Skip to main content

  • 2019-04-30: Season 1 has come to an end, and we have just begun to write in the Aldea Prime Anthology between Seasons. Read more in the Main OOC thread!
  • 2019-06-01: Until we've entered the Aldea Prime phase fully, with away missions launched and a means for In-Character recruitment to the hidden ship being set up, recruitment is now closed. This also in regard to Inheritance, not counting Applicants that have already applied for a character. The joining the crew page has been updated accordingly.
  • 2018-12-17: Did you know that you can change the ship displayed on the site in your Look and Layout settings? Pick your favourite ship or warp fighter! You can also add writing requests to your Forum Profile.
  • 2018-12-17: If you check your character page, and click on the Academy Class link at the bottom of the page, you can see who your character went to the Academy with. Perfect for Director's Cut board shenanigans!

Topic: Day 02 [1920 hrs] Sphenopalatine Ganglioneuralgia (Read 57 times) previous topic - next topic

0 Members and 1 Guest are viewing this topic.
Day 02 [1920 hrs] Sphenopalatine Ganglioneuralgia
[ Lt Cmdr Hathev | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy | Aldea ] Attn: @Arista

Hathev was not an individual one might be tempted to classify as 'social'. She had no difficulty interacting with others, of course, and even found a certain satisfaction in the pursuit of rewarding and productive relationships. However she found the process often classed by humans and other similarly indulgent species as 'being social' was one of their dreaded 'passtimes': a pursuit that seemed to be not only unconcerned with its own pointlessness but entirely designed with the pursuit of meaningless in mind. Interaction for its own sake was a frivolous and wasteful practice, a filibustering of one's own time, and not something she would ever personally entertain.

Unfortunately, however, her understanding of human sociology meant she was similarly familiar with the great merit they placed upon appearances. As a newcomer to the vessel, were she to present the appearance of one uninterested in their little culture it might be detrimental to any future working relationships she wished to cultivate, which might in turn have negative affects on her work aboard. Indeed, in their eternal and unfaiing habit of making judgements while lacking any real data, emotional species often entertained their own pre-conceived notions of her as a Vulcan and a counsellor. These were often unflattering and untrue, and if she sought to rectify these judgements too late she would likely find herself quite unable to undo all the damage they had wrought. Thus, though she might have wished it were not so, in these circumstances the dreaded passtime might in fact serve a purpose, and one worth striving to serve.

It had been an extraordinarily long few days and she wished for little more than to spend some time alone in her quarters, studying or reading or pursuing any such similarly useful activity, all the while quite unmolested by company. But she had impressed upon her new assistants the importance of integration, and she would be a poor superior who did not lead by example. And so when she left her office for the day it was not towards her suite that she turned her steps, but rather towards Deck 28, and the establishment known as the Below Decks Lounge.

She had chosen this particular lounge, of all the recreational areas boasted by the Theurgy, because if she was to force herself to engage in this activity she could at least ensure it served more than one purpose the pursuit of which justified the action. She was still interested in observing her new crewmates so as to allow her to draw further conclusions on the general level of psychological health and stability they posessed, and the Below Decks' open doors to those of all stations and ranks would better afford her a meaningful sample size and cross-section of the crew from which to draw in her analyses. The decision to place herself in this particular lounge, however,  was one she almost questioned as she stepped inside, finding the area far larger and with more space allowed for such questionable activities as dancing than she had anticipated. It was fortunate indeed that, presumably, the hour was early enough that even the decadence of the lounge was held in check and instead of appearing as the nightclub it was clearly able to serve as, it was lit and presented more akin to a restaurant or bar; had it been prepared in any other manner she would likely have directed herself elsewhere so as to spare herself that spectacle.

As it was, however, she made her way to a table from which vantage point she could survey the surrounding area. The lounge was hardly busy, although it had enough occupants that she would not be out of place. Moments after she situated herself, she was veritably leapt upon by a gaudily-garbed hologram offering her a beverage; her first instinct was to turn it away, but after calculating the relevant positives and negatives she ordered a glass of wine (Sicilian, red, 1837). To sit alone and without a drink would merely be to draw attention to herself, she posited; better to maintain the appearance of relaxation, as much as could be allowed by her refusal to compromise her ramrod-straight position. She would very much have preferred to be in her quarters; there, at least, it would not have been a pretence, and she could have allowed herself a few precious moments of repose.

Yet she was here, and she would not waste the time and effort taken to reach this point. The glass procured, she sat, sipped, and watched.
  • Last Edit: July 02, 2019, 12:37:06 AM by fiendfall
CPO Morgan Song - Engineering - Chief of Maintenance (V2)
[Show/Hide]

Lt Cmdr Hathev - Counselling - Chief Counsellor
[Show/Hide]

Ensign Inej Avirim - Security - Investigations Officer
[Show/Hide]

Re: Day 02 [1920 hrs] Sphenopalatine Ganglioneuralgia
Reply #1
[ Dr. Silim Parnak |  Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @fiendfall 
[Show/Hide]

"Strange. Aren't they?" Came a voice from behind the Vulcan.

He doubted he would have made her jump; She probably already chose her seat with the knowledge that he was here. Or, at least, would continue the guise of an all-seeing, all-knowing, Vulcan.

