in an absent-minded sort of way but had not a single shred of ambition. The thought of being responsible for other people made him extremely anxious historically it had not gone well.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Nolan @Juzzie 
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Nothing was terribly usual about Faye being  the outgoing personality in a conversation. Professionally extroverted was a good description for her and her job, always accommodating, always willing to listen, and able to be the one guiding a conversation around just about any subject if she had a modicum of interest or knowledge in it. And if she were at the negotiating table, she would have plenty of background knowledge, drilled into her prior to ever sitting down. Usually.

This was a much more social situation, but still the basic rules applied, as far as the young telepath was concerned. She picked up on the background sensation of discomfort and awkwardness coming from both the Lieutenant and her paramour, and decided then and there that she would be damned if they didn't all enjoy themselves. Thus she found herself again squeezing Riley's hand atop the table, offering physical comfort as she could, and flashing another bright, light up the face sort of smile at Lt. Williams. If he had somehow chased the other officer away and not her, so what, big deal. It was now her responsibility to make sure he had a good time.

"Then by that token you should definitely call me Faye," she informed the counselor, one of the newer members of the crew. She didn't know much about his previous posting other than that the ship had been a great help during the battle with the Borg, and that many of her crew had been stranded aboard the Theurgy and thus slowly folded into the structure of the ships existing crew. She knew that Rhys would not be the only officer whom held a department head position on the smaller science vessel that was now in a position of lesser responsibility, but for larger numbers, and could imagine how she would feel in his boots.

Probably relieved, she was forced to admit. Shoving that revelation aside, she ran her thumb over Riley's knuckles and continued on,. "As I'm sure you can imagine half of my job is remembering peoples titles, and the other half is knowing when to shove that out the air lock and just go with things. So Rhys it is. It really is a pleasure to meet you, even if this is all a little odd. I mean, a yacht in the middle of an alien ocean is kind of a weird place to make an introduction, right?" Yes, it was a cheap deflection away from the real source of awkwardness between them all, but so what? Tried and true tactics were tried and true for a reason, and this was one that the lithe Betazoid had put to use more than once. 

She paused in her torrent of conversation long enough to eat a bit more of the breakfast, nodding her head in response to what the others said, before swallowing and leaning back, tossing an arm over the back of her chair.  This put her chest a bit more on display, but she didn't see anything wrong with that either. Tried and true, she thought with a visibly wry grin. "Honestly, after everything that we have been, coming to this place has been a gods-send. The council here is a bit up tight, but some of them are surprisingly thoughtful." Considering that one of the biddys on the board that ran the Aldean government had set herself and Lt. Commander Jennifer Dewitt up with what the locals considered a prize massage session - urun she remembered they called it - calling them thoughtful was an understatement. She still didn't know if the woman's 'gift' to the duo had been in good faith, an expression of their culture, or if she had been trying to embarrass the two diplomats from the Theurgy. It had sure backfired with Faye. 

"The whole mixing in of Klingon culture has been rather fascinating as well. My last posting before the Theurgy's mission to Romulus was the Khitomer outpost, aboard the Cortes. As you can imagine that place was very much a mix of Klingon and Federation influence and its really fascinating to see the parallels here, as well as the differences. Have you had a chance to look around and play tourist? Riley and I did a bit of beach combing not too long ago, and I can also say the shops are quite nice. I really do recommend getting out and just being among the locals here, if you can manage."

[ PO2 Riley Patterson | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Brutus  @Juzzie

Patterson had to snicker a little "I'm Riley in that case." as both Rhys and Faye had introduced them with first names, she couldn't be the only one lagging behind. Her nerves finally got overcome a little as she exhaled a few times and just pushed some of her hair behind her ear, those few strands that had escaped her pig tails. She started to sneak a few pieces of the breakfast Faye had gathered inside of her mouth, sucking on the fruitier bits to get a real good taste of it first before actually taking it in to chew on. She did so with one hand as her other hand was still being held by Faye, the thumb of the diplomat running over her knuckles as Riley felt more and more at ease.

She let Faye do most of the talking in the meantime as she kept eating at a leisurely pace. Faye was, as to be expected, a waterfall of things to say about their time on Aldea and how Klingon relations were. As she did mention their beach trip, Riley had to smirk a little as a blush crept onto her cheeks. The beach adventure was quite a thing, the two Aldean men that had been promoted to impromptu lovers for a few hours. The heat pooled between her legs once more just thinking back about it. She hoped it wouldn't brush off on Faye and her eyes looked up to see if Rhys noticed anything.

"Have you been able to enjoy the downtime lieu-" she interrupted herself before continuing "Rhys. I mean, it's easy to remain scooped up on the ship as it feels safe, but the planet sure has it's natural beauties."

[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson & Samala | Top Deck | Eclipse | Aldea ] Attn: @Nero
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“If you say so,” Donna intoned casually, looking out over the water for a while. “But jealous, no. There is nothing to be jealous of when it comes to the Valravn. You can keep it and I will keep my Valkyrie. But, if they ever offered me the chance to fly that Reaver that they have sitting in the hanger, then I would skip my way over to it like a kid in a candy store. That thing looks like it’s a beast.”

“What’s a Reaver?” Samala asked, not knowing what Donna was referring to but thinking that it was something that she needed to look in to. She had been aboard two weeks and this was the first she was hearing about a craft called a Reaver.

“It’s a fighter,” Donna stated calmly. “Top of the line. There isn’t anything else like it,” she described. “Perhaps a little on the nose regarding the description but I haven’t lied about it.”

“Sounds like something that I would like to see,” Samala commented calmly. Below her, she noticed Lorad walking off with the Terran woman. “If you two will excuse me, I think I am going to go back downstairs.”

“I’ll join you,” Donna added, finishing her drink. “I need a refill anyway. Coming Logan?”

[Lt. JG Logan Hale, callsign "Wraith" (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Logan_Hale,_callsign_"Wraith")| Top Deck | Eclipse | Aldea ] Attn: @Stegro88
[Show/Hide]Logan listened to Donna and was quite intrigued of what she had to say about that Reaver. He did not know anything about that. About time to read into the last mission logs of the pack. It must be brought up before he joined the Theurgy, Logan concluded. Otherwise he did not know about a new fighter prototype and he never heard of a Reaver. “A top of the line fighter?” He asked. “You are kidding me. There is nothing like my Baby out there.”
Samala cut in and wanted to know what a Reaver is. Donna explained it in few little words. She was precise and countered Logan’s words, and made clear that the Reaver seems to be the best fighter out there in the void. If so, I hope they will never meet me in a real fight. Poor bastards. He was sure his Valravn was the superior. If not technological then because of the men and women piloting this craft. Anyone building a fighter that could have surpassed the Valravn had to take a long road to prove that. He observed her face, but Donna seemed to be serious about that. On board of the Theurgy was a fighter unknown to him. So he supported Samala’s plan to pay it a visit someday.
“Yeah, sounds like a plan, Samala.” He said. Shortly after she apologized and wanted to leave downstairs, but Donna wanted to accompany her. She said she had to refill her drink anyway. “Coming Logan?” she asked, and the pilot thought about that for a brief moment.
“Sure.” he said. “Lead the way.”

[Lt. Rhys Williams| Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Brutus @Nolan

Both of Rhys’ companions declared their preference for him to be on first name terms with him. That he was fine with he never really fitted brilliantly with the command structure as it was. Within his head he remembered all the times he had been called out over the years by senior officers for his lack of drive and ambition. Many were frustrated with the idea that an able officer was perfectly content if Lieutenant was as high as he ever rose. The idea of rising higher than that would more than likely freak him out. So he was more than happy to forget ranks. He responded to Faye and Riley’s. “Of course.”


He nodded as she spoke about when to remember titles and when not to. That made perfect sense to him, being a head of Department on a ship with less crew than Theurgy meant that you had to dip your toes into other duties sometimes. Sometimes Counsellors if no one was on board had to fill in with the Captain as a makeshift diplomat. That was always a role that had him gritting his teeth. He liked languages and other cultures, however having to deal with one when one wrong word or even move of the hand could cause issues was terrifying. Then Faye moved the conversation on, Rhys did recognise it for the tactic that it was. It happened sometimes with patients when they did not want to talk about something in counselling it was called an avoidance technique. However, Rhys was more than happy to be distracted by a new line of conversation.

“I don’t think its weird at all.” He smiled this time it was not a nervous smile trying to cover embarrassment it was a genuine one. He had a flash in his head of all the times he had spent swimming or boating around in the Menai Strait. It was a stretch of water between the Isle of Anglesey where he had been born and mainland Wales. For a moment he looked at of the window at the sea and sky and thought how like a painting it looked. He turned back. “I can’t think of anything better to be honest.” His blue eyes sparkled, and a warm glow came over his face. For the moment at least all thoughts of what had transpired earlier retreated.

Rhys absolutely noticed the way Faye had moved and her chest was more on display. There was a faint blush on his cheeks but now he felt a little more composed he was able to hide his embarrassment and attraction better than he did before. Still noticeable but at least this time his face was not shinning bright red. He noted the grin as well, and half wondered if she were doing it on purpose. Rhys himself was dressed in a grey hoody that was open showing his chest. The possibility that his chest would receive appreciative looks would genuinely never have occurred to him if he had a hundred years to think about it.

His mouth suddenly dry he took a sip of his drink, it was very like a fruit juice in taste and texture but there was an unmistakeable kick of alcohol in it. Both Riley and Faye in their own ways asked if he had spent any time on shore leave before this. The answer was of course no. There had been a lot of work to do. In fact, Commander Hatev had told all her counselling staff to take some time to look after themselves. He was pretty sure she was aware he hadn’t. That was half of the reason for coming down here, the other half was it was on a boat. He had wanted to go and take some shore leave and be a tourist for the first time since he was a child. However, something stopped him and if he was being honest it was not really the work. He was not sure what it was. Perhaps it was his obsessive belief that he would somehow ruin things for other people. It made no logical sense but then a lot of things about mental illness did not make logical sense. “No, I’ve not. I just had so much to dok, so many people needed treatment.” He laughed a little “I’ve sent plenty of people down here myself. Maybe I should have come to before now.”  Also, if he was honest he had not really made many actual friends who he could go with.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Nolan @Juzzie 
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Slowly, Rhys was coming out of his shell, and Faye took that as an encouraging sign that she could make this day not suck too much for the dejected counselor. That she got to discretely tease her paramour in the process by bringing up their jaunt on the Aldean beaches the week prior was 'icing on the cake' as her adoptive human mother liked to phrase it. The beaches on the planet were really spectacular, which was something of a surprise sh supposed, given everything about the world, but a welcome one, and Faye had been quite diligent in taking advantage of them on more than one occasion. As she let her gaze drift over the Lieutenant, sitting with his half opened hoodie and barely there bottoms, she imagined that he could do pretty well for himself beach side as well.  Surely, Tayban and Harnet (she was privately proud of herself  for remembering their names still) were not the only adventurous Aldeans that might be amenable to a beach side tryst.

Assuming of course that this was something the counselor enjoyed. Given that she had just met the man, and how reserved he was behaving, slowly opening up and just coming off as all together shy and anxious, the young Ensign Eloi-Danvers decided to hold off on elaborating on that particular aspect of Aldean waterfront excursions. No point in scaring the nice man off, she decided. Even if she personally believed everyone was better off if they indulged in the occasional random shag. Great for interspecies-relations. Even if she couldn't help but feel some of that desire at the memory bubbling up in her lover, and feel a pleasing tingle herself.

Focus on the poor man, Faye, and not your own desires, you harlot. Even in her head, she was laughing at herself.

Thankfully both of her dining companions seemed to be relaxing around her. She could see a genuine smile formed for the man, and an impression of pleasure. He liked the water, being on it. That was good. "Well then you'll get no argument from me." If the location worked for the man, it worked for Faye, even if she did think the whole thing was a little odd. The views were stunning, both on deck and off.

Glancing over at Riley, Faye shook her head and let out a short little chuckle. "Doctors make the worst patients and never take their own advice. Doesn't matter on the specialty, and counselors are just as bad." She favored them both with a warm smile. "She gave me this massive list of things to do when I was coming out of stasis and all my rehab. Eat this, don't drink that. Sleep this long." She flashed a bright - if teasing - smile at the nurse. "Never followed her own advice. Point is, you definitely should have come down here sooner, Rhys, but you are here now and that's what matters."

Pausing in her playful chastisement of the two, Faye artfully plucked some fruit that looked like a yellow strawberry off the plate and brought it up, contemplating it. Then she popped it between her lips, and grinned, wide, wagging her eyebrows up and down at the man before slowly biting into it. As if part of a poorly written holodrama, a line of juice ran right down from the side of her mouth to her chin, as she let out a startled noise, swallowing quickly. "Okaaaay, so those are way more tart than I was expecting," she explained with a laugh, covering her mouth with the back of her hand and then reaching for a napkin to pat it off. At this point she had completely tuned out the other party goers gathering on the yacht.

"Watch out for those berries," she cautioned, leaning back in her seat and looking a tad sheepish. "In all seriousness though, Rhys, I really do recommend the beaches, as well as the Ibai Besi Boardwalk. They have some lovely shops and services. I was able to pick up a few stunning gowns, on the off chance I have to go do some fancy smancy diplomatic thing while we're here, at a great price, as well as this little beauty," she wiggled back and pointed to the butterfly shaped pendant, quite small, dangling from a piercing in her belly button. "Though I have to admit that was something of an on the fly decision in support of a friend who was having second thoughts about getting one themselves. Not sure if you're into the whole piercing/tattoo scene or not, but they seem to have some fairly talented artists. Klingon's do love documenting their accomplishments, after all."

[Lt. Rhys Williams| Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Brutus @Nolan

The one thing Rhys could see about Faye was that she was talented in how she interacted with people. Their brief conversations had resulted in easing the tension and Rhys was no longer feeling like the bottom had dropped out of his world. He was very impressed with her. He knew it was not easy to get himself in a state approaching normality. This was especially impressive as interactions with people he found attractive increased his anxiety.


When she mentioned that people in the medical fields either physical or mental were not always good at following their own advice, he did feel a twinge of guilt. It was one of cardinal rules of counselling to take care of yourself. However, he had never been good at that and always worried if he was imprinting his problems on other people. “I suppose we are too close to our own problems to really see them.” That was half true in his case. He could see his issues he just had no idea or desire really to fix them.

Then Faye did something that made his heart beat a little faster. The way she looked at him when she placed some fruit in her mouth. Such a simple gesture and he felt himself blushing again. The anxiousness was there again but it was modulated and no where near as severe. There was a pleasant tingle to it. Rhys had been flirted with before and had been in intimate situations, but they were always clouded by a degree of fear on his part. The irrationality that there was something wrong with him, and that he was in some way bad for people around him came out in those moments. For that reasons his experiences were few and far between as Rhys reaction to anxiety was to run.

Distracted by her for a moment his brain flagged urgent messages that he was being addressed. “Oh um... sorry. Yeah, they are pretty sharp, luckily I like things like that.” He vaguely remembered some very sour sweets he had eaten a lot as a child. Most of the other kids ate them as more of a dare Rhys was one of the few who actually liked the strong sensation. Faye discussed the kinds of things she had done on the planet then his eyes were drawn lower to the piercing at her navel. He tried to keep it in check but even his ears blushed a little. His eyes snapped up to her face when he felt like he had looked a little longer than polite.

He took the opportunity to divert from his embarrassment when she mentioned tattoos and piercings and indicated his appearance with a wave of his hand. “I am not the kind of person who goes in for that…. I am a little too uncool for that.” He said chuckling softly. Truth was he might have a one point gone for that but knew full well he was far too indecisive. He took another gulp of his drink and a pleasant haze began to descend on him. He would have to be careful it seemed to be stronger than it tasted.

[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson & Samala | Foredeck | Eclipse | Aldea ] Attn: @Nero
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The two of them had separated from Logan once they had returned down to the pool deck and, after refreshing her own drink and picking up a second one for Samala, Donna led the two of them off on a short walk around the ship, looking for a quiet place to relax and finish their conversation. They eventually found a spot towards the bow where they could lay down and stretch out in the sun. Samala hadn’t worn her swimmers down but that didn’t stop the hybrid, Donna noted, as she watched her pull her dress over her head before laying down on it. Donna dropped down beside her and after untying the bottom string, sighed as she felt herself being bathed in sunlight.

“It still amazes how different you and your brother are,” Donna commented as they relaxed side by side. “Most of the stories I had heard about Remans are coloured by what happened with Shinzon. And the rest are from Remans that were sold to the Orion Syndicate as slaves,” she explained, turning her head to look at the younger female. “And then I come here and discover the two of you and much of what I had heard is being rewritten.”

“What can I say, we’re full of surprises,” Samala responded casually. Now that they were further away from people, she was more relaxed, a fact that was being helped by the sun beating down on her bare back and legs. “You asked before about what I was going to do, and I want to talk to you about that some more.”

“I’m all ears,” Donna replied, wriggling a little to get comfortable.

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OOR: This concludes my posting for the moment in this thread. Lorad, Samala and Donna are all this aboard in case anyone wishes to interact with them. Just shoot me a PM here or DM on Discord.

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[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie @Nolan
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Even as large a vessel as the ship they currently sailed on (and to think of this as a ship, when Faye was so used to the likes of Thea), the Betazoid could feel the waves rocking the boat, gentle as they were, massive as it was. It was calming, after a fashion, and Faye was grateful for the dose of Dramamine she'd taken to ensure that it would only be calming, and not the kind of thing to set her stomach into knots. Thus she could enjoy the gentle sway, the warmth of the sun, and of Riley next to her, the bundle of emotions that the nurse was. And too, the faint warmth of appreciation she felt coming off the lieutenant that joined them. Though she promised herself she would not give him any real grief over that. A little light teasing was one thing, but Faye was not at all trained nor equipped to deal with the cycles of self-doubt the counselor seemed to posses.

Maybe flirting would put him in a good mood. It was certainly not a hardship after all. He was easy on the eyes and the diplomat knew that her paramour had concluded the same about his appearance. Flirting was hardly teasing. Just confidence boosting. And fun. Thus she had leaned back when she did, given him a view of the piercing, and smiled a soft smile at his reaction. His words and gesture drew her gaze, as they seemed to be intended to, and she let her eyes flick up and down; it was only polite. Then she shifted the dark orbs to her side, glancing at Riley, and winked. She still had a tight grip on the nurses hand and was using her free hand for another of the tart fruits.

"I don't think its a matter of cool or uncool," Faye decided as she popped a cherry looking thing into her mouth, chewing and swallowing. Whatever the Aldean fruit was, a cherry it was most assuredly not. Oh well, she remorsed, though not letting any of her disappointment reach her face, less her companions mistake its origins. Ever since she was a little girl and had first tried a cherry from a bowl perched on her mother's lap one sunny afternoon, the Betazoid had been enamored with them. For a little while she insisted that her parents call her Cherry, and not Faye. It had not lasted long, but she had been humored by them. It was funny how even a fruit that only looked like a cherry could bring the memory back to the forefront of her thoughts, even if it was tinged with a bit of disappointment.

"It's all about personal preference and what you're comfortable with. In truth...I wasn't sure I was going to go through with it until my friend started to question her choice. Some things are better done with some moral support along for the ride. Then again, I've had a long habit of plunging in and barreling ahead when it comes to personal matters. Odd for a diplomat I suppose." Case and point, the young Ens. Eloi-Danvers and dove head long into the rapidly developed relationship with the nurse next to her. Just like she'd dived under the covers of many a bed partner at the Academy. Well, not just like. That was just fun; this is serious, she thought with an up swell of warm emotions in the direction of the non-com next to her.

