The Officers's Club on Starbase 21 is a series of large rooms with bars, low couches and booths along the wall. A large hologram of Captain Bradron McCurvey's famous Constitution class USS Excalibur NCC-1705-A hangs over the centre of the room, and low music plays. Everyone but Lieutenant Anderson is there, and Lieutenant Tal is subject to a few Klingons calling out "Hail the Killer Targ!". Seth, who is walking right behind Tal, mutters, "No nut-shots." M'Rel snickers but does not comment.

As the group is seated at their table, Mac arrives. He is most definitely not in uniform, dressed in a kilt with a baldric over one shoulder. He is smoking a pipe, something rarely seen in Starfleet facilities.

A server comes over and addresses the group, "What'll it be, folks? Tal, I know you will have a large Blood-wine. Kramar and his crew have sent one over." She sets the distinctive Klingon goblet before him.

"If everyone can metabolize it," Mac stepped in, "I'd like to suggest a type of wine popular in Earth celebrations called 'champagne.' It's weak as water, but the carbon dioxide content is quite exclamatory."

"And I think congratulations and celebrations are in order for our first days as full crews of the Kitchissippi and Cuyahoga, may the ground ever be beneath our feet and the sky-lightning ever raining upon our foes, forever and ever," he explained with a wide grin, using his strange gray and white pipe to pip the words of the recited prayer.

Gian nods appreciatively at the poem. With a glance at the server, he adds, "Saurian brandy."

In reply to Gian Seingalt (msg # 3):

Sosal says to Gian, "Ah, a good choice! It's from my home planet, you know. And for me as well," he says to the server. When it arrives, he takes a sip. "Ah, that hits the spot. Not the best year, but eminently serviceable."

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 1):

"What beers do you have on tap?" asks Talja. The server hands her a PADD with the beer list, and Talja orders a brew.

In reply to Mac Anderson (msg # 2):

Seth answers Mac's invitation, "I'll have some champagne. It's very similar to a Bajoran wine from Dahkur Province, where I come from. Say, that's an interesting garb you're wearing. Is there some significance?" He brushes his Bajoran earring in emphasis.

Lieutenant Rai watches the jocular exchanges going on around her. It would seem that the spirit of James Kirk was still alive and well in Starfleet, for better or worse. She takes her seat amongst the new crew members.

She bristles visibly when Anderson concludes his toast. It was in poor taste, coming on the heels of the Dominion Wars. After years of seeing the galaxy divided in terms of friend and foe, hearing about friends who would not be returning to their families, she was eager to see Starfleet resume it's original purpose. That, combined with the smoking, does nothing to improve her opinion of the lieutenant.

" Just water for me," She says, concerned that alcohol or even synthehol might lead to her saying something inadvisable.

In reply to Prashanthi Rai (msg # 7):

Leiliri looks at Prashanthi, with mild concern on her face. She leans close and murmurs so that only Rai can hear her, "Is there something wrong, Lieutenant?"

Mac pulled at the baldric to display it to Lieutenant Bern before answering.

"It's my 'savage Xenexian clan gear.' Very serious stuff - I decided to forgo the sword that goes with it. Even thirty years ago wearing this in public would have gotten your whole family killed, down to the last newborn child. The Danteri were monsters, and they turned us more so. Three hundred years ago my ancestors lived in castles and huts with dirt floors and only a basic understanding of electricity. By the time we overthrew the Danteri and made our case to the Federation we were still living in castles and huts with dirt floors for the most part - but we had homemade attack craft with modern gravitics and were killing the Danteri with disruptors we made in deep tunnels we'd carved into our mountains."

He frowned.

"Slightly before my time, of course. By a few years," he explained, embarrassed. "There's no glory except living on Xenex now, what's left of my people trying to clean away the ravages of the past."

"But we can't forget the past either, it speaks to our future," he shrugged. "So... I'm wearing it to remind myself of my past as I congratulate the success of the present. I'll never make peace with a filthy Danteri, but I can accept the Federation's peace for the sake of my people?" he leveled his hands, weighing before shrugging again.

"Anyways, we've got a saying on Xenex, 'The mind a temple, in hand a sword.' It's not just about fighting, we keep our 'savage dress' alive to remind us that it's not just about warp equations and installing replicators on the estates still. But it's not not about all that either... That's the reward. The cost was..." he sighed, finally a bit lost for words.

"Well, too high... too high. We're forged now. I fought my first duel when I was fourteen. My people... we've got difficulties giving up the fight. It's stayed with us."

