Star Trek: Theurgy

[ Ensign Cir'Cie | Junior Officer's Quarters | Deck 11 | Vector 01 USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Auctor Lucan


Cir'Cie would listen to Liam intently, unable to not fidget slightly when he mentioned how and Ji would often frequent this room to 'vent' their stresses with each other, she couldn't help but wonder what it might be like to have the Adonis like Chief of Deck to herself and she would visibly bite her lip in a uncharacteristically seductive or needy like manner before wresting control of herself. She was supposed to be here to offer comfort, support! Not see a potential chance to satiate her own burning and heightened sense of need. What would her counselors think if she decided to simply throw everything she had learned to get to where she was now.

As Liam continued to pour his feelings out, his questions being presented too her - all she could do was listen and try to make some sense of his own internal chaos that had been troubling him. That was something that always irritated and yet pleased Cir'Cie. She always found it near impossible to reason with her own internal thoughts and yet found it much more plausible and even rewarding to offer order to someone else's thoughts. Once Liam had offered his thanks and seemingly finished saying what he needed to say, Cir'Cie would shift to be slightly closer to Liam, her leg pressing at the side of his own opposite leg facing her direction.

"The Infested have shown they rely on impulse and the corrosion of logic to get what they want... what happened was not your fault." Cautiously, Cir'Cie would reach over and gently take one of Liam's strong and defined hands into her own before placing her other hand on top of it. "From how you describe her, Ji clearly loved you and wanted to do everything within her power to make sure she didn't lose you. However in safeguarding you so much, it seems she lost herself... But she will recover, as all of us have recovered before at the hands of the Niga and the Infested...and she will need your help. Help in realizing she will need to forgive herself, assuming she has regrets about what happened. And if you love her truly...you'll make that happen - or at the very least, fight to make it happen."

Realizing her intimate approach and her words might be conflicting, she reluctantly removed her hands from his own but maintained her gaze with his. She couldn't help feel sexually charged around this man and she was wondering if it might simply be better to wish him the best and to leave his quarters immediately... But she did not. She felt determined to show that she had made progress, that she could be alone and close to a man without letting her base wants consume her. So with an exhale and a slow nod she would continue.

"I wish to offer my support to you when you feel you need someone to talk too...or just wish to spend time with. They are many things we could learn from each other, or explore on one of the holo-decks. To share our perspectives and grow stronger from them...that is my hope at least. If you are interested." With a gulp, Cir'Cie would scold herself for briefly allowing her composure to slip - she really wanted to try and step out past her comfort zones. Humans were difficult to work with at the best of times, but Liam was amicable and open minded and she had come to appreciate it. Even if his physical attributes were a test in of themselves to her.

Honestly was thinking about it and if you haven't started on the request above, I'd like one of Alana Pierce in a special ops-type black Starfleet uniform. Basically something like one of these options:

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[ Lt. Alana Pierce | Brig | Security Center | Deck 07 | USS Theurgy ] | ATTN: @GroundPetrel @Argyros @Auctor Lucan @Sqweloookle [Show/Hide]
Pierce looked around the room as she waited for Nicander to work his farsight technique. In the meantime, she could feel the eyes on her from around the room. Clearly, the thought of coming clean with Dr. Nicander wasn't sitting well with the others in the room. She turned around, hair flailing around her and resting upon her shoulders as she brushed the red out of her eyes.

"I can feel the room isn't all that keen with the idea of me spilling some of the conflicts. Nothing about it is classified. The side missions themselves are not open for discussion. That being said, I wanted the good doctor to feel at least somewhat included and part of this crew still since it's his life on the line too with Klingons surrounding the area."

She took under advisement the statement made by Lt. Kingston about focusing on the Chancellor and High Council members. It struck her thoughts to ask another pertinent question related to it all.

"Also doctor, in case you missed it, in particular, the people we'd like to know more about are the Chancellor himself, the High Council members, and Gorka or his close associates. If you don't mind."

Alana shook her head and looked back at her PADD as she waited for Nicander to answer.