Pausing to take a sip of her drink, Faye continued. "In any event, there are plenty of interesting shops along the broadwalks, not just parlors for body modification. Replicated attire is nice, but there is something pleasing about hand made outfits crafted from local materials by true artisans. Another excellent way to get a feel for a peoples culture is by how they dress, though it can be misleading. Take our host for example. You would be safe in assuming that based on the long flowing garments they wear, that seem to wrap the wearer from neck to ankle that they would be a prudish species." A flicker of wry amusement passed across the young woman's features as she shook her head.

"Go to their beaches however, or one of their spa's and you'll be swiftly disabused of this notion." Her voice rung with the heavy surety of experience. "Though if I may be so bold to say, I think the local attire would favor you all the same. Even if it might lead to misconceptions about one's nature."

[ K'Ren (http://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=K%27Ren) | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @steelphoenix
[Show/Hide]It didn't take a psychic to know that Deacon wasn't as enthused by the water as K'Ren herself was. Floating near Deacon she was enjoying weightless feeling, or at least the buoyancy of floating in the water. Despite Caitians not being fond of water, it was something she'd taken to, her human side enjoying the feel of the semi-cool liquid against her skin. There was a price to pay, despite her fur being almost the same tone as her skin, making her seem at first glance to be without, the fine layer of fur did take time to dry, and sometimes gave her an odd appearance both after coming out of the water, but also while drying off.

She could sense the general unease in how he sat there, some of it posture and other subtle body clues other's might have missed, the other stronger sense being their shared bond, he was radiating unease, whether it was water, or the general social situation she couldn't tell. The bond was empathic, letting them sense each other's general mood, they couldn't speak or anything, just instinctively understood the other's moods. She came over to him where he sat at the water's edge, softly caressing his legs. Purring she looked up at him. "Do you not want to swim mate? Or is this gathering somewhat tiring?"

His glance at her, subtle facial cues, and the general sense of unease told her it was one of the two. She hopped up on the edge of the pool deck, as graceful as a cait could be despite her being soaked up to her neck. She kissed him, before nipping at his earlobe, "We do not have to stay Deacon. If you are uncomfortable, I won't ask you to remain. I'm still not 100% up for crowds myself, though this close to you I feel safe and secure." She nuzzled his cheek, whispering, purring, her next words only he could hear. "I would love nothing better to go back to our quarters and curl up together, wile away the afternoon making love, reconnect as mates."

[ Deacon | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @SummerDawn

At K'Ren's question, Deacon gave voice to the moody irritation that had been playing at the back of his thoughts.  "I do not understand the human proclivity to take for recreation what others might do for survival," he said, his lips tightening slightly as he regarded the pool critically.  "We're on a boat, purposefully to avoid having to swim... and yet we are asked to swim."  He shook his head, waving a hand dismissively.  "It's a ridiculous notion."

Her response, however, was playful, flirty.  It was an effect that he had hoped this excursion might have on her; a lightening of the mood that had been so leaden of late.  And yet as she admitted that she was not quite as up to mingling with the others of their crew, it drew a look of concern.  Had his own sullenness taken root in her?  Had his thoughts sabotaged his efforts?

However, she quickly presented an alternative, that drew a deep, playful smirk to his features.  "Sit half-wet, half-dry, and half-dressed while the monkeys flirt and make coy advances at one another, or commit to my mate's needs in a more... hands on way?"  His mouth drew up, eyes rolling to the side as he made a grand display of considering his options, tapping one finger against his chin.

"I like to consider myself a generous mate, and it would be far from me to deny my tznrrow and force her to engage in such mediocre activities."  He traced his finger along the side of her jaw, a playful look in his eyes.  After all, he had take then day off to recreate with his wife and it seemed far more tempting to ensure that they both enjoyed it.

"I'll have them beam up the rest of our clothes later," he said, leaning in to give K'Ren a kiss, tugging lightly at her lower lip as he tapped the communicator still pinned to waist of his trunks.  "Deacon to Theurgy.  Two for beam up."

[ PO2 Riley Patterson | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Brutus  @Juzzie

Riley watched how Faye and Rhys interacted, she did little to contribute to the conversation and instead ate at a leisurely pace from the meal they had gathered from the banquet. She did however look at how both Rhys as Faye reacted to one another as they spoke of various things. Faye was eager to show her newest addition that she had picked up on Aldea. The piercing. It had been a surprise to see her return to her on that day with the butterfly shaped trinket dangling there. Riley hadn't minded and had inspected it before voicing some minor concerns about infection.

She had snickered as Faye tried to get Rhys to perhaps get some ink or piercings for himself, the counselor however deciding that he'd be somewhat too uncool for it and Riley kept her eyes on the man for a moment. He certainly did seem to keep his cool around Faye which was hard at times, so there was a bonus there. Patterson looked at Danvers as she popped a cherry looking fruit in her mouth and could already see that it wasn't what the woman had expected. She gave a soft squeeze in her hand before slithering her hand free and brushing it through her hair and eventually played with the tails she had made in her hair.

The nurse didn't seem to be skiddish anymore or in need to rush away now as she continued to listen. As the plates slowly were getting more and more empty she looked back out to the open sea around them and she lazily lurked. After a little while she did straighten up and stretched herself, giving both Faye and Rhys a view of her own body before she got up and took the plates "You guys want a refill on drinks or snacks?" she asked as she smiled and gave Faye a kiss on her shoulder "I might get some more fruit as I'm still a bit hungry. Just tell me what you guys want and I'll be back shortly." she said warmly as she collected the near empty plates.

After hearing what they desired, she sauntered off and gave them some privacy while going back in the line for the banquet.

[Lt. Rhys Williams| Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Brutus @Nolan

As Rhys conversed with his new friends, he noticed that despite her protestations indicating she was uncomfortable on the sea, Faye showed none of the ill effects. He had known people who were ill at ease on water and it often manifested in illness. However, the boat was big, stable and slow moving so that was unlikely anyway.

As she indicated tattoos had nothing to do with cool or uncool Faye took another bite of the cherry like fruit in front of her. She seemed to take it in absentmindedly. He looked at his plate and took one and then winced a little. That was not to his taste at all in fact it was approaching flavourlessness. He smiled a little awkward smile at Faye and Riley. “Yeah not so fond of those.”

As the ensign talked about how she had a tendency to barrel into things, that made sense to him from her demeanour so far. There was an assuredness and self confidence to her that he envied. “Not odd, useful. Surety is important in most professions. Something I’ve never been quite as good at, but then a diplomat has to lead interactions, I have to do the opposite in most cases.” Faye also sounded clearly very well-travelled. Rhys had only been off earth a few times before he joined Starfleet. Seeing different places had been part of the appeal as well as following in his mother’s footsteps.

Faye then talked about how unprudish the Aldeans are. There was a certain something in her voice that left him feeling like she knew about their sexual openness from personal experience. Then he was surprised by her suggesting he would look good in the local attired. That of course generated a blush, but not as significant as any of the ones that came before. He did not truly believe she meant what she said, after all she was a diplomat flattery was a key skill.

At this point Riley rose to leave the table. He felt a little bad, he should have been trying to include her more in the conversation. However, there was not way he could not notice the way she moved as she rose from the table. That generated a physical reaction other than his blushing. He managed to keep the discomfort from his face. He truly was useless when confronted with those he found attractive.  “Oh er… Riley that is very kind of you. Just a drink if you don’t mind.” He had enough of sampling the unusual banquet. The drinks seemed pleasant enough and would hopefully take his mind off the discomfort.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie @Nolan 
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A pair of graceful eyebrows arched slowly up on Faye's forehead as Riley rose up to her feet and made her offer to Rhys and the Betazoid Diplomat. Her eyes darted back and forth between the two and then she beamed brightly up at the nurse, running a hand over the back of the girls' thigh once she  was fully upright. She kept her eyes on the petty officer but let her mind reach out, just to taste the emotional waters of the counselor sharing the table with them when she did so. Aloud she addressed her paramour, and requested, "If you don't mind, I think my sweet tooth is acting up. I'm good on drink, but maybe a pastry? Pretty please." 

Batting her eyelashes up at the human woman was probably playing dirty. This didn't deter her in the slightest. Riley Paterson was a nurse after all, and her vocation certainly loaned it self to watching what Faye ate. And since Faye wanted to indulge, she played dirty indeed. Sweeeets, gimmie gimme, she thought playfully, and gave a little finger wave as the nurse sauntered back toward the table, purring from the kiss on her shoulder. 

Without looking back at Rhys - yet - Faye spoke up. "She is a very kind person. There's a good heart in there, under that nice body of hers. She loves to listen to others. Lets me ramble for entirely too many hours straight. Makes her a very good nurse, if I'm any judge." Her smile had grown soft, though not quite sappy, as she darted her eyes away from the petty officer and back to the Lieutenant. They flicked down and up, just once, taking in all that she could see. The table cut off some of the view. A very different kind of enjoyable from the one she'd had of Patterson walking away. All muscles and angles here, less curves. Not a bad thing at all. 

Hoping to pull him away from some of his darker thoughts, a mood swirling below the surface of the current aroused feelings, Faye flashed the more senior officer a wide, toothy grin. It was time to address something she'd started to notice. "Mind if I give you a small piece of advice, Rhys?" She waited for a moment to get his assent, and then nodded and lay her chin in one palm, fixing him with what she hoped was a warm look. 

"I am a very honest person. That can occasionally be at odds with my job, which requires me to read as much of the person across from me without giving away anything of myself. So I make up for it in my personal interactions, off the clock. I say what I think, and I don't really sugar coat it. Case and point, when I said I thought the local garments would look good on you, and that little look of doubt that crossed your face?" And your mind she thought, but refrained from saying, "I meant it. The best kind of flattery, dear counselor, is the honest kind of flattery. Trust me when I tell you you're easy on the eyes. She thinks so too by the way," Faye noted, jerking her head toward where Riley stood in the buffet line.

"So chin up Rhys. No need to worry about second guessing me. Just...relax and enjoy the boat. That's what we're all here for right? R'n'R?" Faye worried she might be laying it on too thick, but with Faye there were really just two settings - reserved, slow place diplomacy, or full on flirt.

[Lt. Rhys Williams| Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Brutus @Nolan

Faye and Riley’s interactions were wholesome. Rhys’ shy awkward demeanour hid from sight a wildly romantic heart. He was Welsh after all and seemed to confirm to the stereotype of romance and sentimentality.  Seeing other people in this way sent a warm feeling through him, with a slight tinge of sadness as he never really believed anyone would feel the same about him. 

Faye spoke of Riley with passion, conviction and affection. Rhys had to agree. In the short time he had known her she seemed to be all the things Faye described. They were an interesting pair and seemed to mesh well smoothing each other’s rough edges. At least as far as he could tell.

Rhys did wonder if Faye was sending some admiring glances his way, but he dismissed that out of hand. She then surprised him by asking to offer him some advice. He nodded and said “Of course.” He wondered what she was about to tell him.

What she said continued the feeling of discomfort and the obvious blushing over his skin. She though him easy on the eyes. He knew she was telling the truth as she saw it, she had no reason to lie or assuage his ego. However, she was missing one critical piece of the puzzle.

He smiled a soft shy smile. It was really an abuse of smile, there was more sadness to it than joy which is what a smile is meant for. “I thank you for that, however I have a little bit of information for you.” He paused and drained his glass as he tried to think of the right way to phrase the words in his head. “I deal every day with people who have problems of one kind or another. One of them is delusions.” He sighed, “Most people think that a delusion is all encompassing. That those with them don’t realise they are delusions. In a lot of cases this is not true.” He pointed to his head “It is possible to know a delusion is just that, something made by an ill brain.” Then he pointed to his heart “Yet to feel it in here as real as any fact or law.” He laughed a little. “I know my delusions are utter nonsense, but they feel more real than the truth.”
He was being much more open with her, than he would ever normally be.

Of course it was not the most harmful delusion he had. The worst being the horrible thought that he caused bad things to happen to other people. He knew his mind had no special powers, yet that belief clung on with a ferocity and had almost cost him his career at one point. He’d never forget that time when the hateful voices and pain had overwhelmed him. He knew sometime soon another reckoning would be coming. He was clinging on to his job by the skin of his teeth.

He was grateful to her kindness however, so his smile did perk up. “I will however try to take your advice and enjoy the boat and the company. I don’t think that last part will be too difficult.” He blushed a little at what he said, but it was close as he knew how to get to flirting.

[ Lt. JG Tessa May Lance, callsign "GoldenEye" (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Tessa_May_Lance,_callsign_%22Goldeneye%22) | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: Any Crew, @Nolan

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The transporter beam effect went away and Tessa appeared on the deck of the ship. She could feel the heat and she was enjoying it. The light shone on her and it was so beautiful and bright for her to behold. Thankfully she had dressed for the occasion on the ship and wore a nice red dress. [Show/Hide] The dress was a perfect pairing of cleavage, and skin, not to mention how it would keep her cool.

As Tessa glanced around the deck, aside from some classic Starfleet red and silver color palettes she took notice of, she saw some familiar faces from the Wolves and other command-level officers present. Even the CO of the Wolves was present funny enough.

Since her most recent therapy session with the councilors, she had been advised to take, 'advantage of', some more well-needed shore leave. After all, it wasn't a common luxury for her to have it available to her.

A little sad, but overall, she felt chipper having the time to think was what she so desperately needed right now. Leaning down on a bench, she caught glances from the various crews as she more or less stayed to herself. Unsure of herself due to past behavior and emotional outbursts. She was slightly ashamed and wished she could take it back.

"Well...here we are Tessa," she muttered under her breath as she relaxed and soaked in the sun.  "You came here to relax, now by golly, let's relax." As she closed her eyes she drifted off, as she basked in the sunlight.

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OOC: Open to a conversation with anyone on this as to reintegrate Tessa in the storyline here.

[ Lt. JG Tessa May Lance, callsign "GoldenEye" (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Tessa_May_Lance,_callsign_%22Goldeneye%22) | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Stegro88

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Tessa woke from her nap with a slight sunburn, nothing significant, but still a sunburn that'd likely mess with her tan. "Well that's going to leave a mark later," she said inspecting her arms and chest. As she sat up, she noticed a few crew members on the deck, one of which was a member of the Lone Wolves.

"I wonder if they wouldn't mind me crashing their sunbathing." She stood up and stretched. It sure felt like she got in a nice nap on the deck. Ever since her recent therapy session, she felt free, and at peace with the world. Nothing really seemed to leave a lasting impact to her psyche all of a sudden. "Holy smokes! Am I having an internal monologue with myself all of a sudden? Since when have I done that?" She paused to think some more. "Since when have I ever internalized anything? What did they do to me? I mean, I feel better, but I am definitely not acting as I did." She shrugged, "Maybe that's a good thing. A chance to reinvent me."

She gathered herself up and walked towards the other two officers who were sunbathing. It appeared to be... She squinted from the brightness after awaking from such a relaxing nap. It was Donna Petterson, callsign "Chance", and Samala.

As Tessa walked toward the two women, she peered around, seeing several others relaxing. She even saw Lorad on the deck which was a bit of a surprise. She peeled off her outer dress and got down to her bikini. [Show/Hide] As Tessa walked, she grabbed a drink for herself, took a sip of it, and she arrived with her long strides next to the others.

"Mind if I join you two?", as she gestured to the lounge chair next to them. She had already set her discarded dress down beside on top of it to prevent herself from being burned by the heat on the chair.

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[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie @Nolan 
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Despite her best intentions, the reaction that Faye got was...bittersweet. There was pain in there, and the diplomat had to call on a bit of her own training to keep her face from showing the reaction to what she felt coming from him, not just what she saw. For all her talk about trying to set aside the job on her down time, here she was, putting those very same skills to use in her conversation with Rhys. She laced her fingers together once more, and lay her chin atop them, watching intently with those coal black eyes, solid and as dark as the space between the stars.

She didn't speak as he spoke; after all he had let her say her piece, and fair was fair. Faye nodded along at all the right moments, frowning her and there, feeling her eyebrows rise up at other points. All the little non verbal signs that showed the diplomat was listening along, processing what the counselor had to say. Delusions, yes, she knew those. She likely had more than a few that she was less than aware of, though it was a good, if sad point, the Lieutenant was making. You aren't always unaware, no, not at all. That the agreement was silent made it no less real. No less true. 

Taking a long breath in as she leaned back in the seat, tossing an arm behind it (and thus giving ample view of her chest rising and falling if anyone were watching - say a lieutenant she was sharing a booth with) the diplomat nodded. "Usually when it comes to delusions, my job involves either exposing them in the most advantageous fashion to get what I want for the people I represent, or playing up to the same delusions to butter an opponent across the table from me. Neither of which are really useful here in this moment, if you don't mind my saying." 

Her other hand reached out and pulled her drink, in, rising it to her lips to take a sip.  A bead of condensation escaped the glass, and dropped to her skin, snaking its way down her belly. She paid it no mind, as she swallowed the chilled drink, a welcome balm to the heat of the morning, though the breeze off the ocean did wonders to keep the moment from becoming stifling. Behind her, Faye could hear the pitter patter of someone new arriving. More and more of the crew were beginning to cycle through and come down to the ship to enjoy the party being provided by their hosts. For a moment, Faye thought of other things that their hosts had willingly provided, and giggled. Then she set her glass down, and set aside all notions of 'urun' for the time being to focus on Rhys.

"I won't press you on the subject of your delusions. You would know far better than I how to deal with them. I will be free with compliments however, because that's simply who I am.  And relaxed on a boat is a good look on you. Hell, it's a good look on me too," she swept her hand up and down along her torso, a quick back and forth as if to illustrate the point. "A good look on all of us. So I'm very glad you're going to take my advice about enjoying it. God knows all of us need it." She flashed him a wolfish grin, belaying the hurt that was under the notion. The last few months had not been good for anyone, even if Faye had spent most of it in stasis. A moment like this, the calm of the ocean, good company? Too precious to pass up. 

"So other than eating, and sunbathing, what does one do on a Yacht anyways?"

[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson & Samala | Foredeck | Eclipse | Aldea ] Attn: @Pierce
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The two of them had been enjoying a quiet bake in the sun while chatting about inane stuff and Donna was taking a liking to the young hybrid. She had a delightful youth and innocence to her that covered up the coiled fighter underneath. She hid it well, but Donna had experience in dealing with similar people and knew the signs. The continuous looking around and the difficulty in relaxing, all traits of someone used to looking over their shoulder. It reminded Donna of herself when she had first become Donna Petterson.

The sounds of approaching feet drew her attention and she turned her head to see one of her fellow wolves approaching somewhat hesitantly. It was Tessa ‘Goldeneye’ Lance. Donna hadn’t had the opportunity to fly with her yet and the opportunities to speak to her were just as rare. Which made the act of her approaching her on this yacht interesting indeed; more so when she asked to join the two of them, setting her dress on the lounge chair next to her.

“Of course,” Donna said, admiring the shade of Tessa’s bikini that almost matched her own. “The more the merrier. What brings you down today? And have you met Samala before?” she asked, indicating her companion lying next to her.

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[ Lt. JG Tessa May Lance, callsign "GoldenEye" (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Tessa_May_Lance,_callsign_%22Goldeneye%22) | Foredeck | Eclipse | Aldea ] Attn: @Stegro88

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Tessa felt slightly awkward, however at peace, having just confidently sat her things down next to the other two beautiful ladies who happened to be lounging about in the Aldean sun. She'd heard a little about the two of them but hadn't really gotten to know them. She knew that Donna was a Lone Wolf who came aboard from the USS Dauntless originally and was a hell of a pilot but had yet to actually fly with her. She also knew that Samala was a Half Reman, Half Romulan hybrid who was previously a pilot from the Reman Underground. Other than that, she knew nothing of the two.