"So... I suppose it's part of a rather complicated personal message I like to remind myself of occasionally regarding my people." He chuckled. "Now you're sorry you asked. Let's forget I said anything and just get drunk," he said grinning.

In reply to Mac Anderson (msg # 9):

Shione makes a stop at the bar on her way in and arrives at the table with two large pitchers and a waitress with a dozen glasses

"I'll try your champagne,but you need to try this" and she pours a tall glass of a thick amber liquid and slides in from of Lt Anderson.

It's one of the favored drinks of a human warrior culture that also wore garb much like yours,Lt.
It's called Stout and guaranteed to put hair on your chest." she adds grinning

They were called "Scots" I think.I study warrior cultures as a hobby,but it's been a while since I read about them,but they did have great brewers.

Anyone interested in it or the Ale in the other pitcher ,help yourself" as she pours herself a tall glass of the ale.

The hairy lieutenant looked down at his chest doubtfully.

"Lieutenant, I'm afraid that kite's long in the wind already. I'm afraid if I became any more hirsute I'd have to wear a Mugato horn."

He sipped the stout doubtfully, then held it appraisingly at arm's length.

"Not up to the eye-watering standards of a proper Xenexian brew... but half of those would strip the color from your uniform and the other half are bog horrid anyways. Except for the stuff we brewed for export to the Danteri, the occupation was a terrible time for foodstuffs. I swear, one of the very best things about the Academy was discovering all of the wonderful things to eat and drink from all over the galaxy. I must have logged twice as many hours in the gym as everyone else, just to keep in shape!"

"Alas, proud Xenexians: We're fine at fighting but terrible cooks."

In reply to Mac Anderson (msg # 11):

Shione chuckles at Mac's "Hairy" remark"Do me a favor and allow me to take your word on that"

As she talks she pours another glass of ale and slides it over to Lt.Groen"Here Talja,try a swig of this while you're waiting.It has a nice robust flavour.

Lt Rai,are you sure I can't interest you in a glass?It's perfect for sipping and doesn't have much of a kick to it"

In reply to Shione (msg # 12):

"Thank you, but no. I do not like this 'stout'. I much prefer Bavarian brews."

In reply to Ensign Talja Groen (msg # 13):

"No worries,but I wasn't offering you the Stout,just the Ale I'm drinking"

She winks conspiratorially at Talja"I don't think either of us would look good with hairy chests"

In reply to Shione (msg # 14):

<giggle> "You are right. We would look like our Caitian comrades, I think. But maybe you would like to try some Weissbier." The beer in her glass actually looks quite a bit like  Mac's champagne.

In reply to Shione (msg # 12):

" It's nothing," Rai lies baldfacedly to Lieutenant Leiliri. She sits stony faced, sipping her water through pursed lips.

Upon Shione's offer, Rai's facade cracks, and she can't help but let a few choice words slip.

" Thank you, Lieutenant, but I'm afraid I haven't the stomach for alcohol tonight. Nor indeed for killer targs, hunting animals for sport, or smiting my foes with sky-lightning."

Realizing she's said too much, Rai stands, straightens her uniform and addresses her commanding officer.

" Apologies, Lieutenant Dul, I'm afraid I'm not feeling very well. I think it's time for me to call it a night."

In reply to Prashanthi Rai (msg # 16):

"Well, have a good evening. Do have something to eat before you hit the bed, Lieutenant," M'Rel says as she leaves. "As should we all. Who's for pizza?" he asks.

A furry head pops out from behind the doorway. "Hah! You said my middle name!" - The voice comes from a strange creature about the height of Tal, covered in dark yellow-tan fur. The face which adorns the head of the odd-looking alien has a long snout with nostrils on the end of the velvety nose and a shock of unruly hair between a pair of donkey-like ears. Strangest of all is the complete lack of eyes beneath the bristly brows, although the being moves as if it can see. "Hey, who're your friends?"

In reply to Lt. Commander M'Rel (msg # 17):

Tal groans. "You don't have a middle name." To M'rel he snaps, "You had to mention the one word capable of summoning him, didn't you?"

In reply to Lieutenant (j.g.) Tal (msg # 18):

Bern sighs, "Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce Gurrrps." The name sounds more or less like an extended belch. "He seems to have adopted us and follows us around. Gurrrps, I thought we left you back at Freeman's Island."

