Star Trek: Theurgy

Her short blonde hair impervious to being dishevelled, and her face even more angelic when she slept, Rihen Neyah slowly opened her heterochromatic eyes where she lay on her bed - white sheets barely covering her bare body. It took her a couple of seconds to blink and focus upon the face of the person next to her, but when the sight and the memories came to her, her lips spread in a bright smile - the corners of her eyes creasing in delight.

She sat up in the bed, pulling up the corner of her blanket to barely preserve her modesty - done more out of common habit than any need to really cover herself. She ruffled her own hair with her free hand and then covered her mouth when she yawned - smile soon returning afterwards. "Good morning. You fell asleep quite fast after we completed Jamaharon. I trust you were satisfied with my companionship?"

When Rawley woke up with a sour curse, she was only wearing socks, flight boots and someone's unzipped undershirt. She was sitting by the small table in her quarters - feet crossed upon said table - and her neck hurt from sleeping with her head tilted forth. With eyes bleary and a bloody headache reaching as far down as her teeth, she glared around the room and put her feet down - replacing them by her elbows upon the table as she clutched her shaved head. "Fucking hell..."

On the table stood an empty bottle of whiskey, and her panties were lassoed around its neck. The rest of her quarters seemed to be on more of a disarray than usual, and... she wasn't alone. Eyes narrowing to make out who the moving figure was, she cleaned her dry teeth with her tongue so that she could speak without her lips getting stuck. "Hey, what the bloody fuck happened last night?"

Deputy zh'Wann was already in her shower, the water running down her back as she slowly lathered herself up. Her white hair was a wet waterfall down her back, and her antennae were lowered in thought while streams of water poured down her neck.

She was looking down at the drain as a little whirlpool appeared inside it and began sucking up the water coursing down her form. She tried to imagine that the water was actually her fears, doubts, and depression that was going down the drain, allowing the vessel that would be her body to be empty of all. Maybe a few drops here and there, but it'd be gone. Sadly, this could not be. The fact of the pending meeting with the Senior Staff still remained, and the revelation still due.

Ida needed to think her troubles would go down the drain. She knew it was far from the truth, yet she still needed this product of her imagination. She set her hands against the wall of the stall, just staring at the drain as the soap slid down her legs and fell from her body. She let her mind run amok and allowed herself  time to finally think; making the sounds of the water smacking against the floor block out all other sounds in the Galaxy. Everything... besides her thoughts.

She needed to tell Wenn Cinn about her transfer request before the meeting. She owed him nothing, but the Ridgenose still deserved to know ahead of the announcement.

[Deputy zh'Wann,] said Thea's voice over the intercom in the bathroom, [you have a visitor by the door, and it appears you are unable to hear the signals. Shall I tell your visitor to return later?]

Ida's antenna angled down and she hissed between her teeth. "Who is it?"

After being told, she soon stepped out and wrapped a large towel around herself, going to answer the door - her face stony and eyes as sharp as they always were on duty.

Groaning, Soo rolled over. The party had ended hours ago but the pounding in her head hadn't stopped, or even lessened. Inside her fractured mind, she promised to never drink again, which she did every time she had a hangover. She wiped the crust from her brown eyes, and the vicious light that assaulted her made her cringe. Quickly, she closed them again and buried her face in the pillow.

What happened last night? She couldn't remember. After she had a private little time with the Ovri nurse, everything was a blur of music and shots, which had soon turned to complete oblivion. The last thing Soo could remember somewhat clearly was talking to someone - probably not a hologram - at the bar. And then... nothing.

She moaned into the soft pillow. It was time to get something for her headache. She rolled over, and slammed her elbow into a pillow. A pillow that grunted.

Her eyes widened. This is not happening... No bloody way. Slowly, she looked behind her, eyes bleary. Doing so, she also realised that she was as naked as the day she was born. Oh, shit...

As soon as Narik Cinsaj awoke, she knew that she had made a mistake.

The Boslic groaned, the headache she had not being one that you'd get from a simple synthehol drink or two. It wasn't often that she was that drunk but whenever it happened, she'd done something bad. She tried to open her eyes but the light that flooded into the bedroom of her VIP quarters was too bright.

But wait, in her new rooms... the door was on the right side. Drizzt, where am I? She lifted the sheets over her marked forehead, trying to hide from reality... and noticed how crude they felt. They smelled strangely. She had to find out where she was. She tried to open her eyes a second time and looked around, finding out that she, indeed, was not in her new luxurious rooms. She lifted herself up into a sitting position and just then, she noticed that she wasn't wearing anything but a Starfleet undershirt... which certainly wasn't hers. She thought about it for a second; which person that she knew wore the colour of the undershirt? Too many.

She closed her eyes and tried to even her breathing. She stood up, zipped the undershirt to her neck... and walked to the door, opening it and making her way through the Starfleet quarters to find out who she had stayed with during the night.

When she did, Narik leaned against the door frame... feeling extremely awkward.