Re: USS Theurgy: What if - The Public Baths
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[ Lt. Cmdr. Leon Marquez | Ens James "Jimmy" Mariner | CWO Tarsi ] | Public Baths | Deck 12| USS Theurgy | Vector 01 ] @triage @Even Angels Cry
The whole thing had been Jimmy's idea. Leon was understandably reluctant to join in on some R and R under the ever-present circumstances they were in, even though the former XO was a firm advocate in crew, officer and noncom alike participating in equal opportunity recreation time. Still, when Tarsi had made a similar notice of concern and tension in her leather-skin friend, the Andorian shen appealed to even a commander's human needs in order to function at peak efficiency. "Oh allright, Tarsi." very hesitantly, Leon took his leave and permitted the recently-hibernated Denobulan, Klex to take his position at Vector 01's bridge. Behind his back, Klex and Tarsi exchanged winks at getting their friend to finally unwind.
On the Resolve's voyage, difficult decisions had to be made, placing crew survival over the recreational needs of limited resources. Reliance on replicators and holodecks was rationed, but when these obstacles were eventually overcome, the pool's reopening was a milestone of morale-boosting, to Mariner's (and admittedly, his own) excitement. Marquez loved swimming, apart from staying in shape, the sport reminded him of Earth and his promise to return home. No other planet in the galaxy, except perhaps Risa provided a place to swim without fear of a microbe or sea-dwelling predator ruining the day. That's why Leon brought his favored swimming trunks of choice (Green with a Lion guarding a soccer ball and 7 stars under the coat of arms), wearing a bathrobe to keep his shoulders and lower half warm, as his legs and pectorals were nothing to hide.
Tarsi had been uptight and frustrated for several months now, having done little with her free time besides practice her martial arts in her quarters and playing complex Andorian strategy games on her PaDD. She was as much a bookworm as she was a soldier, but as an individual, she wished she could indulge in some more personal desires besides her fondness for singing and karaoke. She of all people mourned the chance for some starved shore leave on Starbase 84, but the loss of life, material and her home eclipsed the selfish need to unwind. Even a trip to the lovely beaches of Earth's Alaska in the holodecks would've made her day if not her year. Still when Jimmy came to Marquez with the news that he'd discovered a Jacuzzi room, her mind at once attuned to the potential to take an invigorating cool bath, and possibly meet another of her species to play with. She'd almost entirely gave up attempting to make advances toward Lt Ch'rayya, her department chair and a man she'd long had feelings toward. She donned her purple-pink camouflage swimwear and stocked up on her Andorian Ale obtained from the lounge.
It was here where she bumped into, unsurprisingly, Ensign Mariner, who was filling up a replicated version of a lightweight metal. "Striker doesn't drink beer," Tarsi noticed, finding a few well-meaning but redundant six-pack of several Earth regional drinks, before spotting a replication of that odd-shaped bottle Marquez kept for decoration behind his desk. "... Ah I see. I don't think she drinks much anymore... but I'd like to see you try. She seemed composed recently." the Andorian smiled and filled the cooler with her addition and helped Jimmy wheel the device to their meeting place near the Bathhouse.
Jimmy was surprised he'd gotten his longtime friends and war buddies to let loose, but not nearly as excited as he was when Meony had made the time to go along with him too; he hastily returned to his quarters to find a family heirloom, privately named 'Pinocchio' to wear to his event. In a hurry, Jimmy stripped and put on his navy-blue trunks that had a camouflage pattern, with the Australian flag on his hip and the outfit's namesake on his groin, a timeless emblem of a smiley face. Jimmy often smugly wondered how long that had been on his family crest before his star-faring ancestors scanned the original into replicator buffers. One more reason he was glad to have saved the datarods from Resolve's destruction: He was able to salvage the patterns for a wheelable ice chest. The bare-chested athletic Australian surfer-jock wore a blue beach towel with his nation's flag around his waist when he met up with his crew, with a PaDD tucked into his waistband, its speakers playing something off his 'showtime' playlist.
"Watch, as our brave hero" Jimmy exxagerated his Australian accent (which usually sounded slightly 'americanized' unless he got into character or emulated his father the documentarian) "Embarks on a steamy adventure, a trek through the leisures of the stars, in a pack of noble heroes, as he delivers a token of affection for the female of his species...". Tarsi rolled her eyes as she walked ahead of him with her grip on the foregrip on the beverage cooler, standing next to Marquez, mouthing, 'This guy.' to the CTO who mouthed back, 'Ah, jut humor him.' "Watch out, buster, this here's a Texan thoroughbred: She's got the face of an angel, the color of a red devil and the kiss of a Rattlesnake! You'd better be a snake charmer to give us all a happy ending." Jimmy tried to hold her hand, in such a way where he wouldn't fall out of his robe (Which was on, but not wrapped, showing of his bare chest and blue trunks) "Lucky, for our hero, he is." Jimmy concluded the documentarian voice with his normal accent.
Leon opened the door to the bathhouse room and let the breath of the room glide into his lungs and sighed blissfully as he led his friends into the bathhouse. He noticed some familiar faces of his new crewmates from the crewmates, despite the amount of skin they decided to show off. He broke off from his pack as he noticed the Ensigns find a corner to themselves and Tarsi hang her robe somewhere and procede to unashamedly take her top off as she hummed the Andorian Imperial anthem and hung up her robe and garment, taking two cans of Andorian Ale from Jimmy's cooler before letting the Australian and the Texan find a pool to dabble in their Pink-skin fraternization. Tarsi noticed Eliska Bremmer in the pool and considered greeting her fellow Resolve noncom officer. The two were friends, but Tarsi didn't click well with the Nove Kosician except for holodeck competitions or the phaser range; besides, she found companionship already.
The Shen inspected the room of its occupants, hiding her irritation at the temperature of the bathhouse. She hoped the moisture in the atmosphere in the damp room would cool down the shen's body temperature down a bit, but rather she caught herself perspiring just a notch. Next to her, Leon followed suit and hung up his robe and drink in the ambience of the room. "Enjoying the view, Leather-skin?" She looked his form over, curling an antenna downward as she regarded him while he stretched himself out and freed more blood through his vessels. For a human, he didn't have a terrible body by any means. Part of her wished he was Andorian.
"The humanoid body is nothing to be ashamed of, Tarsi... unless you have insecurities." Leon replied, stretching his arms and flexing his arms, letting the shen regard him as he pretended not to care. The two had grown up together when they were younger but simply kept eachother on their toes. Her anatomy and his respect for her father kept them from becoming an item. "Why, are you showing your arsenal to the jealousy of the female crew again?" He almost-sarcastically asked, making eye contact with the busty Andorian, acting as if he didn't notice the Andorian's cultural indifference for their anatomy. Her gaze and antennae indicated Leon to look over his shoulder to spot someone for each of them. Leon was glad he didn't have a drink in hand as they appeared.
Meanwhile, Jimmy had scooted into a pool and fidgeted with the settings as he cast some friendly greetings to other members of the crew, keeping Tancredi in his personal foreground as he rolled his cooler, whistling to the beat of his music before he turned it low as he eased in to an unoccupied corner of the bathhouse, sighing contentedly as the temperature agreed with him, snapping open an El Sol beer as he applied salt and lime to the ice-cool synthehol. The stuff may have been artificial and the buzz just as much so, but it had a placebo effect that would keep his body hale and hearty should there need to be some swimming about in these pools; The islander was nobody's silver medalist in that particular sport, and he had Meony to impress.