[ Lt. JG Kate Foster | Holodeck 02 | Deck 08 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Pierce

With a genuine sense of deep relief, Kate exhaled as Tessa stirred from her momentary unconsciousness, calming the heart which had beat with rapidity within her chest. Gently resting one of her delicate hands against her friend's abdomen as Tessa gradually leaned up on her elbows, Kate settled back until her slender legs scooted out from underneath and she plopped down unto her behind in relative exhaustion. "I don't... umm, some bigger gun?" she said unknowingly of the guard's AK-47 that had unloaded on poor Tessa's chest a few seconds earlier. "Me? Oh I'm fine." Letting a little giggle escape her at the absurdity of it all, she enjoyed the echoed sentiment that had been afforded by the Love Wolf. Though at the suggestion of revisiting the program again, Kate nearly did a double take. In a way, it had been an exhilarating experience to go through at the side of such a fun-loving hellion as Tessa, even if the night had gone in such an awry direction in comparison to what had originally been intended. The danger reminded Kate of her own enjoyment of more extreme sports like wing-suiting, or cave-diving. There was an inherent adrenaline rush associated with each activity, and Kate had felt that rush just a minute or so earlier when she thought that Tessa had been legitimately injured in a grave manner.

"Yeah... maybe we can do that some time. I think I'd like that." She smiled sweetly, very happy to have made the invitation to Tessa in the first place.

Once Tessa tossed the metal server's plate that she'd improvised as an armor vest, it having been dented in a dozen places where the bullets fired had impacted against it, Kate held out a hand to help her to her feet. Standing beside her, she admired Tessa's shirt riddled with torn bullet holes, and couldn't help but chuckle at her having had yet another top destroyed. "Remind me to never lend you a blouse." Teasing, Kate approached one of the dispatched guards and retrieved his AK-47 and hoisted it off to Tessa. "Well, from the sounds of these... pricks..." she kicked one of them "...I'm thinking this 'King' asshole is up in his bedroom, waiting for our arrival so that he can be a total creep." Grabbing another discarded weapon, Kate looked it over as she held it in her hands, though she had little understanding of the functionality of what was clearly an UZI submachinegun. "So. Shall we go be badass and put and end to whatever chapter or episode we're in the middle of?"

Holding her gun up with in arm, she placed a hand at her waist and did a little pose as in the background she could hear the adaptive programing pipe in with a music to build in anticipation.

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[PO3 Lillee t'Jellaieu | Public Baths | Deck 12 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Nolan, @Pierce, @Juzzie

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The kiss was a surprise, but a welcome one, and Lillee luxuriated in the taste of the other woman's lips upon her own. They were not the first lips she'd tasted that day, nor, she reflected upon looking at Rhys's strong back, would they be the last. The impish thought elicited a merry giggle as she let Alana go, before marveling at the human's body. Lillee was no telepath, but nevertheless she could sense the erotic anticipation building within Alana, and indeed Rhys...although for the latter, that was no secret. for anyone watching.

That prompted a thought that slightly woke Lillee up, her conscious mind reasserting itself. She glanced around the Baths, which seemed as full as ever as crewmen passed back and forth. There was still no sign of Thomas, but Lillee spied Natalie Stark and Samala in their own little alcove, enjoying a small tub. Moving on, Lillee tried to gauge if anyone was watching the developing situation with judgement, irritation or dismay, but she found nothing. Most of the bathers were either minding their own business or enjoying other company, and none seemed to mind the erotic massage showcase by the pool. Some might watch whatever occurred next for other reasons...and what of it? On another day, Lillee might've opted to be less of an exhibitionist, but now...oh stars, she just wanted to keep having fun!

With that, Lillee relaxed once more, smiling lazily at her playmates, damp blonde locks falling over her eyes. She noted that Rhys still seemed embarrassed even under Alana's touch, and she duly took a gentle approach. Lillee took one of Rhys's hands, encouraging him to straddle the lounge chair as she straddled it too, facing him. She was so close that her knees touched Rhys's, their skin in distant but sensual contact all the same. Lillee looked over Rhys's shoulder at Alana, smiling at the buxom human who had succumbed so beautifully and was now treating Rhys much as he had treated her. The competition was long forgotten, the "prize" now irrelevant; they were all about to be winners.

"Do you feel good, Rhys?" Lillee whispered in deliberate echo of her previous words, and as she spoke, a hand dipped down between them. Carefully, gently, she raked the back of her hand up and down his throbbing shaft, her knuckles grazing the sensitive skin all the way from the tip to his warm testes. Lillee looked into Rhys's eyes then, her words soft. "Know that whatever happens, you are safe. You are comfortable. You are free to do whatever you wish without consequence. I am sure that Alana would agree to the same, yes?" Her eyes flicked up to Alana with shared mischief before returning to Rhys's more innocent eyes, and then she spoke the final words.

"Do you want this, Rhys?" she murmured, sweat still dripping off her crennalated forehead, her blue eyes fixed on his, her knuckles still grazing his hardened manhood.