Star Trek: Theurgy

[ LT JG Derik Veradin | Public Baths | Deck 06 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Sqweloookle
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"Do you like Steam rooms?"

The question...did not come across as just a question. It was without a doubt an invitation, a sincere one, almost...insistent. The Trill watched with unshielded interested as the man climbed back out of the tub slowly. The Master-At-Arms was making a show of bending to retrieve his towel, his member even noticeably moving the band of those small shorts down.

Yet the performance wasn't done, as Adam wrapped his towel around his waist, reached under the cloth, and pulled his shorts off. One of Derik's eyebrows raised, curious as to the reason. He needn't have even bothered wondering. Kingston draped the small bit of clothing over the edge of Jacuzzi, a token, an answer to the helmsman's unasked question.

"When you're ready."

Oh good lord. The Trill thought as the man walked away into to the steam room, his form an enticing sight as it passed.  Derik's lips parted slightly as a huge grin formed across his face. His hand lifted out of the bubbling water, playing with the stubble of his beard. Teasing the man just a minute ago had been a spur of the moment decision, simply to see what would happen. Now he was being actively invited into an even more enticing environment. Adam's no longer just teasing. He's wanting me to join him. And if it was just teasing, why leave his clothing behind? Why not take it with him? Is that an offer for potentially more?

The questions kept popping up like the bubbles in the Jacuzzi, one after another in an endless stream. But a decision had to be made: to accept the invitation or leave it? Derik gnawed at the choice for a few moments, his groin aching for attention. Nothing to lose right? The Trill got out of the tub; the cooler air prickly across his skin. Following Adam's example, he removed his speedo and slipped his own towel around his waist, at least for modesty's sake. 

He slipped into the sauna, Adam in plain sight even amongst the wisps of steam. His eyes were closed and Derik took advantage of it. He quietly made his to the bench opposite the human, leaning up against the wall. Veradin couldn't help but notice Kingston's towel was barely covering his hard organ laying against his left thigh. Deciding to play along, Derik pulled his towel off, covering his crotch and twitching organ only. No need to keep himself covered much longer. One leg rested on the bench while the other rested on the floor, legs slightly spread. He balled the his speedo in his hand when an idea struck him. 

He looked over at Adam, pulled his arm back, aimed, and threw his speedo at the man. It slapped loudly against the man's stomach, jolting his eyes open. With a big mischievous grin, he raised his throwing arm above his head, tucking it behind his head, presenting his entire body for review. "Ready enough for you?"

@Masorin

Jaya took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The room felt... cold and not in the temperature way. It didn't take long for Jak to emerge, but something was definitely different. The way he spoke. The words he chose. The pacing of his speech. It was too fast, convoluted, almost choppy. She understood the feeling. He had too much to say and not enough space to fit the words into. It was a problem she had been having herself lately.

He didn't step fully into the light either. At least, not at first. To be fair, while she had listened to his recording, she hadn't been focused on the words he chose to use. His diction. Mental A+ for remembering that word! She had given little thought to her attire or anything else and instead was hoping for a semi-continuation of their last rendezvous. But the more he spoke, it became clear thay tonight would be very different.

She tried not to wince when he stepped fully into the light, but some of the grimace still showed. "Oh.. that, that looks.. You look.. different. ... ... ... Hi, Jak."

It was all she managed to say, and riddled with pauses. But her feet brought her close enough to reach out and take his hands when she managed to mumbe her hello. They felt differnet too. Not the hands she remembered. Granted one was cold like metal, but it was more than that. These hands were unsteady despite his sure grip. She gripped them tightly. He didn't need to be a stoic Vulcan or a macho Klingon.

"This isn't a bad look." She smiled and let her thumbs run over the backs of his hands.  "Very sci-fi war veteran, which is all the rage these days. And hey, now you have a cool 'wanna come back to my place and see my battle scar' story." Her smile lit up her whole face. She let go of his hands and stepped into his embrace. Her arms wrapped around his torso and she pressed her cheek to his chest. "It really is good to see you. Honest. So much has happened.."