As Tessa laid down on top of her dress, she smiled. "Thank you for letting me crash the party over here. I just figured I'd try and meet some other shipmates in our much needed R&R here." She paused and thought for a moment, furrowed her brow, and spoke again. "I merely wanted to meet you both officially. Especially in the event we end up flying together in the future, which is very likely, I'd like to know you better. And no, I haven't met Samala yet either. So you're the awesome pilot I've heard so much about?"

Her hand went to her head in a quirky fashion as she gave an old fashioned salute to the two. "Well, nice to meet you both. We already have something in common. We're all sexy pilots who drive some wicked fast spacecraft." She laughed for the first time in a while. It felt good she thought.

Tessa glanced over at Donna and realized that she'd worn an almost matching swimsuit to the party. "Great suit there! I totally didn't realize that you were wearing something similar before coming over here, but you are definitely rocking it!" She stated looking her over, admiring how her body filled it out perfectly. The recognition that she had just checked out Donna hit her and she shook her head and went back to normal.

"So what are you guys up to since we arrived? I hope I wasn't interrupting anything important." She said in a slightly meek manner.

[Lt. Rhys Williams| Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Brutus @Nolan

Rhys watched Faye as she listened to his words. He got the feeling that on some level she understood what he meant. She was clearly intelligent and highly empathetic so that was no surprise. It was amazing the power that an untruth could have over your life. He wasn’t stupid, his mother’s death was not his fault nor the destruction of the USS Mercia. However, it did not feel as real as the delusion that they were all his fault.

He had been twelve when she died. The Lichfield just another ship among the multitude of carcasses at Wolf 359. The argument that he had with her before she left had no influence on her death whatsoever. However, it was there the voice in the back of his head maintained the blame against all logic. It came to him most in either moments of quiet stress or times he was on his own not doing much. When there was nothing to distract a brain far to prone to fevered imagination.

He nodded tamely at what Faye had to say. No, those skills would not be helpful here. He could not help his eyes tracking the bead of condensation as it moved over her skin, and the almost overwhelming desire to lick it off that came with seeing it. Many people who had known Rhys, had often assumed he was sexually disinterested, some even had wondered if he was asexual. He had never really dated anyone for any decent period of time and tended to become uncomfortable whenever the topic was raised. However, this was to mistake anxiety for a lack of desire. He was sexually interested, he had just been uncomfortable in ever expressing that desire. In addition, there was added complication of his delusion that he negatively affected the lives of those around him. It led to an uncomfortable distance.

He watched her arm move as she indicated that the appearance of relaxed boat passengers was a good luck for all of them.  In her and Riley’s case he could not disagree. She then asked him what could be done on the Yacht.

“Well apparently there are holosuites, there is a disco hall and as I am sure you saw a swimming pool.” He wasn’t especially interested in the holosuite as there were some on the Theurgy that people could go to anytime they had some free time. However, in truth he hoped whatever she would prove to be interested in doing she would invite him to come along. He in his heart of hearts he needed company now as much as anyone.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie @Nolan 
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Unless she felt a giant urge to invade the man's privacy and pry into his deeper throughts, Faye would not know the specifics of what he was thinking about. There would be no deep understanding of the source of his self doubt and guilt. No knowledge about a ship, about the death of his mother. None of that. Just the surface impressions, lightly picked up, slowly radiating out of him. Emotions were generally easier to sense, and at the same time harder to tune out. Like ripples in the water, she felt them. And thus she felt the flickering tastes of long held guilt, not the childhood belief, even one that was knowingly wrong that caused it. 

And she knew, based in the truth she heard in his words, that there was damned little she could do about it. Other than her decision to enjoy the day on the boat that they'd beamed down on. She glanced back as Rhys got settled back within himself, so to speak, and pretended that she did not feel his eyes on her, nor the spike of interest and desire that bubbled up. Faye was pleased that she didn't visibly preen under the weight of the flickering emotions. Instead she did a double check on her paramour, Nurse Patterson, still in line, though she judged, not for much longer. 

Rhys spoke up though, and Faye turned her gaze back to him and flashed a bright, toothy grin as she listened. Her eyebrows rose up a bit when she heard what he'd found out about the place, and she let out a little giggle. Then she looked down at her attire and slid a thumb under one strap of her top. She pulled it away and let it hit back with a little pop, as she noted, "I am dressed for the water I suppose.

"But a Disco hall? For dancing, right? Under one of those shiny mirrored ball things?" Amusement dripped from her voice as she contemplated that idea. "I think I went to a place back when I was at the Academy that had one of those. Some hole in the wall club in LA, a quick hop through the Academy public transporters and then down the main strip along the beach. Can't remember the name of the place but man they dressed funny in there." The memory was a fond one, and she smiled at it. The little quirk of her lips turned ever so slightly coy as she cheated, picking up on that little thread of longing to be included. 

"Which do you think we should do, Rhys? Go dancing or go swimming?" Like the counselor, she had little desire to see what kind of holoprograms the Aldean's had provided in their Yacht; save when the ship had giant holes in them, she could book holodeck time whenever she wanted. Swimming in a yacht, dancing with real people, now those were things she couldn't do every day. That's why she'd dragged Riley down here in the first place, to let loose (again) and have a little fun (again). Sure, she had only really planned on spending the time with Riley, but it wasn't as if she were opposed to adding some more eye candy to the mix for the day. She rather imagined the man across from her would look very nice dripping wet with either water or a sweat worked up on the dance floor. Faye was as flighty as her name might suggest, prone to see something she might enjoy and make a grab for it almost like a magpie.

And their new friend looked like he had the potential to be fun, as long as his self doubt didn't get in the way. It would just be up to her and Riley to make sure it didn't.

[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson & Samala | Foredeck | Eclipse | Aldea ] Attn: @Pierce
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Samala had been eyeing the new arrival since she had seen her approaching herself and Donna. They had been having a peaceful time laying out in the sun, something Samala found both incredibly strange and oddly relaxing at the same time. She had put it down to her upbringing though, choosing instead to just enjoy the time they had. And now another Terran female was disturbing that peace, though she appeared polite enough, if overly talkative for Samala’s liking at present.

“We were just laying here, enjoying the sun,” Samala answered before Donna could. “And the Apache is built for stealth, not speed. Your fighters could outrun it easily. Outgun and outfly it, that would be a harder matchup,” she commented casually, as if it irrefutably true. In her opinion, it was. “We’ve just be laying here. I’ve never just stretched out to enjoy the sun before. And pardon the dress, I wasn’t intending to stay long when I first beamed down. Donna convinced me otherwise.”

“She has this lovely green set that looks incredible on her,” Donna remarked, joining in. “Speaking of which, we need to organise a time to go down and get some more clothes for you. The sooner the better.”

“If you say so,” Samala acceded.  

“And what about you Tessa?” Donna asked, looking to her fellow wolf. “How are you finding Aldea? After being on the run for so long, a little R&R must feel like heaven.”

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[ Lt. JG Tessa May Lance, callsign "GoldenEye" (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Tessa_May_Lance,_callsign_%22Goldeneye%22) | Foredeck | Eclipse | Aldea ] Attn: @Stegro88

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Tessa could tell she was slightly irritating Samala with her babbling as they were quietly sunbathing. She took her tone and volume down a few notches to better fit in with their relaxation regiment.

"We were just laying here, enjoying the sun, and the Apache is built for stealth, not speed. Your fighters could outrun it easily. Outgun and outfly it, that would be a harder matchup," Tessa nodded in agreement as she took into account of what Samala said.

"We've just be laying here. I've never just stretched out to enjoy the sun before. And pardon the dress, I wasn't intending to stay long when I first beamed down. Donna convinced me otherwise."

A smile hit Tessa's face as she realized that everyone needed this shore-leave. "This has been a wonderful shore leave. I've laid out in the sun on Earth but this is something different to behold. Enjoy it while you can. Holodecks don't do the real thing enough justice." A slight chuckle came out of her mouth as she heard that last part about the dress. "No worries. I think it looks beautiful on you!"

Tessa was about to comment more and Donna chimed in, "She has this lovely green set that looks incredible on her."  Donna continued and remarked to Samala about getting more clothes for her as Tessa just listened before Donna turned back to her.

"And what about you Tessa? How are you finding Aldea? After being on the run for so long, a little R&R must feel like heaven."

She gathered her thoughts and looked back at her fellow Wolve. "I've been trying to just get a fresh start. I've been with the Theurgy since this mess began," she said as her arms went up in the air some, talking with her hands. "It's been great being here, getting to finally relax and actually meet people outside of the battlefront. I could definitely get used to this feeling even though I know it has to come to an end." She pondered more, "Maybe once this whole mission is behind us, we can take a group vacation to Risa and relax."

After she leaned back again to relax she looked back at Donna and Samala. "What are you looking forward to after we're exonerated?"

[ Lt. JG Donna ‘Chance’ Petterson & Samala | Foredeck | Eclipse | Aldea ] Attn: @Pierce
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"I’ve never seen the appeal of vacationing on Risa,” Donna thought to herself, knowing full well her view was jaded by having spent her teenage years on the planet. Spend enough time anywhere and you a bound to lose some of the wonderment for a place. “A vacation for me would be someplace like.... like.... huh,” she considered, trying to remember her most recent vacation spot and realising that she hadn’t enjoyed an actual vacation since before joining Starfleet Intelligence. “Unless I count the 6 weeks in the hospital, but I don’t really remember much of that.”

“Exonerated?” Donna asked, forcing herself not to scoff at the question. The likelihood that they would survive long enough to be pardoned was infinitesimal at best. And after that, they’d all be quietly be reassigned or retired from the fleet. They were a rogue element and couldn’t be trusted to return to the fold, despite that being one of the things they wanted. “Disappearing. I am looking forward to disappearing. Samala?”

"I have nothing to be exonerated for,” Samala remarked calmly. “But after I am done here, I will be looking for a way to continue helping my brothers and sisters that remain enslaved to the Romulans. However that may be done.”

[ Lt. JG Tessa May Lance, callsign "GoldenEye" (https://uss-theurgy.com/w/index.php?title=Tessa_May_Lance,_callsign_%22Goldeneye%22) | Foredeck | Eclipse | Aldea ] Attn: @Stegro88

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Tessa wondered why Donna said exonerated the way she did. It was like she knew something that Tessa didn't. She changed it to simply disappearing. It was an interesting choice she thought but not entirely out of the realm of what would be acceptable for all that they had to go through so far.

As Samala remarked not having the need to be exonerated. Tessa was about to talk when Samala stated her desire to return to the fold, helping her Reman brothers and sisters that remain enslaved to the Romulans.

"I guess I'd never saw it that way before. Disappearing and surviving honestly wouldn't be half bad at this point." She thought about a quote that had floated through the fleet supposedly from Captain Kirk, wrong century. "...While you're there, you can make a difference..." "So maybe making a difference somewhere is what we should really be after. Whether in Starfleet or not. Either way, I plan to do that."

Tessa stood up, clearly in thought and gathered her things up in an almost stoic Vulcan mannerism. "You've given me some things to think about. Thank you for letting me join you. I'll see you back on the ship. I have some things I need to think about still."

She waved goodbye as she walked slightly out of range and tapped her combadge. "Tessa to Theurgy, one to beam up." She said as she was enveloped in the light blue hue of the transporter beam.

[Lt. Rhys Williams| Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Brutus @Nolan

Faye had done it again. When he had mentioned a swimming pool, she had commented that she was dressed for the water and snapped the strap of her top.  He had earlier in their conversation stopped wondering if he was being flirted with and teased. He knew that on some level she was doing that. It made him happy to a degree, he was at least in her eyes worth flirting with.

She then latched on to the idea of a disco. “Yes, I think so, big mirror ball and everything. I don’t think many people are in there.” Dancing was not exactly Rhys’ forte, he did a remarkable line in newborn deer on ice impressions. That was how he danced. He had the fitness to dance well but not the level of co-ordination or the desire.

He had fuzzy distant memories of birthday parties when he had been a child and running around and ‘dancing’ to what ever had been in favour with children of four years and up at that point. As a teenager, dancing was an awkward and embarrassing thing to do and that feeling at persisted into adulthood. He never made many friends at the Academy, quite the reverse he was strongly disliked so opportunities to party with fellow cadets had been limited.

The club she mentioned in Los Angeles rang a bell, it had been a popular place with Cadets. It was a long shot, but it was possible, given what he guessed her age to be, that they had encountered each other there sometime. After the incident on the Mercia and his nervous breakdown Rhys had returned to the Academy to learn what he needed to be a counsellor. So, the second time round he might they might well have been there at the same time. He had remembered being there with his very few friends and sitting on the sideliners for the most part. He had once or twice worked up the courage to dance with a girl or a guy. The guy had ended up annoyed with very bruised toes. The girl was unscathed but had nearly died of a laughing fit at his awkwardness. He had laughed along being drunk after all, but the next morning had felt he might die of embarrassment.

He was at this stage nicely buzzed and had decided to try not to care so much. “We can go dancing if you like.” In fact, that worked for him most of the crew on board seemed be avoiding the disco. He smiled, “Though you will have to be careful with your feet. I am not the most graceful person you will ever meet.”

Even if he was a awkward and embarrassed while dancing, well at least the view would be pleasant.  Rhys stood and stretched his arms over his head. He gave a small smile and bowed in a slightly theatrical way. “Would you like to accompany me to the disco?” He was clearly faintly amused with himself as he put on a refined voice rather than the slightly more breathy and singsong tones of his usual Welsh accent.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Nolan @Juzzie 
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It seemed that this day was growing more and more eventful by the moment. While she regretted whatever it was she had done to drive off the other scantily clad man earlier when she had been in line behind him and Rhys, Faye was rather pleased with the turns the morning had taken. She could feel the elation coming off of her Imzadi as the human nurse worked her way through the line that had grown quite a bit more than it had been when she and Faye had beamed down, and the Betazoid knew that Riley would be ready to rejoin them shortly. It was handy, being able to pick out emotions like that, and to her, Riley's mind and thoughts stood out like a bright beacon in a sea of feeling and intellect without focus. She shot a quick grin over her shoulder toward the buffet, along with a swelling mix of anticipation, joy, and something much deeper, even if the woman wouldn't feel it in the same way a fellow telepath might perceive such an act. 

All of which passed in but a few scant seconds before the dark eyed woman was looking over at Rhys with an anticipatory grin on her face. Flirting was the right track to travel down, and yes, he wasn't exactly being subtle by daring his attention to her chest with that little snap of the strap, but so what? It was harmless fun. And it was fun for the both of them. Were Riley there with her...she'd still do exactly as she had done, and would have basked in her paramours amusement and possible embarrassment. After all, unlike Faye, Patterson and Williams were colleagues of a sort in a professional sense, even if he focused on healing minds, while she healed bodies. Faye just brought everyone together at the table for their best interests, as long as they intersected with hers. 

It never occurred to Faye that the man across from her might have run into her at the very club she'd mentioned. The night she had been there was something of a blur, but she'd remembered enjoying the experience, and that many of the clubs patrons had dressed in archaic 'retro' styles from whence the centuries old dance form had come. The styles of the time. Disco will never die, she'd remembered someone declare at closing time. Right before they call got kicked out and had to stumble back, piss drunk, to the public transporters. Real alcohol at the club, none of the synthetic stuff, had lead to the mother of all hangovers when Faye had woken up in some upper classmens' dorm room with  a few other people she didn't remember going to bed with passed out right along side of her. 

All in all a good time, and she was all for reliving some of the better parts of that night here and now with Rhys and Riley. Maybe no the hangover the following morning, but she wasn't ruling anything else out. This was shore leave, after all! She favored the man with a bubbly smile and wagged her eyebrows a bit. "If I like, eh?" she asked him, a coy tone to her words, few as they were. Not that Rhys could see, but she wiggled her toes under the table in her sandals. Not the best shoes for dancing in, so she'd probably kick them off once they got to the dance floor. "I promise I and my toes won't get offended if you trample them. It's been a while since I did any dancing myself Rhys, so maybe you ought to keep an eye on your own toes too." The grin turned toothy and bright, "Just to be safe."

Rhys stood and summoned up some courage from somewhere unexpected to Faye, who beamed all the brighter, placing one hand on her chest as if to say, 'who, little ole me?' and then she slowly rose up to her feet and swung her hips out from around the other side of the table. She matched his tone, playful and over the top like he had been, in answer to his offer. "Why kind sir I'd be delighted." Then she promptly slid her arm into his and snuggled right up against his side, as if they'd known each other for years, and not a scant half hour, and started off toward the dance floor, by way of the food line. 

"Riley dear," she called out to the nurse who was just exiting the line, and beamed at her, "Grab an arm darling, Rhys here is taking us dancing." Why, was there a wicked smile on her face? Well, so what if there was? This was going to be fun.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie  @Brutus 

The wait was long and as Riley looked over to the duo that was Faye and Rhys, she noticed the two of them got along just fine. The nurse couldn't help but smile at the sight of it and she looked over the delicious treats and drinks that were on display. The queue kept taking on forever, but this was R&R after all, thus Riley didn't exactly care how much she had to wait. She had woken up after a good night sleep and was still feeling the effects of that slumbering awakening from Faye. Patterson stretched herself out as it finally got to be her turn to order. She ordered herself another drink and some more fruits to experiment with.

She was a bit surprised to hear Faye call out to her. She frowned and looked over at Rhys before Faye uncovered what their next activity of the day would be. Riley had to grin before she returned the fruits yet held on to the drink. She walked over with a certain sway to her hips and a smirk on her face from ear to ear. "Why Rhys, I didn't take you to be a dancing type." she said sweetly with a wink before wrapping her arm around his free arm.

Dancing would be a great idea, Riley couldn't remember when she had gone dancing. It wasn't the kind of dancing she'd do aboard the ship, she meant actually going all out. Aboard the ship she always felt like she had to restrict herself considering who was there. To an extent of course, but out here, on a foreign planet with her Imzadi and just one man from aboard the ship. She might just let her youthful dancing moves break out once more. The prospect of it would be basking off her as she looked over at Rhys, there were certainly worse dance partners to go with.

[Lt. Rhys Williams| Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Brutus @Nolan

It was pleasant to be reassured that his clumsiness on the dance floor would not be counted against him. Dancing was never something he had ever done regularly or with any skill. His performances on the dance floor had sometimes elicited good natured laughter and a few winces as his feet mistook their toes for the dance floor. Dancing had always been a thing he had done as a kid at weddings birthday parties of relatives. When the self-consciousness of adulthood had fallen over him that aspect of fun had gone from his life. It was one thing he still needed to work on, not caring if people thought he looked silly. Self-consciousness was a disease.

He was also happy the Faye played along with his theatrics. His face went pink as he felt Faye take his arm and settle in close to his side. His heart thudded in his chest as if they had already been dancing and danced for a long time. The wicked smile on her face as she beckoned Riley over as well only increased his heart rate. Riley then sashayed her way over to him and grabbed his other arm. His face glowed very red, he was faintly embarrassed but even more than that very delighted. A felt rather like a dream two attractive people on his arm who seem genuinely interested in spending time with him. It was certainly a shot in the arm to his always shaky confidence.

“I’m not really any good at it.” He said in answer to Riley’s question about dancing. “But its not something I’ve done in a long time and with such pleasant company.” He wasn’t feeding them a line about pleasant company he was not a sophisticated enough flirter to do that. It was genuine feeling.