In reply to Lieutenant (j.g.) Seth Bern (msg # 19):

"Hiya! Pleased ta meet'cha. So where's the pizza? Deep-dish double anchovy for me!" The odd creature has an overly familiar manner that makes M'Rel seem positively shy by contrast. He wears no clothing over his furry form and alternates between bipedal and quadrupedal means of walking. He grabs a flute of champagne and gulps it down, the sneezes violently. "Ooooh, bubbly!" he sniffs.

[OOC Gurrrps somewhat resembles the character ALF from 1990's TV, with the exception of eyes. He has the same loud vocal mannerisms.]

In reply to Ensign Sosal (msg # 4):

"I picked up a taste for it my first year on the Ackerman," Gian tells the Saurian. "The Centauran alcohol industry never really recovered after we started trading with Earth, so we don't have anything like this back home."

Lieutenant Rai strides out of the lounge, too wound up to even attempt to feign politeness. She stalks the halls of the starbase, ruminating. Is this what Starfleet has become? she wonders, ruefully. Brutes and cowboys, making a game out of violence and bloodshed? Have we still not moved beyond this? Perhaps the Dominion won and we haven't even noticed. Destroyed our way of life, torn down the ideals which we have worked so hard to exemplify. Her heart is near beating out of her chest and, ironically, she feels the need to punch something.

At times like this she realizes how much she misses her dad. She can imagine him in his cottage in Wheatley, sitting by the fireplace going on about how the great philosopher So-And-So might have said something relevant about this or that, and suddenly whatever had gotten her in such a twist would all of a sudden start to make sense in the grander scheme. She considers hailing him on hyperchannel, but if he's not asleep, then he's preparing the syllabus for the spring semester.

She instead finds her way to the nearest holodeck. She's been so buried in preparation for her new posting that she's had scarce time for recreation, and she's got some allotted time built up. She finds a vacant deck and steps inside. The Human species has seen periods of conflict, strife and turmoil before, and it's always transcended tragedy to build a brighter tomorrow.

" Computer, run program Rai-1968," she says. All around her, the sights and sounds of a packed Wembley Stadium materialize, with her on an empty stage. To her right is a fretless bass, perched upright on a metal stand.

" Computer, replace bass with a Gibson EB-3, scaled to 90% size."

Slinging the instrument over her shoulder, she ponders the empty stage.

" Vocals, Mick Jagger. Lead guitar, Lou Reed. Drums, Keith Moon."

The three luminaries of classic rock and roll materialize around her, instruments at the ready.

" Alright gentlemen, All Along The Watchtower, on four. One, two, three..."

In reply to Gian Seingalt (msg # 21):

"But I thought Alpha Centauri was a Human colony..." Sosal seems puzzled.
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In reply to Prashanthi Rai (msg # 22):

Leiliri stands and says, "If you'll all excuse me, I have something to attend to..." She speaks briefly to a server, collects a small package and leaves the O-Club.

Several moments later, Rai is interrupted by soft applause from the wings. Standing there is Leiliri, a covered plate in her right hand. "I'm sorry to intrude. You're very talented. Bern - Lieutenant Seth - is also quite interested in mid-20^th century popular music." She lifts the cover on the plate and reveals a number of small triangular pastries. "I took the liberty of bringing some... er, 'comfort food'. I believe these are popular in your culture," and passes her a samosa.

She settles a buttock on a stool at the edge of the stage. "I must apologise for my comrades. They are sometimes a little self-absorbed and fail to see what is right before them. I did not mean to 'peep', but your mental radiation was overwhelming. You were distressed by our companions attitudes. Would you like to 'take a load off', as they say?" The samosas smell like a touch of home.

In reply to Lieutenant (jg) Aquaal Leiliri (msg # 24):

" Computer, remove audience and musicians," Rai says. The stadium is suddenly vacant, save for her and Leiliri.

" I've been in Starfleet nearly my entire adult life. I joined because I believed in its foundational principles; I still do. Discovery, the promotion of peace and diplomacy, the promise of progress. My first posting was to the Cochrane. It was an Oberth-class science vessel, with a smallish crew. We were tasked with conducting planetary surveys to help relocate a species on the verge of extinction. It was noble work."

" Years later, the Dominion comes pouring out of the Bajoran wormhole, and that modest little science vessel is drafted into military service. I'd transferred to Starbase 21 by then, but many people I'd come to see as friends had stayed on. Time after time, engagement after engagement, the Cochrane flew into the breach, and time after time it limped back to port with fewer and fewer crew than it had left with."

" So perhaps you can appreciate why I don't take well to casual talk of violence."