[Lt. Zephyr Praise | You're Up to Something | What are You Hiding? | First Date - Never Too Late]
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He was hiding something, she could tell, he was being cagey in his mind.  Not actively, but he was all amped about something and she wasn't invasive enough to dive into his mind and get it.  One, because she liked surprises, she was one of the few girls that could admit that was the truth.  Also because it was a breech of trust and not something she would do unless she had his permission or certain circumstances arose.  Right now though, for something this small, it would be nothing that was necessary and Zeph found herself liking those unknown moments.  The ones that she could look back on in the future and remember when.  If she knew all the secrets before hand she would never be surprised, never know the art of his plans fully coming to fruition, and never know how it felt to be in a relationship where they were both equal.  No, she allowed him his secrets, but she knew that they were there.  Sitting in his mind, the anticipation so heavily played on his mind she could tell that he was about to burst.

He was adorable.

As he moved towards her, he bumped into a rolling cart of her plants and samples.  Her thoughts of his secrets flew from her mind as Zeph lurched forward to catch and stabilize her cart before all her hard work, fresh seedlings, and babies could crash to the floor.  Zeph could tell that he was a bit embarrassed about himself but this lab was full and there wasn't much room in it for him to come in and be present.  But, she was glad he was here and wouldn't have it any other way.  She just hoped that none of her plants were accidental causalities of his visit.  So far, so good.  He finally reached her fully, and Zeph looked up at him.  Now that he was close, their height difference made her need to look up quite a bit to close the distance.  He still held something behind his back and she wondered what it could be but was excited all the same.  He had not given her a gift since he had come back with the cuttings from the Savi ship.  Those were all being used at the moment and she appreciated them more than she could say, but something was behind his back and it was too quiet to be Jasper.

Khorin mentioned that he believed she had done more than enough work today.  Zeph couldn't help but feel a chuckle bubbling out of her lips and sounding in the lab.  "You do, do you?" she teased waiting for whatever was to come.  He told her that he had come to release her from the chains of her servitude to the machines and plants alike and invited her to dinner.  Her brows rose, because oddly, despite everything that had runt through her mind she had never expected him to come to hr and ask her to dinner.  Not for a real date, claiming that they hadn't had one yet and he wanted to amend that tonight.  He wasn't wrong though, they had met on the Versant, and fallen for one another there.  Moved in together immediately upon coming onto the Theurgy when he needed her heart and soul to help heal his own, and now, they were just together.  There had been no romance, no build up, nothing of the sort, and she was kind of glad that he had realized it and decided to at least give them some memories they could make together.

"I would love to ha-"

A plant was pulled out from behind his back and Zeph gasped in mid sentences.  Immediately, she was absorbed in her new found plant.  In the sway of the tall beautiful flowered limb and the long leaves, the way that she could tell already that it would get quite a bit bigger than it already was.  Already, her mind ran through with all the possibilities of what it could be, what it could do, what it was, and what she could do with it.  He told her it was called the Tower of Jewels, causing her eyes to break from the beautiful red blossoms and to the man that had made sure it was given to her as a gift for their first official date.  She took it from him and carefully turned placing it on her work station.  Releasing the bow from it's haphazard and crooked state, the ribbon fell down as the paper began to fall away from the plant.  She moved what was left of the crinkled and rushed, but sweetly wrapped paper, and put it to the side to observe the plant.

Khorin assured her that flowers was the way to go for a first date, but he had decided on live ones instead of those that would die quickly and be left with only a memory.  Zeph turned and smiled at him, giving him a nod.  "That's true." she said a bright smile taking over her face.  He told her that he had booked them a fancy restaurant down on the station and her brows rose. 

"Well.... I'm still in my uniform, can I change first?" she asked curiously, hoping that he wouldn't mind.  She shooed Khorin out of the room and closed the door leaving it locked as she went to the replicator and got herself something simple.  A simple black dress that came down to about a couple inches before the knee.  Black heels to match.  The dress was off her shoulder and had a lace trim that accented the pale skin peeking through it.  She wore no jewelry as she didn't have any of note, and she didn't really want any tonight.  So she pulled her hair up in a quick single twist behind her and pinned it into place before she felt ready to go and looking much more like she was going on a date. 

Zeph stepped out of the lab, and closed it behind her, knowing that it would lock and her research would be safe while she was gone.  She turned to see Khorin waiting for her.  As he extended his arm to her in awe, they headed for the transportation room to  the destination he picked out.

"Thank you for coming to get me.  I'm really quite excited about this whole endeavor." she admitted smiling brightly up at him.