Shyly he walked from the bar are with the two of them close to him in search of the disco. He had seen a map before but had a notoriously bad sense of direction. After one or two wrong turnings he managed to find where they were meant to be. Together they stepped up to the doors, through which the pounding and thudding of music was vibrating towards them.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Nolan @Juzzie 
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With Riley saddling up on the other side of the Lieutenant, all was right in the world again, at least as far as Faye was concerned. She had a pretty man to go dancing with, and she had Riley along for the ride. All in all this was shaping up to be a promising morning down on Aldea. She had no idea how long they would linger there on the Yacht, but she had the whole day without a shift. Being able to set her own hours, holding down the fort as a department of one, and having no immediately pressing concerns was quite lovely really. And when one added in the fact that this party was being put on for the crew of the Theurgy at the behest of a gracious Aldean government, why, she could even consider this work! 

It wasn't often that Faye got to practice diplomacy in a yellow bikini that showed off more than it hid. That, in her book, was a win by any definition. 

Sure enough, both of her soon to be dance partners were feeling anticipation; it was rolling off both of the others in small waves. Faye basked in the moment, sucking it all in, shivering slightly and purring very softly under her breath. Wiggling a bit closer to Rhys, she glanced across his chest at Riley, winked, and then turned her face up to look at the counselor. She wasn't here to fix a life time of depression or anything like that, but she was pretty sure she'd be able to give the man a happy memory and a good time. She was feeling the stirrings of confidence coming off of him, and why shouldn't he? Neither she nor her Imzadi were hard to look at by any means. 'Easy on the eyes' was a good way to put it. 'Beautiful' worked rather nicely too. Not that Faye was vain. Certainly not that. 

He played right into her mild narcissism with well meaning (and honest) compliments. Faye would know if he were lying after all, but she doubted that had even crossed his mind. "I'm certainly glad you have good taste in dance partners," she allowed with a grin, watching his reaction to that. She had snuggled up pretty close to him, and could see Riley mimicking her on the his other side. Approving of such behavior, she gently bumped her hip against Rhys and continued as they meandered through the large yacht. "I'm sure that once we get you out on the dance floor everything will be just fine. Leave it to us," she patted his arm with one of her hands as the ascended the stairs. 

Thumping bass worked its way into her body, sending a shiver of anticipation through her frame. Bass had a way of  doing that to her, of hitting her deep in the pit of her stomach and vibrating across her body. In truth it was one of the reasons that she loved the synth-wave music of her homeworld. The thrumming, thumping pulse that rocked the body on a level almost too low for her ears to properly comprehend. "Oh....yes," the words slid out of her mouth in a sensual fashion as the rest of the music caught up with her. 

"I think we found the dance floor," she noted, stating the obvious as they walked through the sweeping arch way, into the low lit room, with its lights flashing all around, pulsing in time to the music. Her breath caught in her throat as she let her eyes sweep across the place. There was a holographic DJ off in one corner, a bar that ran the length of one side, and otherwise there was open, empty dance floor. She ran her fingertips down the side of Rhys arm and jerked her head toward the floor. "Looks like it's all ours."

[ PO3 Riley Patterson | Disco Lounge | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie  @Brutus

Riley had to smirk and chuckle a little as Rhys told her that he wasn't a very good dancer. The nurse simply shaking her head and looking back at him "Well, I wouldn't go as far as calling me a dance star either, but as long as we're having fun." she shrugged before peeking at Faye. Wondering what the brunette diplomat had been doing to the man. Natural charms perhaps or perhaps just that dose of specific Faye Eloi-Danvers that had the nurse swooning since the start.

It didn't take long for the Betazoid to assure Rhys just like Riley had that the three of them would be just fine. The choice of dance partners made Riley snicker as she bumped into Rhys a bit with her frame. After a small climb on a flight of stairs the thumping bass welcomed them to what was inexplicably the dance floor. RIley's face changed to an impressed emotion as she could feel the beat burn through her body "Oh God..." she whispered, mouthed almost as she slid her hands down Rhys' arm to his hand.

Faye was eager to get onto the dance floor as it was truly theirs for the taking. Riley stepped forward and tugged Rhys and by proxy Faye with her. She didn't stop tugging until they were at the middle of the dance floor, the epicenter of where the beats were being blasted onto their bodies. The lights moving over their skins and clothes as Riley's hips began to move and twirl to the sound of the music. It wasn't like she recognized the beat or rhythm, she just went along with it and lost herself to the music.

She reached out for Faye so the three were forming their own circle. It didn't take long for Riley to break a sweat as she danced sensually and moved her body every so often against both Rhys and Faye to get them to follow her into the frantic tune of the music.

[ Lt. Rhys Williams | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Nolan @Brutus

The flashing lights seemed to dance with them, playing over their faces and bodies in a disorientating array of patterns. Rhys felt the music wash over him like a strong tide. The beats pulsed, thumped and roiled around him. He could barely hear Faye’s comment about the dance floor being all theirs. He could see her lips move and hear a little sound from her but the music was so overpowering. He also felt Riley’s hand slide down his arm and into his own hand. There was something comforting and positive about feeling someone else’s hand in yours.

Despite the difficulty there would be in making themselves understood verbally to each other, Riley had an elegant solution to that. Rhys felt himself being pulled across to the middle of the floor, he almost stumbled in surprise. He smiled at Faye and nodded in Riley’s direction, ensuring that she was dragged along with him. Riley’s excitement was infectious and rather charming. He found himself chuckling at her expression of excitement.

Rhys felt a twinge of embarrassment at dancing in front of people and potentially showing off his clumsy ineptitude. However, fortunately the room was empty apart from them. Faye and Riley were both good at making him feel a little relaxed so soon the embarrassment faded. After all it was hard to concentrate on yourself and how awkward you felt when two beautiful women were dancing with you. To be honest it was hard for him to concentrate on anything at all.

Rhys moved by instinct to the music or by following the lead of his two companions. It wasn’t good dancing but for the most part no ones’ toes were getting trampled on by him. He had a body built for swimming so there was a degree of natural grace there though perhaps his understanding of rhythm could have been improved.


He had been worried about being embarrassed and ruining the experience for everyone else by being awkward, but fortunately his companions had taken care of that. The way both of them moved either against him, against each other or even on there own took his mind off his worries completely. The vivid colours could not compete with the dazzling nature of his new friends. The music included so many familiar and yet unfamiliar sounds. Rhys found himself in both visual and auditory overload. He lost himself in the moment intending nothing more than to have a good time, raise his heart rate and work up a sweat.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Nolan @Juzzie 
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Intense bass beats bashed against and through Faye, from all corners of the room, setting her skin to tingling as the thrum of the music warred with the throbbing pulse of her heart. Almost immediately she was caught up in the rush of it all, and needed no prodding to rush right along with Rhys and Riley made a bee line for the center of the tiled dance floor. The room was dark, and the trademark mirrored glass ball hung above the deck, sending beams of light lashing about. The floor itself seemed to spark and burst with motes of light from beneath the oddly shaped alien tiles, a mosaic of sharp angles with no two shapes quite the same, lighting with a multitude of colors in time and rhythm to the music flooding the chamber. 

Faye was privately amazed that the noise of it all couldn't be heard up on the party deck of the yacht, but she supposed that at some point back along the winding corridor some serious sound proofing tech had been employed. And seamlessly too, for Faye hadn't really conceptualized just how feverish and massive the music was. Thankfully it was not so fervent as to cause any sort of harm.

Embarrassment fled away from Rhys in waves, replaced with the ease of the moment, and Faye bathed in that emotional release. Letting go was in her nature, setting herself into the flow of the music, and the moment, was second nature to the diplomat. Her eyes shut, and she spun about the dance floor, aware in ways beyond the visual or audible as to where her dance partners were. The brilliant, bright hot flame that was Riley, the more muted, but no less captivating presence of Rhys. Between and around them she danced, weaving her way with light steps, twisting her body, kicking her legs out, tossing her arms this way and that. 

Soon enough, it was not just moving about them, but against them. Her hand roamed over Riley in ways that woul have drawn attention of anyone had there been anyone actually watching the trio of dancers. Fingers glided along the waist band of her Imzadi's suit, and her hips rolled back to press in so that she would form a thin line from thigh to shoulder, then she would push away and roll over against Rhys. This was not perhaps as intimate, as they were mostly strangers to one another, and she was careful not to tread to far out of his comfort zone. Being Betazoid helped in that matter. She could tell if a touch was welcome or not, and she laughed merrily, drawing a finger up his mostly bare stomach as she twisted away and spun in place, both hands rising up above her, pointed toward the disco ball. 

It was a heady, almost hedonistic thing, though the music in and of itself was inherently sexual in nature. The beat was simply intensely primal, tugging at cords within the Betazoid and her human companions. Faye went up on her toes, and leaned back, against Rhys, wiggling slightly, before curling away to throw her arms over Riley's neck and steal the smallest of kisses. Then, hand in hand, she spun again, grasping onto Riley, and Rhys both, twisting one into the other and back again, in a weaving, dizzily dervish twist. Her heart was racing a,d another peal of laughter flashed out, her eyes opened wide and lips parted in a breathless grin. "Oh, wow." she nearly shouted, as she pulled herself and Riley against Rhys, arms looped over him as the beat slowed into something less frantic, but still captivating and all consuming.

[ PO3 Riley Patterson | Disco Lounge | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie  @Brutus

Patterson couldn't exactly remember when she had been this loose on the dancefloor. She did remember the fling she had with a pilot on some sort of karaoke night on the fighter deck, though she hadn't been dancing there. This was on a whole other level on various ways. The beats and bass thundered through her body and there was no other way than to love it all. Any concern she had to be viewed differently by Rhys as they did work together had been pushed to the back of her mind.

Rhys seemed to be rather at ease with just her and Faye. Perhaps it did help that there wasn't a crowd or prying eyes into there dancing escapades. The nurse was happy to see the counselor give his best and started to work a sweat of his own. Faye was just a bundle of enjoyment to watch as she spun around to the music. She butterflied from Riley to Rhys and gave each their own affection, Riley gladly kissed Faye back and continued dancing having her lead her along.

Faye spun around between Faye and Rhys, it made Riley laugh as she wondered just how dizzy her Imzadi would be in the end. The feverish music slowed down into a still sensual yet less frantic paced kind of rhythm. Riley could hear herself breathe now as she was tugged along with Faye. The trio were still standing in the middle of the dance floor and whilst Faye stood at Rhys' right side, Riley stood at his left. She positioned herself so Rhys would be holding his arm over her and she'd be as close as she could get against him and to Faye for that matter.

Riley's body was somewhat sticky from the sweat yet she didn't mind as Rhys was just as sticky himself. He did smell quite nice she noted to herself and she still swayed her hips against him with the music while laying her head to rest against his body "This feels great!" she said loudly, unsure if either of her dancing partners would've heard her. One hand held onto Faye's hand as the other broke off to roam over Rhys' formed abs. It showed that the man maintained a good physique and there was little to nothing that wasn't to be liked. Her fingers diligently moved his skin as she explored his torso and abdomen, not venturing further as she couldn't quite be sure how okay he was with all of it. In any case, she'd not stop him from exploring her body should he chose to. Her eyes flashed over to Faye, a spark of mischief in them along with just love and lust as it seemed that she always got in special kinds of situations with her lover.

[ Lt. Rhys Williams | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Nolan @Brutus

It was a strange feeling one he could not really remember feeling before. It was not unpleasant though far from it. It was one of those rare times when his mind was quiet, peaceful. Normally it was a mess a tiring confusion of random ideas, hateful self-thoughts, questions, vague and undefined worries. Now his mind felt still of that kind of thought at least. Countering the stillness of his thoughts was the tension in his body. His body seemed to have taken on a life of its own as far as he was concerned. It moved around the dancefloor against and with Faye and Riley.  The tension pooled as a fire in his stomach and in truth the warmth was spreading lower.

The touch of his companions did nothing to alleviate that feeling. Faye’s touch against his bare stomach brough the skin up in goose bumps. His spine had shivers and chills coursing along it all the while the rest of him felt like it was heating up. His heart was beating faster from more than just their physical exertions. Riley touched him as well, her caresses just as welcome as Faye’s had been. He was hard now. There was no way of really hiding it, and with a slight feeling of surprise he realised he really didn’t care if they noticed. Rhys would normally have been horribly mortified, and would have tried to find some excuse to leave. He really didn’t care.

He found himself touching them back. Light brushes of his finger tips against an arm, a hip, maybe their navels.  This was especially surprising normally Rhys required written permission in triplicate to touch even someone who was begging him to touch them. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he never trusted his perception that they would really want him to touch them. However, that illusion was easy to break when they were dancing with you in the way Faye and Riley were.

Soon the dance slowed a little and Rhys found Riley’s head pressed against him on one side and Faye holding him close on the other. His arm went around Riley’s shoulder, and his thumb gently rubbed little circles on her now glistening skin. His hand was on Faye’s hip doing the same there. They were all sweating and it made them shine under the lights all the more, and made their skin even more appealing were that possible to touch. “None of us have trodden on anyone’s toes yet, so I’d say that as a positive.” He said laughing a little though the sound was mostly swallowed up by the throbbing beats. His bright blue eyes shone in his face almost brighter than the lights. He looked and felt just happy. He knew instinctively that whatever happened this would be a night he would remember for ever.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie @Nolan 
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Faye found herself syncing up unconsciously with Riley, in the way that they danced, and how they circled about Rhys. If she'd been really aware of it, she might have found that curious, or possibly concerning. As it was, she was having too much fun to pay it much mind at all, beyond the joy of the moment, the press of flesh on flesh and the mirth and laughter of her lover, and their dance partner for the morning. It was almost life reaffirming, throwing caution to the wind, and letting oneself be swept up in the throbbing beat of a music so intense you had to struggle to hear yourself think. Like a flower petal caught in a breeze she flittered about the two humans on the dance floor, weaving that tight pattern, until things calmed, and the music shifted. 

Panting slightly, still elated, Faye easily draped herself over and against Rhys, her fingers reaching out and finding contact with her Imzadi across the expanse of the other mans equally sweaty form. They both teased him a bit, idly, as the music slowed and the trio of dancers began to more sway in one space than flail about. Bodys were pressed tight now, and Faye felt a heat rolling off of Riley, that deep sort of desire that seemed ever present when the two of them were together. The diplomat had often been accused of being a hedonist, and today was no great exception. She'd been flirting on and off with Rhys at the table, letting him know that she liked what she saw and knew he did in turn. She was often very handsy when given  the chance with Riley, and feeling that throb of desire from her lover caused a ready answer in her own loins. 

Not that dancing with two beautiful people wouldn't be enough to get her a bit rilled up on its own. Having it be Riley that was involved was simply a guarantee that her own hormones would run a bit rampant. They were still in that new, brimming with energy and lust stage of any good relationship, and Faye had enough experience to know that she needed to treasure that, and continue to cultivate the much deeper emotional connection that also existed. The reason that Faye saw something of a future for herself with the nurse was not because Riley was smoking hot, up for pushing the boundaries of fun, and possessed of an almost damned deftness of touch. It was everything else about her that drew Faye like a moth to the flame that had forged the deep connection.

Rhys, on the other hand, was a different basket all together. For the moment, the attraction there was purely a physical one. She'd noticed as they'd danced that the longer the song went on, the more relaxed and comfortable the shy counselor had become. He'd allowed himself to return the inviting touches. Faye had seen the way that his hand had caressed along Riley's spine, slowly down the bare expanse of back. And had felt the graze of his thumb across her stomach, teasing, tickling, there and gone again. Yes, there was a foundation for a friendship there, based on the earlier conversation the two had shared while Riley was in the food line. But that didn't preclude some of the thoughts that Faye had now. 

He made a comment about toes, and Faye had obliged him in return with a laugh. It was actually funny, and the laugh was hardly forced. She glanced down and wiggled one of her feet theatrically, kicking it out past Riley, and then running it over the girls leg. Somehow Faye managed not to fall, but only by clinging all the more tightly to Rhys. Oops.

"I'll take that as a win, Counselor,"" Faye laughed with her words, teasing and inviting, glancing down to make sure she put her foot back in a safe spot. Her eyes caught on something else however, and she made a little 'o' with her mouth for a moment, before her eyes shot up to meet Riley's and draw the girls attention south, to the very visible tent that had formed. As she did, she probed a bit with her mind and found that she wasn't the only one feeling the heat of the moment. Her grin grew into a toothy gesture, the smile wide, and she wagged her eyebrows up and down at her paramour, before wiggling in a bit closer and pressing her cheek in against Rhys' chest, looking up and batting her eyelashes. 

"Is that because of us?" She asked him, purring the words, and knowing the answer already. Even as she asked, she snaked one of her arms low around his hip, in what she hoped was a reassuring gesture, while her hand played along Riley's outstretched arm. Faye was bound and determined not to push Rhys into something he did not wish to do. But she knew, on an instinctual level, how Riley felt. So it all came down to the man squeezed between them. This had not been her intention when they'd agreed to dance, but she wasn't going to shy away from the opportunity either. 

[ PO3 Riley Patterson | Disco Lounge | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie  @Brutus

"Agreed, no painful feet is always a win." Riley answered laughing as the music had taken a more slow yet still sensual direction. She felt a foot running up along her calf and when she checked who's it belonged to, she shouldn't have been surprised to find out it belonged to Faye. The Betazoid teasing the girl and Riley wondered if she was feeding off her emotions like she sometimes did. Not that she didn't mind, she felt different around Faye now, which wasn't in a bad way. She felt more connected to her than she had been in a while now. It was an odd feeling, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Regardless, it all didn't matter a lot as they were all just having a time of their lives!

Feeling the slight attention Rhys was giving her by running his fingers in circles against her skin made the nurse press more into him. She seemed to crave the touch and attention. He eyes looking up at his for a moment and smiling invitingly at him before she looked back at Faye. The diplomat had caught on to something as she subtly guided Riley's eyes further south to the pitched tent. Riley smiled a bit wider now and pressed her lips together as she shared another look with Faye. Even more mischief and even desire burning in her eyes as she knew her Imzadi didn't shy away from these situations. Her thoughts confirmed as Faye called Rhys out to it, asking hi if this was the effect of the both of them on him.

Riley kept herself close to Rhys, her one hand that toyed with Faye's arm continuing to do so as she did the same to her, the other hand moving from Rhys' abdomen further down. She did so with the utmost care as she looked up like Faye was doing to his face. The purpose different though as she looked at his facial features, checking what she could get away with or when to stop if he showed any sign of discomfort. Her hand snaked along his navel further down his abdomen. Fingers grazing slightly against his skin before she felt the fabric of his pants. She let her palm press into it as she avoided the tent and just moved along his thigh and hips along to his legs before moving her hand back up in the same way.

Riley's legs moved against his leg as well in turn and her eyes sparkled a little under the lights as she pressed her lips into the sweaty form of Rhys' torso. It tasted salty, like she'd expected, but didn't mind quite at all as she planted a few smooches with extra care and affection. The goal trying to not spook him at all though showing that like him, he wasn't the only one feeling that aroused state. She craved the touches he was giving her more and in turn craved the touches of Faye all the more as well.

[ Lt. Rhys Williams | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Brutus @Nolan

Faye and Riley were so into each other it was very obvious.  From Rhys’ perspective it was incredibly endearing. Considering how they had been dancing with him it seemed wrong to say they were cute together, but Rhys felt it was true. One made him feel especially good about the whole situation was how they treated him. It was clear how into each other they were but at no point did he feel like he was being left out.