In reply to Prashanthi Rai (msg # 25):

"I am truly sorry for your losses. On the other hand, we all react differently to loss. I can't speak for Mac, who comes from a violent society where war is the norm, but as for the crew of the Lena, we too have lost friends and colleagues. Seth himself died in the Kapecki attack but Dr. Adonidas managed to revive him before permanent brain damage was done. Much of this banter is to mask pain - to numb it. Trust me, they do not take death lightly. You Humans have a saying, 'Laughing in the face of Death'. This is what they are doing, and it is not meant to trivialise suffering, but to blunt what a great Terran poet called 'Death's sting'." She nibbles delicately at a samosa. "Think of it as a celebration of Life over Death. I know that won't remove the hurt of your loss, but it may soothe it." She gives a small smile and continues, "Besides, sometimes I think it's a side effect of testosterone poisoning - from a medical point of view, of course. If you'd like, I'll leave you to your music and thoughts."

She stands and calls, "Computer: arch."

Arriving on time and in her uniform, Cassy fortunately doesn't stand out in the crowd.   Then when Max suggests Champagne?  An earth drink.   After an unfortunate accident with Jalara Fire  she's generally avoided all alcoholic beverages (even synthahol as it has the same effect on her mind!) When called to toast, she does so, joining in though never actually drinking despite raising her glass to her lips.

At Prashanthi Rai's (rather small) outburst, Cassy will simply watch things unfold and as the Lieutenant makes her excuses, she'll nod and offer her a small smile.  While Cassy can't be sure, telling the truth would have been preferred to making an excuse but then keeping the peace between the team members would always be a delicate thing, "Sleep well Lieutenant.  I'll see you in the morning."   She does keep an an eye on the woman as she strides away and makes a mental note to speak to her later.

"Oh, it's not nearly that simple, my Saurian friend," Gian replies, taking a sip of his drink. "We're very much alike, they and we, and it's hard to tell us apart without a tricorder. Humans began to arrive in droves around the end of their 21st Century, and it seemed like they brought the entirety of their culture with them.

"Today, humans make up more than a third of our population, and, when you have folks like Zephram Cochrane and James T. Kirk* calling Centaurus 'home,' it's easy to forget real Centaurans exist."

* As depicted Crisis on Centaurus

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 26):

Rai turns to Leiliri as she's leaving.

" Lieutenant," she calls out.

" Meat or vegetable?" she inquires, holding up the uneaten samosa.

In reply to Prashanthi Rai (msg # 29):

"Vegetable - peas and potatoes. I try to err on the safe side."
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In reply to Cassiadora (msg # 27):

Cassy notes Shione also watches Lt Rai leave,then gets up and moves to take a seat next to her

PM <Cassy?Please apologize to Lt Rai for me.I simply tried to make her feel more at ease ,but somehow managed to upset her!>

"You're not drinking I see.,it was a statement,not a question
I just sip a beer to avoid offending anyone.Never did exactly learn what attraction "Getting Wasted" has for some people.Stress relief I guess.

PM< I'd like to talk with you after we're done here if you have 5 or 10 minutes?>

Shione then continues small talk with those still at the table,but Cassy can see that she's still on her first beer even when the meal is finished

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 30):

Rai smiles, gratefully.

" I don't try to be difficult. I really don't. But I live by certain principles, and they are not subject to compromise. I've earned a reputation for being a bit contentious, and maybe that's deserved. But the reason I hold myself and others to a high standard is because I truly believe that we have the potential, and the responsibility, to be better. I hope you can respect that."

In reply to Prashanthi Rai (msg # 32):

"Oh, I do, believe me. On the other hand, not all of us can walk the same path. I do my best to live up to my own standards and let others do the same. You must do as you see fit. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'll be there for you. I pray you can come to terms with the others.

"So, I take it that you're a pacifist by inclination?"

As Gian chats with the others, he is minding the time (and making sure he paces himself...no need to be tipsy at 1900).
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In reply to Relic GM (msg # 33):

Rai grins.

" Growing up the child of a philosopher and a nature conservationist, you learn something about the value of life. That's not to say I oppose violence under all circumstances; better minds than mine have parsed the concept of just war for thousands of years on my world, and I recognize the necessity of being ready and willing to use force when all other options have been exhausted. But I also believe that, when the fight is over, it's time to put the damned phaser away."