[LCdr Blue Tiran | One Small Step for Most | One Giant Leap for Tiran Kind | At Least the Guest List is Short | Don't Need an Audience, Just Him]
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As the doors parted, leading the way to enter the Conferrence room, she spotted him.  In his white dress uniform jacket, it fit in all the right ways.  Ranaan might be a bit older than her but he had never let himself go.  She didn't think, for a moment, that she had anything to do with it.  She had met him in the shape he was in and he had never let go.  She hadn't either, but she had lost some of her muscle tone back on the Versant, and yet now, she was getting it back.  As proven by the plunging neckline of the dress that allowed her to remain modest in the way she had always been but give a slight nod to her future husband's blood line as well as the newfound confidence of knowing that she was his and his alone.  The room had only been seen by her, for the times where she was in the senior staff meetings and trying to omit some of the cursing to help Ducote's already poor blood pressure.  But, now, it would hold different memories for her, pleasant ones. 

Oddly, she had always expected that Amasov would be the one that would be standing beside Ranaan.  The old Captain with a grin on his features as he was finally allowed to wed the two officers that created the most stellar scuttlebutt on his ship.  Of course, he lived for it, even though it sometimes made new wrinkles appear on his weathered face, he wouldn't have them any other way.  Blue had quite enjoyed serving on the Endeavour and hoped that she would find the Theurgy much the same, but Ives seemed like an enigma and Blue wasn't sure that she would ever feel as comfortable with the s/he. 

Her eyes though, for the moment, were for Ran and Ranaan alone.  As she stared over towards him, not needing to look up quite so much with the added height of her heels, she couldn't help but let the warmth of her feelings for him fill her eyes and face.  He had rescued her from loneliness and had helped her heal in ways that she would have, years ago, been real fucking sure she didn't need fixed.  He hadn't come at her as though she needed to be fixed, never once had he asked her to be anything but who she was, however just over the years of being loved and accepted had done wonders for her psyche.  Reaching over, Blue slid her calloused and scarred hand into his own.  His too, was calloused with age, wear, and the fact that neither of them seemed to find it of import to go to medbay for every little thing.  Blue was really the worst of it, a bandaid suited her fine when stitches would probably be more necessary.  But, even still, right now, all those scars told a story and each one brushed against his skin as together they turned to Ives. 

On his tongue was the sound of her name, and her smile deepened.  He knew her real name, she had once confessed it to him, the whole thing.  But, he also knew that she had left that name behind a long time ago and it had been too many years since she had ever considered herself that person.  She was Blue, Blue Tiran and would answer to nothing else.  She supposed it made little sense to keep her father's name as her own, and yet, she had because it was Arthur's name.  Ranaan told her that she amazed him, and a blush of color took over her quite pale cheeks.  She was well known for being pale, almost sickly white, because of all the time as a child spent indoors bent over a work table, and all the times that she spent alone surviving.  The lack of sunlight in space hadn't helped, and she had remained pale. 

Blue, for once was speechless.  She amazed him?  But .. how?  Why?  When?  Now?  Suddenly?  What had she done differently?  Was it the dress?  Was it the slice of flesh down her chest?  Was it Albert and his get up?  Was it .. that she remembered to show up for once?  A million and a half questions peppered and assaulted her mind, because that was precisely how Blue's mind worked.  Problem initiated, program began to test through all the various solutions, the variables, and their outcomes.  Pick the most likely, the one with the best statistical percentage of success, and go with that one.  Yet, here, she was betting her life on him.  But then, that was nothing new, honestly, she had bet her life on him years ago when she let him in.  When she fell asleep beside him, when she moved into his Quarters, when she came home to him installing shelving for her mess, when he fixed her favorite bag, when he would back talk Albert before he could actually defend himself, and then; when he could.  Blue had given her life to him, this was only the paperwork to make it official, to everyone, to the ship, to the universe, to the world, to them.

His voice invaded her mind, and she smiled softly, glancing up at him with that knowing grin.  She, not for the first time, wished that she could answer him in their secret little way.  The day he stopped calling her Trouble, was the day everything was over.  She gave his hand a little squeeze and shook her head just enough for him to tell.  Not on his life, was she walking out of this room without this ceremony going off.  Not on his life, was he getting out of this so easily.  No, he was in it for life, they both were, this was the fucking day that most people dreamed of.  Blue had never dreamed of such things.  Even when she had, it was years after she had been with Ducote.  Even then, she had never really thought it necessary.  That was until the Versant had changed her views on what she found important and the closer she could be with Ranaan, the better.