Now that the music had quietened down and settled into a mesmeric thudding beat, both women seemed to be draped over him. His joke seemed to have gone over well, he was certainly not used to being able to make people laugh. Faye seemed to stumble as she tried to tease Riley with her foot, Rhys’ arm held her tighter to himself, but she seemed to catch herself anyway. It was then he heard Faye’s purring voice and looked down and instantly went red. It was fortunate that the lighting would disguise his face. There was little the disco lighting could do for his other problem. There was no point in pretending, it was pretty obvious. At best he could try and persuade them he was turned on by flashing lights, but he had a feeling that would not fly.

He looked to Riley, and she had clearly noticed to. The touch of her hand along his stomach and down over his thigh was a fairly strong indicator that she was not upset by this development. Even Rhys, who almost never trusted his own judgement in situations like this, could not ignore that as a sign of approval. Soon she was placing kisses on his chest, which did not help matters below the belt.

“Well … yeah of course…. How could it not be because of you two?” His voice quietened as a little bit of the shyness crept back in, it was now tougher to hear him over the music. Despite this however, one hand continued to run delicately over Faye’s skin as the other did the same to Riley. His fingers traced a little lower almost imperceptibly just over the top of their bikini bottoms before moving back up.  He made no attempt to move away from them. In fact he pulled both of them unconsciously closer into his body. He still was cautious after all in his mind, just because they seemed to approve of the fact, he was turned on by them did not mean that anything else was going to happen. The temptation to kiss both of them however was a strong one. As Riley was kissing his chest, he found his head moving almost out of his control towards Faye. It was still a touch awkward as he was not sure this advance would be reciprocated.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Nolan @Juzzie 
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Your Honor, I wish to state for the record, before the court, that I did not intend for it to go this way when I beamed down today. The little mental plea almost set Faye into giggles. She could honestly say that she had not intended to sweep up one of her fellow officers from the Theurgy into an intimate encounter with herself and her Imzadi when she had dragged the nurse down to the planet that morning. Nor has she intended - exactly - to try and tease Rhys into something uncomfortable, once she'd realized she had accidentally interrupted his plans, or whatever it was that she and Riley had stumbled into earlier that left the counselor high and dry as Adam Kingston abruptly departed. Once she'd started to get to know Rhys and his situation that day, her entire intent and purpose had been to selflessly ensure that he had a good time and saw himself in a better light. 

Okay, maybe not selflessly. She enjoyed a good dance, Rhys was easy on the eyes, and it was fun to flirt with him. It was fun to watch him dance with Riley. It was fun to dance with both of them in turn. But, even if only to herself, she continued to insist that she had not intended to end up making out with him on the dance floor.

Honest, your honor. These things just keep happening to me.

But as she felt his fingertips ghost across the hem of her bikini bottoms, and saw his face tilt in her direction, it wasn't as if she were going to let the opportunity that she now found before her slip away. Just because she hadn't intended for it to happen wasn't mean she wouldn't do everything she could to help it along now that it clearly was going to happen. Why that would be rude, and do irreparable damage to the very nice man's self-image. 

"And here I was," she purred softly, turning her head up to meet him half-way, "Thinking I was the only one here who knows how to flatter properly. Color me impressed, Counselor." And then Faye's lips were entirely too busy to do something as mundane as talking. She let him close the distance fully, let him initiate the moment but as soon as it started, she was there, answering his call with a long, low kiss, swaying her hips to the music, and running one of her hands up, to snake through his hair, scraping her nails gently against his short locks.  As far as first kisses went, she tried to give him one that would curl his toes and strain those tight pants of his all the more. 

Faye let it linger, for a long moment, then pulled away, and so help her, batted her lashes up at him, purring happily as she tasted the emotional waters around her. Nothing invasive, just like holding a hand above a pot of water to see if it was being heated or not. Pleased with what she found, she let her hand mirror Riley's from before - the one not still playing with his hair - and swept it down his stomach. Unlike the last time however, and in fact, unlike Rhys earlier, she did slide her hand under the hem of his pants. Now, she did not go so far as to touch the current cause of the tent, but she came damn close. If he so chose, he could turn very easily and there would be plenty of contact.

Smiling up at him with heat in her eyes, she tilted her head toward Riley. "I'd suggest letting her kiss you too. I've found her to be an excellent kisser. And for the record, Rhys, as long as you are okay with this, you don't actually need to stop at the hem of my swimsuit." She wasn't going to let him go all shy on her now. And she could sense that Riley was eager to try the man on for herself. 

[ PO3 Riley Patterson | Disco Lounge | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ][ Attn: @Juzzie @Brutus

The slight touch of Rhys in return to Riley's hem of her bikini bottoms surely sparked a smirk on the nurse's face. She wondered if he'd go further at some point or if he'd shy back out of it. She didn't go as far as stroke his obvious arousal just yet and continued to taste his skin and sweat off his chest. She could see him leaning down out of the corner of her eyes just as she saw Faye leaning in as well to claim his lips. The kiss a slow and deliberate one as she could almost feel the lips of Rhys on hers oddly enough as she watched the two make out.

Riley's eyes traced Faye's hand as it followed the same direction of hers, only to see it slip down the pants of the good counselor. Riley couldn't help but giggle at it and wondered just how far Faye went. The nurse had stopped peppering the skin of the handsome man besides her as she felt herself drawn to him like a moth with a flame. It even felt like he had pulled them closer to her, yet she couldn't quite tell over the beats and lights around them. This dance only driving the three of them into a big mush.

Faye pointed out that the good nurse could use some loving too. Her Imzadi quickly reacting to it with a laugh before she reached up with one hand to trace her fingertips over Rhys' chin before making him turn his head towards her. She waited for his permission to kiss him, getting on her tip toes to lean in as close as she could so he'd only have to lean in and claim her lips. Her eyes boiling with pleasure and desire.

She did not however wait for permission with her hands as she could feel what Faye wanted. She could tell from their shared antics where this would lead to and she didn't mind one sodden bit. Her other hand traced back up along his thighs, moving over Faye's arm before she caressed the arm back downwards. Her fingers trailing along the skin, joining her under the hem of his pants. Her hand felt and explored where Faye would've left hers before guiding it further down to the pitched tent of the trapped counselor between them. She flashed Faye a quick look, thinking that they could both explore him at the same time. She was sure her Imzadi would catch on to the idea. Their arms crossed just on his groin as Riley's fingers felt up the tip, cupping it lightly and leaving plenty of space for Faye before snaking down along it, feeling out for Faye's hand as she did so.

Her eyes back on the counselor as she parted her lips for him, mouthing an "Oh...." as she clearly liked what she felt. Her smile devilish before she waited for Rhys to kiss her.

[ Lt. Rhys Williams | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Nolan @Brutus

‘This is happening’. This phrase floated around his thoughts a lot. He was stood in the middle of an empty dance floor, bright lights and pounding rhythms all around him. Two beautiful women on each side, who seemed intent on having sex with him. ‘This is happening?’ He could not remember hitting his head at any point. He was sure he was not drunk or on drugs.   He was being treated like he was desirable. This was in such conflict with his image of himself that the thinking portion of his brain had shut down. All that was left was instinct.

There was a tiny voice at the back of his mind indicating that they were on a dance floor anyone could come in, but he tuned it out. The embarrassment began to trickle away. Rhys was not a proactive person. Had at any point he determined that he needed to seduce Faye and Riley these events would never have happened. He was far too timid for that. However, Faye and Riley had asked him the question, not directly, but with their body language. He reacted.

He had surprised himself by leaning into kiss Faye, but it had happened, and she had seemed only too please to kiss him. There was no doubt she was a good kisser. She seemed to instinctively know what would appeal to him most. Rhys again was very reactive. He responded to her kiss by following her lead and copying her actions. 

He felt Faye’s hand glide under the waistband of his shorts. His cheeks coloured pink, but he made no attempt to stop her and instead shivered a little in anticipation of the contact. Faye then indicated he should kiss Riley and what he could do with his hands. He looked over at Riley and felt that little voice again for a moment. He had never had sex with more than one person at a time and he was a little afraid of leaving one of them out. Indeed, he could count the number of times he had had sex on one had at all. However, he pushed past the voice.

Riley had spent her time kissing his chest and ensuring that there were going to be no worried about how hard he was. Soon her hand was also under his waist band. As he was about to kiss her he felt the touch of fingers on the tip of his erection. He gasped softly, but still leaned in to kiss her. The sound of his gasp lost a little against her lips. With auto pilot back in charge of his brain, he found himself teasingly nibbling on Riley’s bottom lip. His hand finally slipped below the hem of Faye’s bikini bottoms. His hand cupping a cheek of her shapely behind.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Nolan @Juzzie 
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Yes, as far as Faye was concerned things were shaping up nicely. Unexpected, compared with what she'd thought would happen when she woke up earlier that morning, but far from unwelcome. She could feel the enjoyment coming off of both of the humans. Rhys' bewildered surprise and pleasure, and Riley's more eager anticipation. She and her Imzadi were of one mind on the matter at hand, and soon in a literal sense they both hand on matters. Or more precisely, member.

Following her lovers lead, Faye slid her hand back down along Rhys' stomach, and this time did not let the band of his pants hinder her in the slightest. Riley, as she kissed the counselor, had already started the plunge, her fingers dancing along Faye's arms, before spreading across the Betazoid's hand, dipping down quite a bit further and tugging Faye along. Soon both girls were fondling Rhys as they pressed against him, swaying somewhat in time to the music. It was more background ambiance for them now, the main attraction for Faye was the man she and Riley were pressed to. As with her lover, she let her finger tips explore, feeling the swollen prick head under the fabric, then running down longer, wiggling her hand and twisting it about. 

By the time that she curled her fingers low to cup the tight, warm sack that was nestled in the bottom of his trousers, Rhys in turn had taken a plunge. Purring, Faye rolled her hips backward, in what she felt would be an encouraging motion. Swimsuits were all well and good, clothing that generally clung tight to the body and were designed to be worn for long periods of time, while wet. Currently dry, they offered only a token resistance to the warm fingers that slid in under them, and Faye offered up a pleasing handful of ass for Rhys to squeeze.

"Ohhh, yes, that feels lovely," Faye murmured the words around a low little moan, as she rolled the precious orbs she'd found with her hand. Wondering if this meant that their playmate for the day was an ass man, or simply if that had been the easiest thing to get a hold of, the brunette diplomat wiggled about, so that Rhys could get a good feel for her bum, and leaned in to duck her head up under his chin and nuzzle for a moment, kissing at his neckline. Her tongue was darting out soon as she rolled and teased, before letting her hand wander back up the trapped shaft. Soon enough, she interlaced her fingers with Riley's and started to very gently stroke, up and down, pulling her Imzadi's hand along with hers. There was only so much room to work with at the moment - like her bikini bottom, Rhys' pants were tight, and not entirely designed to have two hands crammed down in it. Not that it deterred either of the women in the slightest. They had quite the nice grip, even if things were a bit difficult to move about. The warmth of the pleasingly thick rod made the diplomat purr with unabashed desire, and had her wiggling all the more against the palm down her own bottoms.

Nipping at his skin, Faye pulled her lips away and pressed her cheek to his chest, shooting what she figured was a smoldering look at Riley. "We're going to have to do something about those pants, but first" she spoke loud enough to be heard by the two humans, then leaned forward in an effort to draw Riley into a kiss - considering that Rhys had gotten to kiss the both of them, she thought it only fair that she should steal her lovers lips as well. There was plenty of them to go around after all, and she enjoyed the press of much softer lips as her hand stroked faster. She was determined to blow Rhys' mind - among other things - and make sure that the self conscious counselor had little reason to doubt his attractiveness in the future. 

If nothing else she was determined to make sure all three of them had a delightful day of leave to remember.

[ PO2 Riley Patterson | Disco Lounge | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie @Brutus

Riley could feel two things right now, one was Rhys' lips against hers, nibbling at her bottom lip teasingly, which she answered with a soft giggle before she bit his upper lips, sucked it lightly before kissing him deeply, pushing her tongue out as well. The reason for that passionate kind of kiss was to be explained by point two. She was feeling up the counselor's hardened state along with Faye, tracing her delicate soft fingers over the tip before guiding them down over his length.

The pants of Rhys might just tear open at this point as both girls had their hands in them. While Faye went further down to investigate the warm sack, Riley felt perfectly content with stroking his member up and down slowly, tightening and twisting her grip on his every so often as she slowly broke away from the kiss with him. She licked her lips and looked in Rhys his eyes before looking back at Faye with a smoldering look.

The two girls interlaced fingers, creating a rather tight yet firm hold on the counselor's shaft as they moved in perfect unison and seemingly knew perfectly what the other was thinking. Their hands rutting up and down over and over again, twisting every so often and tightening as they held hands with the hot flesh trapped in their hold. Faye offered the suggestion that they would have to deal with the pants of Rhys. Riley could only giggle and as Faye leaned forward, the nurse was quick to lean in as well, body pressed tighter against Rhys before her lips connected to her Imzadi's.

The kiss they shared was fueled with passion and delight before it broke off. Riley used her other hand now to tug at the back of Rhys' pants, wanting it to come down. Her eyes darting up at him as she bit her lower lip, longing for more. Needing more as the risk of being caught was still there. They were in a public space, yet she didn't give one damn about it.

[ Lt. Rhys Williams | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ][/b] attn: @Brutus @Nolan


It had not taken long for matters to get out of hand…or rather in hand. Rhys hated his brain for having made such an lamentable joke. He was just glad that he had not spoken it out loud. Both of them had taken his now throbbing manhood in their hands. The tip of which was especially sensitive and any time either of them came into contact with his length physically twitched. Riley seemed content to play along his length, Faye wanted to explore. She cupped his testicles. Another sensitive area that produced a sharp intake of breath when she began to play with them. It was doubtful either of them could hear that. However, both of them were pressed to his body and would certainly feel his diaphragm moving sharply upwards. 

The party pooper that was his rational mind was pointing out that his pants were designed to have his hardness and two hands inside and he would prefer not to have to leave the Yacht covering himself when all this was over.

Riley’s kisses were also heating him up. Both Faye and Riley had their own unique energy in the kiss. Faye had come across to him as more teasing and sultry, whereas Riley was extremely passionate. He would never have been able to choose between them in this particular. Rhys did his best to give her back the passion she was showing him.

Rhys’s hands were not idle. When he had felt both of their hands on him. His own hand that was squeezing Faye’s ass, slipped slowly round till his fingers were just teasing the edge of her most sensitive area. Soon, Faye was talking about the need for him to remove his pants. ON this he had to agree. He was so hard it was becoming uncomfortable. They both seemed really enthusiastic about seeing him naked. So shyly, he freed his hands and lowered his pants. His penis jutted out obscenely at right angles to his body. His unzipped hoody came off as well. Revealing more of his toned torso that was dusted lightly with reddish blonde hair.

He felt embarrassed at being naked in public but at this stage he was prepared to go along with anything with these two women. Soon Riley and Faye were kissing each other, this did nothing to ease his rampant erection. His hand slipped back into Faye’s bikini bottom, this time from the front. His fingers shyly but persistently pressed into her wet folds. He gently squeezed Riley’s butt, and pressed  teasing kisses to her neck.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Nolan @Juzzie 
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Sharing a kiss with her paramour always made Faye's heart race. Doing so while pressed against one of their colleagues from the ship, who had his hand down her pants, while the two of them were brazenly fondling his cock? That was the stuff of dreams an fantasies. And Faye had never been one to let a good fantasy go to waste when given the opportunity to explore it in the waking world. Even if they were doing so in a very public forum where they might be walked in on. She found herself moaning into the shared kiss, wiggling her ass when she felt a finger brush up against the tightened rim hidden between the cheeks, and groaning outright as she felt a swell of desire and love roll off her Imzadi

All good things must come to an end, and both girls needed to breathe eventually, and thus the kiss broke, the two pulling back from each other, meeting their gaze, as Faye panted, licking at her lips, now full and swollen from shared kisses with both of the would be blue shirted Starfleet officers. Save that none of them were in uniform, and in a few short moments, Rhys was in nothing at all, bare before them and fully on display. They'd had to let go of the counselor, but Faye found that an easy price to pay for the visual feast that followed. 

"Damn. How did all of that fit in there?" The words tumbled forth out of Faye's mouth followed by a low, hungry keening noise. This was from the feeling of thick fingers rubbing over her still hidden folds, the mans hand working its way down the front of her bikini bottoms. The Betazoid's breath hitched and she trembled, as he teased her lower lips. He'd feel the heat, first of all, and the dampness which clung to her snatch. Even before she'd wrapped her hand around his dick or had his fingers down the back of her bottoms, she'd been turned on by the dancing. Now she was positively eager.

Again, her coal dark eyes moved from the man's to the other woman's, locking her gaze with the nurse and sharing a tender moment, a secret moment between the two of them, as Faye thought about what she wanted next. Which was to share more kisses, but with a certain rod of flesh in the middle of the kisses. She started out by pressing a few to the counselors chest, while wiggling herself against his hand. Soon she was bending at the hip, one arm wrapping around the mans, holding onto support as he teased her, so that she wouldn't lose the feeling of his hand on her core, but at the same time, could get her mouth around his dick. The angle wasn't the best for it, but as Riley would well know by now, Faye could be greedy. She wanted to have her cake and eat it too, or in this case, having his hand between her legs felt wonderful, had her coiling heat along her twat, while her mouth positively watered at the idea of getting a taste of him.

One that, with a deep breath, she soon allowed herself. The hand no clenching onto Rhys' arm grabbed at his bobbing shaft and held it up, so that she could run her tongue over the tip. And then, with great restraint, she tilted it toward Riley, while pressing her cheek against Rhys' stomach. As much as she'd wanted to suck him between her swollen lips, she knew she aught to share. Faye contented herself with the knowledge that watching Riley ply him with her mouth as well, would be fucking hot, and clamped her legs together, getting a little friction against the hand in her swimsuit bottoms. 

[ PO2 Riley Patterson | Disco Lounge | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie @Brutus

It had been quite some time for Riley to feel a man kiss her back this passionately, especially since she only knew the man since this morning. Well knowing him would be an understatement as Faye had done most of the talking. Her mind flashed back to the two Aldeans that they incorporated on their beach excursion. They had been passionate, yet in a completely different way. This however was different, in a way.

Rhys worked his pants down and Riley saw his manhood pop out so to speak. A sly grin formed on her lips as she glanced over at Faye. Faye's expression about how that fit in his pants made the nurse laugh, her hand now gaining more freedom to stroke him properly, thumb rubbing against the flared tip. Faye started to move about and Riley could see why. The arm of the counselor reaching into her bikini bottoms at the front, it wasn't hard to imagine where the hand would be going. Rhys removed the open hoodie as well and Riley took the time to gaze over him appreciatively.

Riley could feel herself heat up at the notion of seeing Rhys stark naked now, her teeth biting into her lower lip as she looked over at him, hand still working him. Her eyes came to rest on Faye's now, feeling Rhys drape some kisses in her neck. She tilted her head slightly, exposing herself more for him. The squeeze in her rump causing her to giggle and moan ever so softly. In the meantime, Faye started to position herself and Riley soon realized what she was doing. She had to laugh a little, seeing how she did what she thought she had to do to not lose the stimulation from Rhys and get the prize she so eagerly seemed to want.