Cassy gives Shione a a smile as she slides up next to her.   <"I will.  I'm not sure exactly what upset her but leaving the situation was her solution and we must respect that.">

"Duty...."  As if that's a suitable answer but considering she is still wearing her uniform it explains much.  "I'm sure they enjoy it or they'd not continue.   Maybe you can ask Lieutenant Gian?  He seems to like it."

<"What is the matter?">

In reply to Cassiadora (msg # 36):

 <Just a couple of matters related to Betazed and .....I'd rather talk privately.This environment isn't conducive to such a conversation> and yes Cassy senses some embarrassment and a touch of shame from Shione,which doesn't show on her face and is quickly controlled

"I'm not suggesting we leave now,but I think it's better spoken of privately"

In reply to Prashanthi Rai (msg # 35):

"I respect and admire your feelings. I'll leave you to your concert. Be well." With a smile and a wave, Leiliri exits the Holodeck.

She returns to the O-Club after her short absence. She takes a seat and orders a mineral water, four degrees Celsius, and says, "Lieutenant Rai is somewhat distressed by your martial fervour. She feels, whith no little justification, that it is time to put the War behind us. I must say, I sympathise with her views. Fighting for mutual protection is all well and good when needs must, but Starfleet is founded on the basis of peaceful exploration."

Passing by to grab something to eat, Gian hears his name. "Enjoy what?" he asks pleasantly.

"A drink, Lieutenant Gian.   Shione was asking about the 'practice' and I suggested she ask you about the finer points.  You seem to enjoy yours."  There is no teasing in her words, simply an acceptance that Gian is clearly far more knowledgeable on the subject of alcohol than she!

In reply to Cassiadora (msg # 40):

[Private to Cassy<Thank you.Just let me know when you are ready to go> Cassy feels a sense of relief and gratitude]

"Yes Gian.I just never understood the attraction of drinking until you're wasted.The lack of self control would be uncomfortable for me"

The engineer looks down at the half-empty drink in his hand. "Well...personally, I really only drink for taste; not for the alcohol...not that I'd touch synthehol with a 3 meter pole.

"I've been drunk before, but I don't really enjoy it. I like to remain in control of my faculties -- you do fewer stupid things that way," he adds with a grin.

Mac raised an eyebrow at the implicit chastisement, but otherwise ignored it. People from the older Federation worlds had a tendency to think that they alone dictated the definitions of society, but so be it. So did the Danteri.
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In reply to Relic GM (msg # 38):

As the impromptu party goes on, more and more people finish their drinks and food and leave. Gian notices that it is now 1830 and that he has about a half hour to clean up and change for his drink with Lieutenant Adler.

[OOC - I'd like to wrap the evening up tomorrow and start on the trip to Dyson Base on Monday.]

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 44):

OOC: That suits me fine. Rai was just planning to rehearse for a bit more and turn in early.

Gian excuses himself from the gathering, returning to his quarters for a change to civilian clothes and a dab of a little smell good. He's back in the O-Club with five minutes to spare; he finds a place to sit and looks for Cynthia.

The Caitian had arrived at the party and immediately did his best to blend into the background. He had never been quite comfortable with the human idea of a 'party'. He didn't quite consider it a waste of time, but he'd much rather be investigating Dyson already.

In reply to Gian Seingalt (msg # 46):

Argent is just about to leave when Gian comes back in, wearing civilian clothes. Shortly afterward, the staff Lieutenant enters and joins him.

Lieutenant (junior grade) Cynthia Adler arrives at about 2 minutes after 1900 hours, looking fresh and dressed in a light green summer dress. She looks around and, spotting Gian, heads over. "Hi, there. Been waiting long?"
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Cassy nods her thanks to Gian for his 'explanation' of alcohol and will continue to socialise as the gathering fades.  As folk start leaving, Cassy will gesture to Shione before heading off....
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Eventually drinking alone at the table just invited looks. He grabbed a bottle and headed to his room softly humming a jaunty tune from the occupation to keep the ghosts at bay.

In reply to Cassiadora (msg # 49):

[Private to Cassy<Let's find somewhere quiet>

OOC Agreed

Argent still didn't quite understand the humans' idea of a party; to him, a party involved science somehow. So he sat there and watched with amusement the antics of the other people at the party, even though he was pretty sure he really didn't understand half of what he observed.

Eventually the party wound down, and people began to leave.

He couldn't help wondering if the party had accomplished what it was supposed to do. At least there hadn't been any fights.

He also wondered what the etiquette was for the last person to leave... he decided to wait and see, even if that meant he'd be the last one to do so.

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 48):

"Not long at all," he says, standing as she approaches. "I only just got here, myself. What can I get you?"