Parnak moved himself into view, stepping to be alongside the blue collared officer. He, however, didn't turn to face her. Instead he looked out over the small crowd, idly rotating an ornate, diagonal cut glass tumbler in his hand. Inside a golden, highly viscous liquid swirled as much as it could under the rotational force, betraying it as Kanar.

He barely drank the beverage back on Cardassia, yet here it was that a small semblance of home. Much like the intoxicating company of Ejek. He would grab hold of any slip of familiarity within this bedlam of Federation mediocracy.

"These hominids managed to become the apex predator of their planet, using tools, creating fire, then, in time, they enclosed themselves into metal cans and flung themselves across the galaxy in faster than light velocities." He continued to vocalise his train of thought to the target of his attention. "They preach on their own enlightenment, yet they continue to be drawn to their baser instincts."

Looking down to the Vulcan, he wanted to ensure that she was still listening rather than just tuning out his rambling. He wasn't drunk, just reflective and rhetorical. Once he assessed she wasn't paying him due attention, Parnak indicated to the others, stretching a finger from a hold on his glass.

"Across this universe, creatures barely on the cusp of sentience engage in the same activities. Collecting together in groups, for safety, social traditions or to attempt in fornication. Yet when you call these 'great apes' on this fact, they get on a proverbial high horse." He shrugged, swallowing a small flavour of the beverage he cradled. "How odd."

Mulling over his verbal verbosity, Silim wondered if this was what his lot in life had come to. Accosting others in public places just to hear the sound of his own voice. He missed teaching. Moulding minds and challenging conceptions. Now he only got that when some dared to enter into his allocated workspace. Perhaps he should get an apprentice?
 
"Parnak." He finally said, by way of introduction, pulling himself from his muster. Pausing merely to take a sip of the Kanar, Silim turned to his Vulcan companion and gave a small, joyful smirk. "Doctor Parnak, should you subscribe to the nomenclature of prefixes."

He didn't bother to try to offer her the traditional Vulcan salute. He always struggled to separate his fingers correctly.

Re: Day 02 [1920 hrs] Sphenopalatine Ganglioneuralgia
Reply #2
[ Lt Cmdr Hathev | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy | Aldea ] Attn: @Arista 

The wine was rich and full-bodied, with the barest hint of acidity from the limestone ground upon which the vineyards of its provenance had stood. She had developed a taste for the peculiar human beverage honeymooning in the area, and it had quickly become something of a favourite for the memories it was able to engender, stimulation of the senses being a powerful link to cognitive function as it was. Tonight she had gravitated towards the drink almost without due consideration; it was what she would have chosen to drink had she been alone in her quarters, but here it served as an unnecessary distraction. Still, there was no purpose in wasting such a fine vintage; she drained the glass and sat back, observing the room with a dispassionate gaze.

A movement at her shoulder caused her to glance upwards, irritation itching at her -- most likely the hologram back to bother her once more. She was therefore surprised to find it was no gaudy host but rather a Cardassian civilian, and one who apparently saw fit to share his musings with her. Why he had chosen to impart his thoughts to her in particular she did not know, nor did she particularly appreciate the attention; she was here to fulfill a purpose and she had no interest in diverting it any further. She had come here to see and be seen, not to engage on an interpersonal level -- and certainly not to interact with civilians.

As an officer she owed him nothing, a man of a species repugnant in its violence and without even the uniform of Starfleet to command respect; however she understood enough of human laws of decorum to realise simply dismissing him would be an error on her part. He was clearly a guest aboard this vessel, and as such she was forced to treat him in a manner befitting his status. Unfortunate though it was, she hoped at least it could be turned to her advantage. She had wished to be seen as attempting cordiality, and this certainly was an opportunity to present as such. There was also perhaps something to be said for speaking to a civilian: the man's slight detachment from the crew might lend him a certain perspective on them not otherwise afforded to those within the group.

She leaned back slightly, positioning herself to better regard him as he spoke. His observations on humanity were basic but correct -- refreshingly so for one who had been thoroughly surrounded by the homo sapiens as Hathev had recently been. Her analyses had been swaddled these last few days, and she had been declawed in her attempts to mollify the humans she was to work alongside. To hear another speak so candidly on their nature was novel, especially one with the academic timbre the Cardassian boasted. If Lieutenant Ejek reminded Hathev of her early years as a counsellor, there was something in this man's musings that reminded her of her years as a professor at the Academy.

When his name was proffered, she nodded slightly in acceptance, raising a salute in greeting. 'Hathev,' she replied. 'Of your sister profession.' His erudite aspect was explained by his title; medical studies were the most intensive any could pursue, and required a sharp and scholarly mind. 'Sit, if you wish,' she said, motioning slightly to the empty seat across from her.

She regarded him with veiled curiosity. 'You have an astute eye. Humans have been the study of my life's work and yet their inner workings continue to elude me. There is little logical to them, barely above the beasts as they are; it is little wonder they struggle so.'
CPO Morgan Song - Engineering - Chief of Maintenance (V2)
[Show/Hide]

Lt Cmdr Hathev - Counselling - Chief Counsellor
[Show/Hide]

Ensign Inej Avirim - Security - Investigations Officer
[Show/Hide]