Riley kept stimulating Rhys' hardened as Faye got closer Riley did point his manhood up before Faye took it over from her. The swollen, soft lips of the diplomat parting so she could slip her tongue out. Riley had to smile and she used the free hand to run through Faye's hair "Careful, you're gonna fall like that.." she pointed out, slightly worried, yet clearly just looking out for her Imzadi "I'll hold it for you." she answered grinning and took Rhys by the base. She could see her tilt the member towards Riley now and the nurse knew what she was intending to do.

Letting go of the erection, she reached behind her to undo the straps of her bikini top, letting the garment fall to the ground so she felt more freely. She kissed Rhys on the cheek, then on the lips before kneeling down on her knees. The disco room's floor was slightly padded, which was great so Riley wouldn't hurt her knees. She was at eye level with Faye now and with the shared piece of flesh between them. She looked up at Rhys, wanting to see is reaction as she leaned in, lips parted as her tongue met the other side that wasn't being licked by Faye. Slowly closing in to try and manage to press her lips against Faye's while her tongue sought a way to swirl around the hot rod and seek out Faye's tongue in the process. Riley's hands were positioned at Rhys' base with one hand while the other was cradling the sack of the counselor. Her eyes moving over to Faye now, giving her a cheeky wink as they made out with Rhys trapped between their lips and tongues.

[ Lt. Rhys Williams | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Brutus @Nolan

The sounds that Faye made as he touched between her legs were more thrilling to Rhys than anything, they wanted to do for him. He was a giver in the bedroom and getting his partners to make those little happy noises were what gave him the most pleasure. Apparently, he was giver on the dancefloor now to.

When he was finally naked his lovers seemed to be delighted. Faye in particular made a joke about how he had been able to get it all in his pants. He blushed at that but found he could not say anything in response. It felt good to know they approved; many men were often paranoid about that part of their anatomy. Mercifully it was one of the few physical hang-ups he did not have. He was perfectly happy with what he had, and it sounded like they were to.

In response to the compliment his fingers teasingly circled her clit without quite touching it. IT was then he noticed that Faye and Riley seemed to be having a secret conversation without words. He was not really sure what it was about. Faye was soon bending at an awkward angle to both be at face level with his member and keep his hand where it was. It was kind of cute that she was trying to be in a position to have both. The way Riley gently admonished her and stroked Faye’s hair was no less adorable.

Soon though Rhys was more than a little distracted by Riley removing her bikini top, his cock jumped at the sight. He was reminded for the millionth time in this encounter how lucky he was. He so wanted to trace his fingers over her sensitive skin and maybe take one of those nipples into his mouth.

However, soon bot of them were in front of him. Riley kneeling and Faye positioned very awkwardly. His eyes widened as the both looked up at him for a moment. He had was so surprised by this. He could never honestly say he had fantasised about this kind of thing as, he had never really believed it was possible that it could happen to him. The two of them kissed with his flesh as the divider between them. His eyes closed and he let out a groan that could be heard even over the music.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Nolan @Juzzie 
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As much as she might claim otherwise, practicality was not always Faye's strong suit. Especially in heated moments like these, when her desires got the best of her and the diplomat allowed herself to be greedy. Or at least tried to be in any event. In this case her warring desires battled over the feeling of those broad, warm fingers in her pants, teasing her eager folds, and her innate need to make Rhys squirm by sharing his cock between herself and her lover. It was a delight that she didn't often get to indulge in, and as with the counselor, there was a certain amount of 'giver' to Faye's personality. When you could sense what your partner drew pleasure from, and could soak yourself in that feeling, in addition to your own, you craved that sort of feedback and, at least in Faye's experience, tailored your actions accordingly. 

Riley's pleasure, Rhys' pleasure, those two blokes from the beach a few weeks back, CPO MacGregor and her ventures into self exploration, Dewitt and Iskirka and the masseuses on her first night planet side...in every encounter since she'd come to this place, the common theme was that their pleasure became her pleasure. Direct and indirect stimulation, she craved it both and did her damnedest to satisfy both competing needs.  She wasn't a gymnast though, and she eased herself when Riley ran her hand through Faye's hair. The diplomat took a moment to better steady her position, pressing her legs tight around Rhys' hand and purring at the affectionate touch.

Teamwork was going to be the order of the day, Faye decided. They were going to double team the counselor and blow his damn mind, so help her. Each girl took a moment to watch the now naked man, standing there in the middle of the dance floor, to visual drink in the moment, to see the anticipation in his eyes that Faye herself could feel. She could feel his joy at sending little shoots of pleasure up with every tap of her clit. The way he lingered his gaze on Riley's delectable bust, and how his thoughts mirrored hers - it would be nice to suck a nipple between her lips and worry at it and she made a note to do that later, to share that feast with the shy man.

By this point Faye was clinging to Rhys, wrapping her arms around him and letting Riley handle the hands on portion of cock control. This allowed the Betazoid to brace a hand on the human woman's shoulder in addition to the one snaking over Rhys, and thus was considerably less likely to fall head over heels to the floor - at least for the moment. The warm fingers plying her wet folds was only going to increase the dampness between her legs, and a small part of her worried about her bikini bottoms getting soaked. A sight to see, but something easily rectified later by diving into one of the shipboard pools that she'd seen earlier while eating. Now she had something else to feast on, and there was no more putting it off.

Bent nearly in half was not exactly the best for coordination, but between the two of them, Riley and Faye managed their goal. Her lips brushed her lovers, soft, sweet, and very wet kisses, with her tongue starting to dart out, to try and taste as much of Riley as she could manage. This dance of lip and tongue was plyed around the swollen mushroom head of Rhys's prick, gripped tight and lashed back and forth by the two lithe women. The taste was strong, but welcome, and Faye let her eyes drift close. Soon Rhys was not the only one moaning out into the empty dance room. She whimpered and mewled, purred and and groaned, wiggling her hips from side to side in the process as if trying to entice Rhys to enter her, not just tease her. Again, she was being greedy, but as she sucked the tip of his cock before pushing it back with her tongue toward her lovers lips, she imagined he didn't mind.

[ PO2 Riley Patterson | Disco Lounge | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie @Brutus

It was rather cute and even considered a compliment to see and really feel Rhys react when Riley revealed her modest though shapely  bust to him. It made the nurse smile while she slid down to her knees. The plan Faye had concocted seemed to be executed to plan as the two girls kissed one another in probably one of the most sloppiest ways they've kissed. They could play hide and seek to kiss one another with the warm flesh as the item to hide behind. The slightly salty taste from the good 'leftenant' not really bothersome and in fact not so bad at all. Williams moaned and oh boy did he moan loud yet sensual... Riley could feel the dampness form in her own bottoms as she remained on her knees and looked up at Rhys.

Faye moaned and it sent some shivers down Riley's back when she heard her as she looked at her lover. She could see her lover squirm and whimper under Rhys' touch and before Riley could react, the Betazoid took the tip all to herself. It made Riley laugh a little as she licked the saliva from Rhys' length slowly before sucking at one of his orbs hidden in the sack. Figuring she could even the odds a bit more in the room, Riley's hands moved away from Rhys and over to Faye's legs. Snaking up rather quickly as her head brushed along the sack of Williams. With a bite on her lip Faye hooked her fingers under Riley's bikini bottoms, doing so by hooking into the fabric from down her thighs. She tugged and pushed the rather damp garments down, offering Rhys all the space and freedom he could use to play her Imzadi even better. Riley could smell the scent of her lovers arousal. Not being a stranger to it she pulled back and kissed the hard flesh again before Faye pushed the flared wet head to Riley's lips.

Pleased with the gift, the nurse eagerly took him inside of her mouth, tongue lavishing the head with attention as it twirled and dragged alongside it before her cheeks hollowed when she applied suction. Her head bobbing slightly over the head while her face turned and twisted a bit to create more friction for the counselor. She sucked just a bit harder before popping him out from between her lips, sharing it back with Faye as she shot the diplomat a wink.

[ Lt. Rhys Williams | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Brutus @Nolan

When Rhys thought back to previous sexual encounters he had had in his life he realised how little he had enjoyed them. They had been pleasant experiences in their own right but he had been to preoccupied. IN all of them the over riding feeling had been, embarrassment and awkwardness. Constant worries about his performance and what he looked like to his partners. In a way he had not really been present for them. 

This situation was different. His higher consciousness was gone. He was for once living in the moment and experiencing it. This was a sexual encounter in which he was not afraid. He just wanted to make these two wonderful people as happy as they were making him. He seemed to be making progress on that score with Faye for certain. His fingers seemed to have made her very wet in a way he found so satisfying. She made little noises of pleasure as he continued to tease her. The way she moved her hips indicated to him she wanted more. However, Rhys was a tease at heart and so he drew that out longer and longer till she was desperate.

Once this was the case a finger slipped easily into her and slowly slid out before being pushed in once again. He gave a very un-Rhys like crooked smile; he was going to tease both of them to distraction if he could. It was such a turn on the way they had both looked at him when he had moaned out loud. It was delight that they both seemed so please with him and each other.

Riley however surprised him so much his fingers almost stopped moving all together. As she sucked one of his testicles. His abs visibly tightened and tensed, and his head was thrown back for a moment. They both seemed to have knack for finding areas on him that were especially sensitive. Riley soon removed Faye’s bikini bottoms, allow Rhys more access away from the confining damp fabric. As Riley took his shaft into her mouth and fired a wink a Faye, he knew that anything he did for them would pale in comparison to how they were making him feel.

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Not for the first time since coming to this world, Faye felt a headiness settling in upon her. She was being swept along with the emotions of her lovers - for thats what they both were, for this encounter, even if only one was a long term prospect. Panting and mewling, she gasped as the pressure built up between her legs, Rhys slowly teasing her, with a probing digit, while Riley, bless her, took care to give the muscled counselor the room to work with by removing her bikini bottoms from the equation. With every passing moment, more and more fabric was falling to the dance floor and soon enough these three were going to be utterly naked. She could only imagine what others might think if they saw this.

That turned her on about as much as the way she passed Rhys' cock back and forth with heavy kisses to Riley. That wink made her giggle, and the probing from Rhys made her moan and shiver about. The beat of the music, provided by the automated system coursed through her, in time with her racing pulse. It all served to cordon her off from the rest of the world. Yes, it would be damned hot if someone caught them. But for the moment all that existed was the music and the two humans whom she was lavishing attention upon.

A hunger came upon the diplomat, and she bent forward all the more, taking Rhys back into her mouth after Riley had popped off his prick. Faye's coal dark eyes latched onto the blue orbs of her Imzadi and lingered there as she worked her mouth down the man's rod once again. Cheeks hollowed out for a moment and she made a small noise in the back of her throat as she swallowed him deep. She couldn't get to his base, not from this angle, but she was loath to part herself from his own attentions. She held him there instead, for a s long as she could before popping off with a hearty groan that was loud enough to break across the swell of music in the room. A raspy laugh followed, as the words "Ohhhh fuck, yes," slid out of her swollen lips, her breath coming in deep gasps. 

She gripped his rod at the base and tilted it back to Riley again, passing that spit slickened dick to the nurse like a well enjoyed candy cane on Christmas. Faye gave a playful squeeze to the rod and stroked it for a moment. Possibilities danced in her head, visions, some hers, some theirs, she was sure, influenced by their emotions if not their direct thoughts. She pictured herself pointing that cock at Riley and jerking until her lover's face and delectable chest was coated in cream. She also could easily see herself on her knees, taking such an offering. Or lapping at Rhys' balls as the counselor pounded himself up into Riley. Or Rhys on his back, with Faye riding his rod and Riley astride his face. 

There were just so many different ways that they might take this, and all the while, as she tried to sort out her fantasies, there was the steady build up of desire and pleasure as the man teased her moist folds, and she felt herself quiver around the welcome intrusion of his finger.

[ PO2 Riley Patterson | Disco Lounge | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie  @Brutus

The Way Faye and Riley passed Rhys his cock along as if it were a casual every day item, caused for a slight smirk and giggle to come from Riley.She shook her head slightly, just taking in the sight of Faye being played with, Rhys well inside of her with his finger and her Imzadi slowly but surely got lost in the pleasure. She could see so, the lust and pleasure in her eyes growing, the sweat accumulating on her skin, the way her hair looked so messy. When Riley passed the warm flesh back to Faye, her Imzadi couldn't hold herself back it seemed. She leaned in and took more of Rhys in. Riley licked her lips and laughed softly. She could stimulate Rhys more if she would, yet she looked up at him for a moment to see his reaction. Perhaps that stimulating him now would cause him to overload and coat Faye's mouth and by now throat full of that sticky delight. Or perhaps he's only lose control when she'd come off his length...

The thoughts played in her mind and she reached out to lay one hand on the heavy sack of Rhys, playing with his orbs as the other hand went over Faye's face. Looking into those dark coal eyes. Pushing aside the wet hair and caressing her face with a smile. A knowing smile on her face as she could see Faye's cheeks hollow out. The diplomat had to release the cock now with a loud groan, which followed by the sweetest of expressions, which in the end sounded rather raw.

Faye presented their playrod back to Riley and Riley smirked, giving the tip a swirling lick before she moved past it to kiss Faye deeply. Her one hand still playing with Rhys' sack. The kiss was deep and full of love, tasting both Faye and Rhys, Riley smiled into the kiss before pulling back. She wasted little time after that to plunge that slick flesh into her mouth. Lips pressed tightly around him as she took him all the way in. Her head slightly tilting to the side as she bobbed slowly yet oh so deliberate. First off filling her warm mouth with the flesh before swallowing it into her throat. She only gagged slightly at the start before pushing past the reflex to do so. She moaned onto his length, sending a well felt vibration through his cock. She bobbed her head a few more time before slowly slurping her lips off him with a pop.

Licking her lips she passed it back to Faye, wondering how much longer the poor counselor could take this teasing and pleasuring. Her eyes looked up again to Rhys. Giving him a wink before she decided he earned a kiss, be it with some of his own taste on her lips and tongue. She got off her knees, rising back to her feet before leaving his balls for what they were. One hand ran over his broad chest whilst the other curled around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a heated, needy kiss.

 [ Lt. Rhys Williams | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Brutus @Nolan

The two women continued to treat his dick like it was the best toy that they had ever encountered. If Rhys was honest, he was not sure how long he would be able to take all their treatment and teasing. However, he was also happy to go with the flow to go wherever this strange situation would take him. If they wanted him to be their plaything he was perfectly happy to do whatever they wanted him to do. Be whatever they needed. Even if nothing else he was just enjoying watching them interact. Cute felt like an odd word to use in such a sexual situation where they were swapping his dick back and forth, but it fit the bill. Their relationship and the way they interacted just seemed so adorable to him.

The moment that almost broke him was when Faye vocalised her enjoyment of what he had been doing to her. It made his cock visibly jump and twitch and he bit his lip in arousal just at that sound and knowing he had been helping cause her pleasure. That sound caused him to redouble his efforts. Soon his finger emerged from her teasingly brushed over her clit before sliding back inside her followed by a second finger.

Rhys thought that he would never ever be able to quite work out Riley even if he ended up knowing her for the rest of his life. She had seemed so shy and awkward every time they met. However, in this situation she was a firecracker of passion energy and showed no sign of embarrassment at anything that was happening. Indeed, she surprised him by giving him a wink and leaning in for the kiss. Rhys was more than happy to return this kiss being the very physically affectionate soul that he was. Her touch was needy and demanding and he liked that. He responded in kind. His free arm snaked around her body pulling her into his own body as much as he could. He surprised himself and probably her by, biting her bottom lip and gently tugging on it with his teeth. The hand on her lower back slipped down to gently squeeze her butt.

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A heavy, wet kiss was a wonderful thing. Riley's lips were much softer than Rhys' had been when she'd stolen a kiss from him earlier, and they tasted of the other mans prick, which simply served to turn Faye on and excite her. There was something primal and thrilling for the young Betazoid, tasting someone else on her Imzadi's lips. Her eyes fluttered during it, and she grinned down when her lover broke contact and resumed sucking on the counselors dick like a candy cane. It was hot to watch her do that, to suck down on the rod of flesh, and feel the pleasure rolling off of the man she was teasing, the enjoyment that he took in the act. 

An act that Faye would soon be returning to as the rod of flesh was passed back to her, glistening wet from Riley's mouth. Faye licked her lips, and bent her head forward again, taking the offering once more, still gripping tight with her own arm around Rhys so that she'd not fall. For now, as she plied his prick with tongue, open mounted and lapping, rolling it back and forth across her tongue, flaring it around the swelling tip. She lavished attention there, closing her eyes once again and simply focusing on the act. Of course, it wasn't just her tongue lashing that was making the other man feel good. Riley was delivering a lashing of her own, and that was adding to everyone's enjoyment. Pleasure and enjoyment that Rhys saw fit to resume his own delivery there in, at Faye's 'expense'.

There was a keening little mewl of pleasure as tiny starbursts traveled up from the swollen nub at the hooded top of the diplomat's cunt. Faye felt her breath hitch in the back of her throat when Rhys pulled away from the sensitive ball of flesh and push two fingers in, where only one had previously been venturing. Stretching around the intrusion, her slick walls ached and dripped, a heat pooling along the fingers that explored her nethers.  She paused, mouth hanging open, and let out another one of those long, loud groans. Her hips rolled back, to take more of his fingers into her, and she felt a new quivering tremble run down her legs.  Soon her juices were going to be dripping down into the palm of his hand at this rate, the Betazoid swimming in a haze of pleasure and need, not all of it her own.

"Oh yes, yes, just...fuck yes, like that, like that," Faye was hardly shy at sharing how good she felt.  She closed her lips over the swollen tip again, sucking deep and popping off, unable to keep the pressure up. So she gripped him instead and jerked, gently, but insistent, back and forth, and turned to press her lips in against his stomach, gasping for air and doing everything she could to keep herself from falling over. Of course, she giggled a bit at the thought, she'd end up landing with her ass wiggling in the air and who knew what might happen there. Still, better to have that be a conscious effort and not an accidental act of sexual gymnastics. 

But, with the idea of actions taken on purpose, Faye let go of Rhys' cock and reached out, slapping Riley's ass playfully for a moment. It was right there, in easy reach, and she watched the light jiggle in the girls rump. She still had her bottoms on, but there was no reason that needed to remain. While her lover played tonsil hockey with their new friend, Faye proved to be fairly dexterous in her own right, at least enough to pull the fabric down her lovers thighs and run her hand back up, sweeping between Riley's legs to see how wet the girl might be, before smearing that juice over Rhys' cock head with deft strokes of her finger tips. And then she nearly fell over and clung to Rhys with a throaty laugh.

[ PO2 Riley Patterson | Disco Lounge | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie @Brutus

Soon Riley stood back up and she stretched herself slightly before she had kissed Rhys. A quick glance downwards gave her the sight of Faye sucking his cock like she had done not so long ago. The kiss shared with Rhys made her heart flutter, especially when the counselor decided to tease her just a bit on his own. A bite on her lower lip followed by a slight tug. It made the nurse shiver slightly on the spot as her own arousal had developed quite some while ago. The good counselor's hand snaked down to get a nice handful of her own rump, a soft groan left her lips as she leaned into the man. Her hardened peaks brushing against his bare chest before the swell of her breasts pressed into his flesh.

She totally didn't see the smack coming as Faye delivered it to her ass herself. A yelp, muffled as her lip was being tugged by the counselor. Her eyes fluttered shut tightly now as her hands kept wrapped around Rhys' neck. Leaning with her full body against him, feeling the warmth of his cock against her leg and thigh. She could feel Faye was up to no good, her bikini bottoms being pulled down deftly, just low enough before Faye's fingers swept in to feel her sensitive sex up. The nurse moaned again and this time got spurred on to kiss Rhys harder, biting his upper lip now and nibbling in it before letting go to french kiss him deeply and frantically.