As the pair sits together, he motions over a server to take their order.

In reply to Gian Seingalt (msg # 53):

[OOC - We'll handle this here, in tandem with the thread on the transit to Dyson Base.]

She sits across from Gian and says, "Sorry I'm late, but I had a few last-minute details to handle at the office. I'll have an Algolian Fizz." She smiles brightly. "Glad you didn't have to wait too long. So, are you exited about your new assignment? How are you getting along with your crewmates?"

"I'll have the Slusho mix," he adds. To her question, Gian replies, "I'm looking forward to it. The crew seems to be a fine bunch, from what I've seen so far. It'll be a different dynamic, though; my two ships were a Nebula and an Olympic. It'll be interesting.

"Have you ever worked a Danube?"

Some code correction by RelicGM
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In reply to Gian Seingalt (msg # 55):

Cynthia replies, "No, I've had a familiarisation course, but I've never been assigned to one. I did a tour on the USS Venture, a Galaxy class Explorer, as relief CONN officer, and I've got my eye on the centre seat of one someday." She sips her drink. "Which Nebula were you on?"

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 56):

"The Ackerman," he answers. "Good ship, though we spent my entire time aboard trying to work all the bugs out of a refit; nothing like an extended shakedown cruise in the middle of the war.

"The Venture, eh? She saw a lot of action the last couple of years; I remember seeing her name in a bunch of op reports."

In reply to Gian Seingalt (msg # 57):

She sighs. "Yes, we were in the final battle at Cardassia Prime. That was a messy one. The Venture was command ship for a wing of four Galaxy class ships. We lost Captain Rickover in that battle. But enough about the war - I just want to focus on the future."

She shakes her head as if to dislodge the memories. "The Dyson Sphere is a big deal, now that the war is over. They've been doing a lot of expansion to the mission. You could do worse for an assignment."

"Just the engineering implications alone make it a prime assignment; I'm surprised the Corps of Engineers didn't just take over the whole thing," Gian quips. "The opportunities to improve artificial habitat and starbase construction technology are tremendous."

He pauses when the server returns with their drinks. He takes a sip of his as a grin starts to form on his lips. "Really, there's something for everyone to do there -- engineers, diplomats, spooks, tactical officers -- it's like the Triangle Sector in a shell. All we need is a bunch of shady Orion merchants, and we'd be set."

Another sip, gauging the woman before him. Bucking for command, eh? he thinks. "So, focus on the future; how long are you looking to make your flag aide bones here? Long enough to use it to work a choice assignment -- and do you think a Galaxy is still 'choice,' with Akiras and Sovereigns stealing the spotlight recently?"

In reply to Gian Seingalt (msg # 59):

She snorts. "The Akiras are only big news because of the War, and the Sovereigns aren't really Explorers and are much smaller than the Galaxy class. I hear big things for a refit of the Galaxys as well - a third nacelle and much better defensive systems. I'd settle for a Sovereign but I'd rather have a Galaxy, hands down."

In reply to Relic GM (msg # 60):

A third...? Preposterous! There's a reason they only produced a few twin-coil nacelle designs.

Gian doesn't let his inner warp-design snob out, in expression or word; he has a goal for the evening, and certainly doesn't need to argue with his date about the obvious design flaws inherent when two warp coils are crammed so close together.

"The Galaxy is one of those designs that deserve their reputation and a chance at longevity, like the Excelsior," he affirms. "I like that you have a favorite."
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OOC: Shall we shorten this to a Charm (Seduction) test to resolve the evening?

In reply to Gian Seingalt (msg # 62):

Sure. Note that the Dice Roller does not take difficulty into accout and interprets a 1 on the Drama Die as an automatic critical failure, so click on Record Each Die so I can see the raw die rolls to judge your success/failure.

OOC: 09:09, Today: Gian Seingalt rolled 10 using the Last Unicorn system with 4d6+4 (a dramatic failure) with rolls of {1}, 4, 4, 6.  Gian Charm: Seduction (Presence+Empathy).

Well, that doesn't bode well for the evening...he succeeded, but she developed feelings for him?

Cynthia: "Gian, I think I love you."

Gian: "That's weird."

Cynthia: "Lights. Did you just say 'that's weird'? Don't you love me, too?"

;)

In reply to Gian Seingalt (msg # 64):

Well, Gian has succeeded. She doesn't say those three words, but she does invite him  back to her quarters. Fade to back, cue violins... Use your imagination.