Ives began her speech.  It wasn't for the masses, this ceremony was small, quaint, and perfect.  But, it didn't matter to Blue, Ives could have said 'ya'll married now fuckers' and Blue would have been happy but she appreciated the class given to the once in a life time situation.  Blue listened to the words, knowing that Cross supported her, and that Albert in his own logical way knew that Ranaan was good for her.  She would have, at the very least, had a much longer rap sheet without him to keep her sane and full of twinkies.  Ives began throwing some shit around about how love made people stronger and some shit about how it was a thing to be shared and yet separate lives.  Blue toned out some of it towards the end, as she started to get antsy.  How she made it through the whole Academy was sometimes a bit of a shocker, but she was able to come back to attention when he said his and her name.  Stating for them to look at one another and holding hands.

Blue turned, the silk of her skirts swished around her brushing against the floor as she shifted.  Her hands taking his.  Some brides would have lovely nails to match the day, Blue was pretty sure there was residual grease underneath her nails and in the nail beds from all the work she did.  Of course, unknown to her, there was a small almost inpercetable grease stain on the dress just above the black fade where she had brushed up against something on her way to the ceremony.  Ives called out to Ranaan to ask if he would take this bride as his wife.  Blue's brow rose in a silent question but a playful grin on her face because she knew what his answer would be.  Once he answered, she found her eyes staring into his as it became her turn.  The wrinkles on his forehead deepened as he returned the silent question earning a little chuckle from her. 

"If no one else will have him, I guess I will keep him." she chuckled earning a bit of a grin, feeling a bit playful on her own, before she grew more serious.  "I know I'm really fucking bad at talking about my feelings, but, I love you, Ranaan Ducote.  You have been my foundation and my home.  Where ever you are, is home."  Blue looked over at Ives a moment and nodded.  "I do."

It was time for rings and all the formalities and what not.  She looked over at Cross and removed one of her hands holding it out to Cross so that he could put the wooden and metal ring into it.  Once the warm metal hit her hand, from Cross' body heat, she closed her first around it to reposition it better in her fingers before she held it up to him. 

"So ... I needed something that would remind you of me.  Something that would stand the test of time, and something that would suit you.  I couldn't find what I wanted down on that fucking planet, even when I went by myself on a non weather station repair job cleverly disguised as a vacation" she teased, earning her the smile she was looking for.  "So I fucking set up a fucking micro-forge and fucking worked my ass off to work the metal, and get it just right.  Then, I found this beautiful piece of wood down on Aldea, and I paired them, and sanded them together for a seamless ring.  It's you, and it's me.  I always think of you as a strong sturdy tree, with your roots heavily thrusting through the ground, unshakable even in the strongest of storms, standing strong against all else.  I know I'm fierce, sharp, rough around the edges... so I thought, in a way, this represented us the best." she stated as she slid the ring into place on his finger, a little bit of a oh-shit moment when it caught on his knuckle but a slight push, and it was home on his finger with a little room to spare.

"Thank you.  For giving me a chance, for seeing the real me, and for bailing me out of the fucking Brig more times than is probably normal." she smirked softly, allowing him to take the spotlight now.

[Lt. JG Alessia Garcia  | Hondartza Luzea Beach | Aldea ] Attn: @Lorelai
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Alessia held Dev and listened to her as she spoke, feeling a mixture of anger and sadness at what her friend had been forced to endure. As if being strapped to a table and having half of her DNA removed was bad enough but to then be drugged and raped on top of it and gave her a gentle squeeze. She had heard about the events that had happened on the ship but Alessia had no idea that something like that had happened, although given everything she had heard about the Savi it certainly didn't surprise her. The fact it had happened to her friend however angered her greatly, but she tempered that anger because it wouldn't help her friend at the moment.

"I'm so sorry Dev, that's awful." she whispered softly, continuing to hold her as she moved the conversation onto her escape, where it seemed that life wasn't done beating her down as she told her about how her sister had died. "Hey no Dev, you didn't kill her, you had no way of knowing what was going to happen and keeping her there by the sounds of it was the safest place she could have been, I probably would have made the same decision if I was in your position." she added, rubbing the woman's back. "And I'm sure your sister wouldn't hold you responsible, nor should you, it was those Savi bastards that are responsible, for everything that happened to you."