Faye would find her to be rather wet, her bottoms quite damp after being on her knees for so long and toying with the rod Rhys had to offer. Her fingers would be slick with her wetness, a string of it connecting from the nurse's cunt to her fingers before it broke. Riley didn't see how Faye coated Rhys' cock with her own fluids. Right now she stood there, bared entirely for the man, the bikini bottoms eventually slipping down to her legs before they pooled at her ankles.

[ Lt. Rhys Williams | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Brutus @Nolan

Rhys had been amazed at how Faye could contort herself to be in place for his fingers to penetrate her and for her lips to be on his cock. He had to do a bit of leaning forward and twisting into awkward positions himself to help her. Were he not so hot and bothered at this point he might have found the whole situation very funny. However, as it was, he just wanted to help her do what she was aiming to do which seemed to be having her cake and eating it.

She seemed to know exactly what to do to make him feel good. He wondered if her being a Betazoid had something to do with that. If she could sense what exactly got the most intense reactions out of him even before it became obvious physically.

Then of course there was Riley, and he was so delighted that she seemed to be enjoying his kisses. He had been worried that this would be very one sided. That he would not know how to make his ‘dance partners’ feel good and certainly not to the same extent they were doing for him. It felt so good just to have the skin on skin contact with her, feeling her nipples against his chest as they kissed.

Soon for Faye’s attention seemed to shift to Riley, giving her slap to the behind and caressing between her legs. Rhys did not need to be a Betazoid to feel that Riley enjoyed that. It transferred through in the way she kissed him. She bit his lip and he responded with a growl. It surprised even Rhys that such a sound would come out of him. Mild mannered and timid and yet there it was. He responded enthusiastically to the feel of her tongue slipping past his lips.

Soon Faye made him shiver again by stroking his manhood, her hand was slick and that made it feel all the better. However, she almost fell over and clung to him. Rhys broke his kiss with Riley to grab hold of Faye and stop her falling. “Maybe we should find somewhere more … practical.” The room had tables and chairs pushed to the walls any of those would be better than just standing awkwardly on the floor. However, before waiting for a reply from either of them, he turned to Riley and kissed her neck. His teeth dragging over the warm skin teasingly before he sucked softly on the same spot leaving a red mark. His fingers slipped between her legs now.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Nolan @Juzzie 
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Sometimes, 'practicality' was overrated in Faye's mind. Usually when what was practical got in the way of what Faye wanted, right then and there. She had plenty of patience when on the job, and almost none when off. In this case however, practical would like as naught lead to what she was after, and she let her dark eyes sweep the dance room, picking up some of what the human counselor had in mind for furthering their carnal pursuits. She locked onto a decent looking table shoved against the far wall, still bathed in the ever shifting lights of the disco ball that hung in the center of the room, but at the same time slightly sequestered. They would not be the first thing someone might see waking onto the dancefloor, at least not from the entrance back toward the party deck of the yacht that the trio had left after an impromptu shared meal for an impromptu quasi-public romp. 

Giggling and giddy, Faye eased herself up enough to cling to Rhys's  other side, pressing herself to him in a similar fashion that Riley had managed. Sucking on one of her fingers for a moment and savoring the lingering taste of her Imzadi that remained on her skin, the Betazoid let herself bask in the shared emotions coming off the two blue shirted officers. A heady feeling of lust and satisfaction mixed as she watched her lover make out with their partner of the day. "I suppose we can work a little practicality into all of this," she found herself saying, "The other side of the dance floor isn't so far away that we won't wither for want of affection between here and there." She sometimes got wordy when she got randy, and this appeared to be one of those moments. 

Just as Rhys was feeling up Riley, Faye resumed doing the same to the man - at least to prime him up before leading them off to that table. She cradled his sack in her fingers and rolled the orbs about, teasing gently, before giving his cock a few more firm, strong strokes. She didn't want to make him explode or anything like that, but she wanted him to feel it, the pressure, the stroke, from tip to base, with a little twist around the top each time, as she licked a line along his neck, toward the mans ear. There, she whispered softly, "I think its going to be hot to see you fucking her on that table."

She let the words linger for just a moment before she spun away from them both, giving a last tug on the mans cock, and another swift swat to her paramours rump. And then she was dancing across the floor, embodying her namesake as she twisted about. Somewhere between there and the table she ensured she was fully naked, twirling and bending to the thumping beat of the music, letting the lights dance off her sweat soaked skin. Her body pulsed and thudded in time to the music, desire throbbing between her legs in sync to the beat. And then she hoped up onto the table, letting her legs hang off the side, and tossed her head back, before snapping it forward and grinning. She reached out, and curled a finger toward the two, in a blatant come hither gesture. Don't keep me waiting.

[ PO2 Riley Patterson | Disco Lounge | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie @Brutus

Hearing a man growl for you was always a plus, it let shivers run down her spine when Rhys did so. The lovely kiss with Rhys was pulled to a stop when Faye nearly tumbled out of her place by Rhys' side. Riley had to laugh as she looked at her lover and shook her head. The counselor suggested to take a new venue for their shenanigans, somewhere more comfortable for all of them and perhaps he meant a bit more out of sight as well.

Before Riley could answer Rhys on his suggestion the counselor swept in for a surprise of his own. She found herself gasping when he leaned in to kiss her neck, teeth digging and raking over her skin. Her gasp became more vocal, a soft moan escaping her lips when Rhys sucked the skin and left a mark for all to see now. It wasn't all though, his hands traveled between her legs and she'd feel his digits slip into her slick warm snatch. She squeezed her legs shut, trapping his hand there and increasing the tightness for Rhys as she grabbed onto the back of his head, raking her nails over his scalp as she sucked in the air deeply now. "Ngh fuck... Rhyyssss"

Faye said something to Rhys though Riley couldn't make out what it was exactly. She let out a louder moan when she swatted her rump, forcing herself further onto Rhys' fingers before she looked hungrily and lustfully in his eyes. She slowly pulled herself back, reluctantly slipping away from his touch as she brought one hand over to her neck to touch the spot she had been sucked and marked on. She bite her lip and giggled before she winked at the counselor "Such a bad boy..." she teased him. She glanced over as Faye danced to the music, stripping off the last bit of her bikini top and allowing Rhys to see her naked underneath the disco lights.

Faye eventually hopped onto a table and motioned the two others over. Riley was soon to follow and she lead Rhys along in a rather specific kind of way. Her hand slipped down over his chest, down to his abdomen before she grasped his erect cock in her hand. She gave it a slight tug, telling him to follow her, yet not exactly giving him much of a choice either. Whilst they walked over, she made damn sure that she kept him hard, stroking him as good as she could before she stood in front of Faye and kissed her deeply and lovingly while she held on to Rhys as if he were the newest toy she had won at a fair. After she finished up with making out with Faye, she pulled Rhys closer and licked her lips, in a seductive low voice she asked "What do you wanna do counselor?"

[ Lt. Rhys Williams | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Brutus @Nolan

It was hard for Rhys to concentrate on the fact that people were saying words to him. He was both too busy feeling good and at this moment trying to get Riley to lose her ever loving mind. It took him an embarrassing length of time to realise that Faye was indicating the tables which were pushed to the edges of the room. He had been too busy shivering as Riley had dragged her nails down his scalp.

If his brain had had space at that moment for anything else, he might well have laughed at Faye’s joke about them not withering for want of affection in their move across the dance floor. It was certainly the style of humour that amused him the most.

The thing his brain was more than happy to pick up on was the comment Faye made after that, about how hot it would be for Rhys to take Riley on the table. There was enough awkwardness in him for a blush, though with the disco lights and a certain redness to his face form the exertions that would be hard to see. However, in the short time he had known Faye he got the sense to say what she meant. That seemed like a tacit invitation. Faye peeled off dancing and twirling across the floor. Riley took that opportunity to call him a bad boy. She certainly did not seem too unhappy that he had left a mark on her neck. So Rhys smiled awkwardly “I do my best.”

Faye had sat on a table against the wall and was beckoning the both of them over and Riley removed her top so Rhys could now see all of her. Riley then grabbed Rhys’ cock and tugged it indicating she was going to lead him over there. At this point, Rhys would have gone anywhere with her, she could have led him off a cliff at this point and he would have gone like a lamb.

Once at the table Faye and Riley made out in front of him, while Riley continued to stroke him. That was another moment he wondered if this was all some fever dream, he was having.  Riley then pulled him closer and asked him what he wanted to do. For just a moment his eyes flicked in Faye’s direction. This was possibly for approval even though what he was about to say was her idea anyway. He looked back at Riley, his hand on her hip. “I want to fuck you.” That was shocking in and of itself. Rhys was not really the type to speak like that but, this were unusual circumstances.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Nolan @Juzzie 
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If she hadn't been glistening with sweat before her little dance across the room, by the time she'd mounted that table and turned back to her paramour and the good counselor, Faye had worked herself up into a good lather. Thankfully there would be a cure for that later - the large swimming pool out on the party deck near the aft quarter of the massive yacht. A quick dunk into that would do wonders for any post sex sweat from the workout they were giving each other, and dancing with reckless abandon naked from one end of the chamber to the other had been great cardio. Considering how winded she used to get right after she'd been defrosted, the analytical part of her mind considered this solid evidence of progress, and wondered if her lover the nurse would agree.

Watching Riley lead the man over by - her eyes went wide and she burst into a fit of giggles - by his cock was a true treat. She wasn't sure Rhys had been prepared for that sort of playfulness but damned if that wasn't hot to watch. She'd covered her mouth with one hand, but pulled it back to brace on the table top and offer up the two humans a bright, if hungry, smile. Delicious didn't even begin to describe what she was seeing.Moment's like this were the reason that, to Faye, monogamy just didn't make sense. Oh, she loved Riley, and would always be true to her, but she was glad the other woman did not want things to be restricted to just the two of them. To deprive her of moments like this, of feeling the joy and watching the lust dance across her Imzadi's face and heart at the prospect of the play that was to follow...That smile stayed in place right up until Riley pulled her into a kiss, during which Faye wrapped her arms around the other woman's neck and savored the moment. There was plenty of tongue, teasing, and a bit of giggling from the betazoid as she purred deeply. She licked at her lips as the human pulled back and put the question to Rhys, and watched him with curious anticipation. "Mmm yes, counselor, what will it be?"

Faye was more than happy to play along with Riley, mimicking her tone slightly and leaning forward, pressing a kiss against her lovers shoulder from behind, her bum sliding to the edge of the table, but not quite hopping off of it. She let her legs kicked back and forth in a coquettish fashion, those coal black eyes drinking him in. She'd already giving him permission, such as it was, to play about with either of them, and she sure hoped her actions, and that of Riley's put any worry to rest. Little hedonist that she was, share and share alike was the nature of the game today.

And there it is, she thought, as those eyes flicked over to hers for just a moment. She caught his gaze, and licked her lips, dipping her head ever so slightly in a nod. She knew in that moment he had understood what she'd said before, the freedom she'd happily enumerated upon, and grinned, wickedly, as she reached out with one foot and ran it up the back of Riley's leg. She watched for Riley's reaction, then leaned in, running her hand down the girls flank, and up over Rhys' giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Rawr. Go get her tiger," she'd seen one of those at a zoo back on Earth, during her years at the Academy, and there was something in the feral beast that came to mind in the moment, and thus she added her verbal encouragement to what she hoped was about to unfold.

[ PO2 Riley Patterson | Disco Lounge | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie @Brutus

Faye had certainly seemed to be amused to see how Riley brought their counselor friend over to the tables by the wall. The Betazoid had burst into a fit of giggles before she welcomed her Imzadi in full by kissing her as deeply and lovingly as they both liked it. Riley didn't keep Rhys out of the game at all as her hand stroked his edged member with continuous slow strokes. Like Faye, Riley didn't truly believe in monogamy. She was too much of a wild child perhaps to embrace the idea of truly committing to one person for the rest of her life. Faye seemed to understand her in that fashion, while the two of them shared an incredible bond, she knew the woman she was seeing now would perfectly fit with her for the rest of her life. The two of them not scared or shy to invite others into what they had for fun and pleasure. There was no drama about it, no jealousy, just pure love and understanding.

Riley's question to Rhys was answered by quite a straight forward answer by the counselor and Riley couldn't help but laugh now before she let go of his member "Oh, is that so..." she answered him teasingly before she pushed her hips back, pressing her soft bum against his hard member. She kept looking at him, over her shoulder now while she stretched herself like a cat, rubbing her bum against his aroused state and allowing himself to enjoy and claim what he seemed to want so badly. She offered herself up essentially to his needs and desires while she winked at him.

Her body bend over for him, Rhys would find his cock nestles between the cheeks of Riley as the nurse found herself at eye height with her Imzadi's thighs. She decided the brunette shouldn't be left out of the fun and started to kiss and nip along the skin of her thighs as she spread them open. She let out soft gasps while Rhys would  work her over and her fingertips brushed along Faye's inner thighs before she brought her face between her legs and began to run her tongue over the puffy lips Rhys had been fingering not that long ago. The soft wet tongue tracing the outline of her lover's sex before she dragged them through her with a moan as her eyes drift shut. A whole new sensation filling her, that sensation being Rhys...

[ Lt. Rhys Williams | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Brutus @Nolan

Rhys could not help feeling slightly amused himself at Faye’s reaction to Rhys being led like a dog but its lead. Though his lead was much more sensitive. He had did not need to be a Betazoid to have seen her covering her mouth as Riley led him over.  He was to under the spell and power of these two women that he was content just to stand there while Riley kissed Faye right in front of him still holding his cock.

When Faye had asked him what he wanted to do right after Riley had, he felt a little ganged up on but in a cute teasing way than anything truly uncomfortable for him. He realised that since they had been able to claim him down out on the main deck, he had been wanting them. Rhys being Rhys he had no idea really how to vocalise that so had said nothing, and fortunately Faye in particular seemed happy to have ‘vocalised’ it for him.


He had been surprised he had been able to express what he wanted to Riley. Faye’s presence was reassuring to him, the way she touched him and teased him with the tiger comment. Under other circumstances he would have found that embarrassing but here it didn’t seem to matter. Riley had responded by pushing her hips back so that his hard cock nestled against her bum. Even the way she stretched out her body in front of him and looked back at him was ridiculously sexy.

There had been a niggling doubt in the back of Rhys’ mind about Faye being left out, but he watched Riley’s head dip between her lover’s legs, that doubt vanished. Rhys gently but firmly gripped Riley’s hip with one hand, the other positioned himself between her legs. Slowly he pushed forward feeling her body opening up to him. Rhys gasped softly and pushed slowly all the way inside her. He found himself looking over into Faye’s eyes, as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. His hand caressing the curve of Riley’s backside.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Nolan @Juzzie 
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While having happily encouraged the good counselor to have his way with her lover, Faye had not been sure as to the exact fashion and position that might take, and how she would - or perhaps would not - be involved in what was to come. She was fine with that, of course; she'd not made it clear that he could if she felt any issue in being an inadvertent spectator to the whole affair, depending on how the two humans decided to position themselves for what was likely to be the main event of their dancing escapades that day. And, Faye was the impish sort who could probably manage to insert herself into any situation really, it would just depends on how much moving about and shifting of her own state that the lithe Betazoid would have to endure.

Not that this was to say that Faye didn't hope for some form of inclusion. And she was certainly delighted when Riley set herself up in such a way that she was pressing back against her fellow human and lowering that beautiful face of hers towards Faye's legs. Taking the hint - one didn't need to be telepathic to see what was being telegraphed - Faye let her legs fall apart nice and wide for the other girl, and wiggled her bum closer to the edge of the table. She giggled again, imagining herself as some feast for the others. It turned her on quite a bit, and she glanced along Riley's back, then up, over Rhys' shoulders, just to see if they'd picked up an audience. Nothing yet at least.

A delighted moan wiggled its way out of her mouth and she tossed her head back briefly at those first few laps of wet tongue over equally wet, and highly sensitive skin. Her eyes fluttered and then she pulled her gaze back as she damn near felt Riley's reaction to Rhys entering her. The two locked eyes, and she blew the man a kiss, following it with a saucy wink. She started to say something, but her Imzadi's tongue passed over her in just the right way to make her yelp in delight and so her words were robbed from her. She did grind her hips from side to side, wiggling against the other woman's face, and let her hand rise up, then sink into Riley's hair, fisting the locks between her fingers for a nice, firm girp. Not that this was tight enough to stop her paramor from doing as she pleased. She just wanted a nice fist full to remind Riley that she was there.

"Okay, yeah," she found her voice as she looked down at Riley diligently probing her moist folds apart, the cream pooling in her pussy and heat rolling off against her lovers face. Then down along the curve of her spine, to where Rhys was sinking into and out of her lover. Each thrust sent a spark of pleasure into Faye's mind, so in tuned as she was to her Riley, that sharing her with a man like this damn near felt as if Faye was getting the fucking too, though that phantom sensation was nothing compared to the very direct stimulation of a warm wet tongue tasting her essence.

Up along the well toned plains of Rhys abs, those onyx orbs crawled, drinking in the way his slick skin shown in the light of the disco ball, cascading patterns flickering over his firm muscles, and up, up, past the strong jaw, to the burning bright eyes. Humans always burn so damn bright. Every one of them. He's no different and gods it's amazing.

"This....." she wiggled her free hand to indicate the three of them as she whimpered, feeling herself spreading wide. "This is fucking hot. In case you were unaware, counselor."

[ PO2 Riley Patterson | Disco Lounge | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie @Brutus 

The good counselor was positioned perfectly behind Riley and the nurse knew that he only needed that small nudge to take the next step. Her bum pushed back against his hips, she knew it would only be a matter of time before this man would claim what was presented to him on a platter. When that moment came, she looked up at Faye for a second, offering her lover the expressing when she felt Rhys grip onto her hips before he guided himself between her moist folds. His teased, sucked, licked and kissed cock spreading her lips with ease. Riley's mouth fell open slightly and a long crooning moan escaped her lips for both to hear when Rhys slipped himself in further and didn't stop until he had sheathed himself fully inside of the nurse.

Riley's walls felt slick and warm to the touch, soft and clenching around the intruding member. They massaged his manhood with case while he began to move back and forth inside of her. The feeling of this coupling feeling far more erotic and good than their time on the beach. Riley spread her legs slightly to grant Rhys better access, her hips rolling back onto him each time he bucked himself back into her to maximize their pleasure.

After teasing her Imzade with her tongue, Riley clamped her hand onto her paramour's thighs. Nails digging into the skin lightly while she enjoyed a different meal entirely. Riley's tongue seeking out the little bean that was Faye's clit. The tip of her tongue rolling against it and rolling over it before she dipped it back into the wet folds. Slurping a little while she sucked, kissed and licked her way into her lover's core. Keeping her close and in place while she could feel her hair being held by her. Each buck of Rhys made her push in deeper into Faye's body and while the conversation overhead was lost to her, she focused on the pleasure she was giving and receiving.

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OOC: Sorry for the tardy reply.

[ Lt. Rhys Williams | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Brutus @Nolan

Rhys had never been engaged with more than one sexual partner before. So, he had often idly wondered how it could be avoided that anyone of the parterres fell out. He was glad in this that Riley was really quite far ahead of him. Though he never for one moment imagined that Faye was the kind of girl to allow herself to be left out of anything she wanted to be involved in.

Her reactions for a brief moment did however make him concerned. When she appeared to look past him and over his shoulder, he became a little scared they had attracted an audience and looked back himself. Fortunately, he was delighted to see this was not the case.

When he was able to fix eyes on her again, the wink and blown kiss that came his way caused him to twitch inside Riley. Again, he marvelled at her capacity for simple gestures that could send shocks straight to his libido.

The moan that escaped Riley’s lips as he had entered her, certainly ensured that his erection was not going anywhere any time soon. He felt so delighted to be inside her, she seemed to grip and squeeze him in all the right ways. It helped that he got to watch Riley go down on her girlfriend at the same time. Rhys had aimed to take Riley, slowly sensually but all that he was seeing all that he had experienced was making that a very difficult thing to achieve. He pushed in and pulled out in a steady firm rhythm. His hands moved from her hips along her sides and navel up to her breasts. He cupped these in his hands and gave each a squeeze, his calloused thumbs brushing her nipples.

He watched as Faye, tugged on Riley’s hair. In fact, his eyes almost never left her face. He felt strangely like he was somehow fucking them both. He almost laughed but smirked as she said what he believed to be the most obvious thing ever said by one sentient being to another. “Mmm no argument here.” In fact, Riley would be well aware from the feel of him inside her just how hot he found all of this.

He could almost feel Faye’s eyes tracing his body. Under normal circumstances such attention would have been received with awkwardness and embarrassment. Here in this time beyond such complex feelings the embarrassment was pushed down. At the fore front was a delight in her approval.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Nolan @Juzzie 
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Her mothers species had a word for people like Faye, one that she had taken to heart. Hedonist. It was a perfect description for Faye's more base nature, and her habit of embracing it, and sharing herself with others. Such as now, sharing herself, and her lover, with a man that they had picked up while standing in line at a buffet. Yes, technically, it had been at the table after the buffet, where she had somehow driven off Lt Kingston, with whom Rhys had been talking. Unintended as it was, Faye decided that, as she watched (and felt) the otherwise shy man pounding into her lover, the turn of events had been for hte better. Or at least, for her betterment, and since neither he nor Riley seemed to have any complaints....

A giggle burst out of her lips that quickly morphed to a moan as she sunk her fingers tighter into Riley's beautiful locks, twining the strands into a tight fist. Her lover had done something simply wonderful with her tongue and utterly destroyed all of Faye's lurid philosophical musings, pulling her attention completely and fully upon her partners. "mmmm yes yes yes just like that. Fuck her just like that," she vocalized her encouragement, licking at her lips, bucking her hips in against the woman sandwiched between her, and Rhys.

And speaking of Rhys - gods this is hot watching him fuck her. Feeling him fuck her. He was as much a feast for Faye's eyes as the Betazoids flowering core was for her Imzadi. Calling this whole thing intense was doing the act an injustice. She could feel her toes curling as her grip with her artificial hand increased on the edge of the table, enough to cause it to creak slightly. There would be a set of small imprints in the shape of Faye's finger tips, forced into the surface of the table when they finally left, but at the moment Faye couldn't care less. She was focused on the pleasure she was feeling, tossing her head back again and letting out a long, unrestrained moan.

Sensing that Rhys was drawing as much pleasure from her approval of his actions as the fact that he was quite handedly fucking Riley - and Riley was a rather good fuck, as Faye knew - the Betazoid forced her gaze back to the other man. Even as her moans grew, and her cunt seemed to gush with heat and need, she focused on the newcomer to the tryst, licking her lips and holding his eyes. "That smirk of yours is almost as hot as the way your cock is pounding her, you know." A little flirting in the middle of fucking went a long way, if you asked Faye. Normally this was the kind of thing that a fellow telepath would pick up readily enough, but well, Faye was the only one of those in this threesome so she felt a need to be a bit more vocal. 

"And she feels damn good, doesn't she? nice and tight and mmmm wet." It was a little odd describing how Riley felt to a man that was feeling her first hand, but it was all in good fun. Besides, she couldn't simply praise Rhys and not ply a few comments on her Imzadi. That wouldn't just do at all.

[ PO2 Riley Patterson | Disco Lounge | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie @Brutus

Rhys definitely worked Riley good as she could feel his hips thrust into her steadily and firmly. The music masking the sound of his hips smacking onto her well rounded hind. She could feel his well formed and hard erect member slide back and forth, escaping her core every so often before filling her up again. Her eyes had fluttered shut as she couldn't help but moan at the feeling the good counselor as giving her.

His hands had traveled up from her hips over to her sides before he felt up her breasts. .The soft skin in his hands was being squeezed and her hard nipples were being toyed with. Her mind glazed over in pleasure and her moans muffled into the sex of her Imzadi. Her legs did their best to keep up while all the right spots were being stimulated by the male behind her. Her slick warm walls tightening every so often against Rhys' hardened member. Her body working up a decent sweat now, the pearls of it shimmering under the disco lights.

Unable to vocalize anything of her own, Riley tried her utmost best to focus on giving Faye the pleasure she deserved. She could chuckle lightly when she heard Faye vocalize her feelings, knowing full well that her lover would probably be feeling what she was feeling herself. Their bond was strong now and Riley's tongue slipped out of Faye's sex, two fingers slipping inside and matching the pace of Rhys' tempo. Her tongue rolled over Faye's clit and her fingers curled into a slight hook to scrape against the walls of her lover.

She listened to the conversation going overhead, not really registering much as she was fucked thoroughly. unsure how long Rhys would last, or how long she would last for that matter. After stimulating Faye's hooded nub for a bit, she placed her lips on it and sucked it hard while her eyes remained shut, rolling back behind her closed eyelids. The pleasure washing over her as the knot started to form in the pit of her stomach. She hoped Faye would catch on to it, hoping she'd let Rhys now how good of a job he was doing. How much she was loving it.

[ Lt. Rhys Williams | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Brutus @Nolan

Rhys was more than happy to obey Faye’s instructions. At this point if either of them told him to do something, he probably would have done it and with enthusiasm. Though clearly not the most experienced lover, Rhys obviously displayed a capacity to learn very quickly. Riley physically demonstrated what she wanted from him and Faye was able to vocalise it. To be honest Rhys was surprised his brain was still functioning in any capacity under such an onslaught of stimulation.

On top of everything else, he felt Faye’s eyes on him. The glisten of his skin and its light sheen of sweat under the lighting seemed to have caught her eyes. It felt like they traced and caressed every valley, crag and line of his muscles. It almost felt like a physical touch to him and caused his member to twitch inside Riley.

Faye spoke again, demonstrating that his smirk was almost as hot as the way he was fucking her girlfriend. Under other circumstances such an appraisal as well as her admiring of his body would have caused red faced embarrassment. Indeed, there was a slight pinkening of his cheeks at this comment, but his composure remained in place for the moment. He felt compelled to answer and was surprised his voice came back strong if a little out of breath. “Hearing you laugh, and moan is almost as hot as seeing what Riley is doing to you.” He was not so good at flirting as she was, but it was a genuine expression of his feeling. 

Faye talked about how good Riley must feel. Rhys nodded and found his torso lowering over her back so he could say huskily close to Riley’s ear, “She feels so perfect.” His lips pressed to her shoulder, followed by his teeth dragging lightly over the skin. In fact she felt so good, he knew he would probably not last a whole lot longer. The way she squeezed him, the movement of her butt against him, the sounds of the two women’s moans were starting to prove too much. Moving back into a more vertical position, Rhys took her hips gently but firmly into his hands and his hips began to push forward with more speed and firmness.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Nolan @Juzzie 
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Egging Rhys on was all well and good and it served a certain sort of mental satisfaction for Faye as she encouraged the other man to fuck her Imzadi. But mental stimulation and satisfaction, while all well and good, could only compliment more physical, carnal pursuits. Despite her own ego she knew herself well enough to know that as much as she wanted her partners to enjoy themselves, she wanted to get something out of it all too. And that something was the delightful tongue lashing she was being gleefully subjected to by her absolute favorite person in the whole galaxy. 

Faye often wondered if others discounted just how good it felt to have someone moaning between your legs. The licking was divine, and over the weeks and weeks that Riley and Faye had explored their relationships, the human had become quite adept and finding the little spots that really got Faye's warp core throbbing, but all the same, the actual humming sensation, the staggering moans themselves, were a delight to her wet and sensitive folds. 

Her moan split the air when Riley plunged two fingers into the Betazoid's already sodden and well lapped cunt. It took Faye a moment to realize that the human woman was pumping her fingers at the same pace that Riley herself was getting fucked by Rhys. This left Faye with almost a double image like a burst of pleasure, her own, timed with her lovers. "Oh fuck you're a clever girl aren't you?

She was watching Riley as she spoke, a hand lifting off the table to stroke at the other girls chin. Not that she was able to hold that up for long. Faye was basking under Rhy's praise and gaze, as much as she was Riley's tongue and fingers. Deep inside of herself, Faye felt a flutter ripple down, her walls squeezing tightly against Riley. Not a full orgasm, not by any means, but the first tremors of what would be a liquid hot, messy explosion, she was sure. Something both of her lovers would earn from her at this rate.

"Mmmmhmmm. Fuck. Ha, ahhh," it was a lot to keep track of, her own pleasure, the desire rolling off of Riley and Rhys, the way her Imazdi was barely holding herself together as she sucked down on Faye's clit, causing the lithe woman's leg to visibly shake and tremble, kicking out past the side of Rhys, jerking a bout. It was all so much. Grunting a bit, she ground herself against her lover, but forced her eyes to lock on Rhys. "Let you in on a little secret?"

Yes, she was teasing the man, but she didn't think he minded. Holding his gaze, she told him, "Riley can't exactly speak for herself right now, too busy eating me, but fuck, she thinks's your cock is pretty perfect right now too. You're going to make her come aaaalll undone, Rhys." Something heated and almost needy flashed in her eyes now. "Can you do that for her, Rhys? Can you do that for me?"

[ PO2 Riley Patterson | Disco Lounge | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie @Brutus 

A little muffled giggle was given when Faye called her clever, basking in the simple commendation, the nurse kept up at what pace Rhys was moving himself back and forth inside of her. She could tell the man had picked up on firmness and speed. It made Riley exhale louder onto Fay as she found it increasingly harder to keep her focus on pleasuring the woman before her. She closed her eyes tightly and moaned into Faye louder, sending the vibrations of said moans through her while her body rocked by the firm movements Rhys bestowed upon her.

Faye informed the man of what Riley was feeling and that earned the Betazoid a sharper suck on her sensitive hooded nub. Riley's finger crooking slightly so she could really scrape her fingertips against the inner, warm, velvety walls of her lover. The feeling that had formed in the pit of her stomach grew too much to bear at this point. He eyes rolling back behind closed eyelids while Faye could probably feel perfectly at how her girl became undone.

Riley's legs trembled and she squeezed her thighs together, creating an even tighter sensation for Rhys whilst her walls spasmed and contracted fiercely from one moment in the other. Clamping down around that deliciously, intrusive member, Riley lost herself in the moment and came. Her one hand that held onto Faye's leg gripping hard, nails digging into the skin of her lover while her knuckles would turn white. She didn't tell either of them to stop though, riding out the waves of her pleasurable outcome and feeling her own moistness run down her thighs and legs while some of it coated Rhys on the balls as well. Some of it possibly being smeared open against his thighs while some of it might drip down onto the floor below them.

[ Lt. Rhys Williams | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Brutus @Nolan

Under other circumstances the interplay between Riley and Faye would have been amusing to Rhys. The way that they spoke to each other and interacted, just seemed fun. It was the kind of thing to bring a smile to your face. However, Rhys was far too distracted to find anything cute or amusing at the moment. His brain had totally been taken over by lust, his manhood was thorough in charge of everything that was happening to him at this stage.

Rhys knew he would not last much longer. Faye’s comments and looks certainly did not help matters. She knew instinctively what worked on him, well enough to send little shocks straight to the centre of him. Her request that he do all he could to make Riley cum, was one he could not have disobeyed even if he wanted to. He was at the point now, that he would have thrown himself out of an airlock if she asked. He just nodded and redoubled his efforts.

He held Riley’s hips firmly more firmly than he would have done if he were thinking more consciously. Rhys was a gentle soul, but his fingers practically dug into her. His hips slapped hard against hers. His body became drenched in sweat under the exertions and the hot lights of the Disco. When Riley’s orgasm came, just the sounds she made would have been enough to set him off. The feel of her around him squeezing and massaging took him to new heights of delighted pleasure. He closed his eyes and buried himself in her one final time. He let out a long low moan, as they both proceeded to make a mess of each other.

He sagged against her body his legs shaking a little, but he held her tight to. In essence both of them keeping each other up.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Nolan @Juzzie 
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Clearly Riley found it quite hot, what Faye was telling Rhys, judging by the way that the girl sucked down on Faye's clit. For a moment the Betazoid's focus slipped, and her mouth hung open in a long, rolling moan. She didn't see stars, but she sure felt that, the pulsing need that radiated up from her lovers pliable lips. Hardly her most graceful expression, but it was honest, open and clearly full of pleasure. Even then, the moan, which had been a single, steady note, wavered and broke,  when Riley's finger pushed along the top walls of Faye's channel, hitting a spot that so many humanoid women, of a variety of species processed.

"Fuck." Classy, it was not. Accurate? Certainly. Encouraging? Faye sure hoped so.

It did not take long for Faye to feel her Paramour reach her peak point. Of the trio, the human woman was the first to succumb, and Faye delighted in feeling that, even as she felt herself dripping into the other woman's moaning mouth. The Betazoid was hardly going to be far behind her Imzadi. Riley couldn't be the only one making a mess of the booth they'd commandeered for their fornication.

In the end, it was the feeling of her partners reaching their orgasms that drove the little telepath past the edge of her internal cliff. She'd hissed out a sharp, "Yes, Rhys when the man had exploded inside of Riley. His name was on her lips a she let her head tilt back and stopped trying so hard to hold herself together for the others. Though she had fun up to that point, she wanted to feel for herself what the others had experienced, and bathing in their actions, as well as their emotions, she did just that.

Faye had heard the expression, a toe curling orgasm, a toe curling scream, a toe curling this or that, time and again.  A little cliché, perhaps, to describe something in that fashion, but as Faye fell back onto the table top, going limp on the table, she had to giggle. The sound of her crying out still echoed in her ears, and bounced about the dance room, mixing with the heavy pulsing beat the automated DJ Program had conjured up. Her legs had clamped tightly against Riley's face as she'd cum, coating the girls cheeks with her juices, squeezing hard, and yes - her toes had curled. They were, in fact, still twitching; at least on her left foot, as she threw her right hand over her face and panted. She was coated in sweat, her humbled bust jiggling as she gasped down air, laughter and pleasure making themselves known to the room. After a moment, she muttered to the others - without moving her arm, or looking down her body at the duo joined at the hip, barely able to stand,

"Do you think anyone heard us?"

[ PO2 Riley Patterson | Disco Lounge | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie @Brutus 

It seemed like one's orgasm cascaded the other to orgasm and much like a domino effect it spread to Faye in the end. Riley could feel Rhys first riding out her orgasm before he spilled over into his own orgasm. The warm flush of his seed being injected into her loins and she loved the feeling truly. It felt nothing short of perfect in the moment. Faye wasn't that far behind as she came into Riley's mouth, the nurse lapping up and eating her Imzadi out as good as she could while she could still feel Rhys buried inside of her, trapping his seed.

Being held in position by Faye's legs, Riley just drank and licked away before she could break free of the hold. She licked her way up, tasting Faye's sweat on her abdomen. Teasing her breasts and nipples with her tongue and lips, Riley came to lay on top of Faye, pressing their sweaty bodies against one another. She did reach behind her, tugging Rhys along, not wanting him to slip out of her just yet. Riley had to laugh at Faye's question and she wiggled her hips a little, only causing for friction for Rhys inside of her before she stood up and slowly slipped Rhys' member out of her. She turned around after that to face Rhys, the cum already drizzling down her thigh, down her legs for him and Faye to see.

"Thanks for that Rhys... Don't be a stranger." she grinned, whispering it sultry while she cupped his cheek and got on her toes to kiss him on the lips, letting him taste Faye in the moment as well. She'd deepen the kiss, her tongue dancing against his lips, seeking permission or giving him the chance to probe his tongue against hers to taste Faye even better. Her one hand had wet fingers and she marked Rhys' cheek with Faye's moistness while she sat down on her lover's lap, the slick semen of Rhys now pooling into Faye's lap as well.

[ Lt. Rhys Williams | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] attn: @Brutus @Nolan

In the end Faye was not far behind Rhys and Riley. Rhys was very much impressed at how Riley was able to maintain enough of her wherewithal to help out her girlfriend. Rhys was not sure he would have had enough functioning brain matter at that point. Rhys if ever he had thought about more than one sexual partner had always wondered if someone would end up left out or disappointed. He was pleased to see in this instance that had not been the case. He would have felt really guilty had either of his partners not had a good time.

Rhys of course blushed a little at hearing his name on Faye’s lips as she climaxed. Now that things were settling down his brain was engaged enough again for a little of the shyness to creep back. Rhys was surprised at being pulled with Riley as she lay for a moment on Faye and Faye asked if they thought they had been heard. “I don’t care.” Rhys almost looked around to see who had said that before realising with some surprise that it had come from his own lips. He blushed more and had to resist clamping his hands to his mouth.

Soon Rhys was slipped out of Riley as she turned to him. Her grin and the way she spoke to him, Rhys was sure had he not just had an orgasm, he would be hard again. Riley cupped his pinkened cheek and kissed him. His hands naturally found themselves on her hips as he returned her kiss happily. Their two tongues exploring each other. He bit his lip as the kiss broke and looked at the glowing faces of Faye and Riley. “Don’t be a stranger either.” He said softly.

[ Ens. Faye Lintah Eloi-Danvers | Party Floor | Top Deck | Eclipse | West Pacific Ocean | Aldea Prime ] Attn: @Juzzie @Nolan 
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Getting her breathing back under control wasn't going to be as easy as she thought it might be. Riley, crafty minx that she was, had Faye gasping in little bursts as the human girl kissed her way up the Betazoid's body, sending sparks of pleasure radiating back down into her. Especially when she went after those taut nubs atop her perky tits. She found her own hands reaching up and raking back the slicked hair from Riley's face as the nurse completed her journey up Faye's body. Coal black eyes met beautiful blue for a brief moment, speaking volumes in silence before the delectable tawny-haired non comm finally eased herself off the counselor's dick and offered the duo a rather lewd view.

Riley went up on tip-toes to express some well-deserved gratitude to the male member of their impromptu threesome while Faye took a moment to get collected. Rhys was thoroughly flustered by the kiss, and Faye was pleased that Riley had done this to him. He's damn well earned that one.

As for Faye herself? Her hair was a mess, her body was soaking with sweat and she felt pleasingly flushed. Faye could feel the trickle of spent seed dripping onto her own lap as Riley plopped her bum down against the Betazoid.. Giggling all the more, Faye set her head on the nurse's shoulder and flashed a winning grin up at Rhys. Playfully she glanced past him, toward the door to the dance room, but it seemed to have remained closed for the duration. Her eyes darted back to him as she slid her arms between Riley's arms and torso, hugging the girl tight.

If she stretched just right, Faye thought she could get her foot up against the side of Rhys' thigh. The angles were a little tricky, but she pulled it off, watching his face. "I have a feeling that you won't have to worry about that at all, Rhys. This was far too fun not to repeat at some point in the future. Besides," she let her gaze drop down, pointedly, to his crotch, and then flicked back up with a saucy smirk. "Next time my dear counselor, I think I'll be the one to ride you."

Brazen? Maybe. But she meant every word of it.

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