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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Did you just play the scuttlebutt card?!?!
Nicely done, Boo Boo! 
Will have some replies up at some point today.
Posted on 2016-11-18 at 07:08:03.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Sweet!
Looking forward to it!
I think I've managed to get Alex untangled from the mess in my attic that caused me problems with that last post.... and, in the process, got some other ideas stirred up, to boot. 
Posted on 2016-11-18 at 07:06:15.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: For sure...
...I'll have Megan see if we're anywhere near Orion. Maybe we can swing by on our way to Gamera and pick Silas up one of those green chicks! 
P.S. Tag noted! I'll get a reply going soon.
Posted on 2016-11-17 at 12:54:55.
Edited on 2016-11-17 at 12:56:37 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Awww...
...now we feel as if Silas needs a hug!
Nice post, boss! Tochi's kind of hoping for a terribly boring and uneventful shift, as well!
Posted on 2016-11-17 at 12:22:05.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Oops!
Guess I should have checked the QA first... just posted Tochi's interception of Chief Cook's call. If you'd prefer to handle it, yourself, mon capitan, feel free to delete.
Posted on 2016-11-17 at 11:50:44.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Interception
Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday 42138.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 1 - Bridge - 14:43
Aside from taking the chair ahead of schedule and the sight of Megan sitting at the CONN Lt Zai's command shift had started much like any other, with the minutiae of administration. The console at his right hand was awash with performance reviews requiring his attention, reports and briefs from various department heads, and, of course, the personnel file of one Petty Officer First Class Lauren Crane,
Ironic that we served as her advocate for the proceedings, he muses, but, as First Officer, it falls to us to update her service record.
,One finger hovers over the file's icon as the XO debates over whether to make the updates, now, just to get it out of the way, or, instead, set it aside for later in the shift. A stifled yawn escapes his lips in the form of a sigh, then, and his hand drifts away from the console to rub at his eyes.
"Mister Owen," he calls, leaning forward in the chair a bit.
"Sir?"
"Heading and velocity, please."
"On course fer the Gamera system, sir," the tiny woman grins over her shoulder, following a quick review of her console, "Heading; two-three-one mark seven-three at warp five. ETA thirty-three hours, twenty minutes."
"Very good," he nods, prepared to quiz her further,
=/=Chief Cook to Captain Drake.=/= The woman's tone is flat and serious.
,Tochi's gaze drifts away from Megan, toward the door to Drake's ready room, as he settles back in the chair, again, and taps at the console on his right, intercepting the nurse's hail. "Captain Drake is currently unavailable, Chief," he informs her, "Is there something we can do for you?"
=/=Sir,=/= there is a brief hesitation before the woman continues, =/=I understand that PO Crane was sentenced to 3 days in the Brig on a bread and water restriction.=/=
"She was," Zai replies simply. The Mast ended not fifteen minutes ago, he thinks, and, it would seem, details of Lauren's punishment have already made their way through the ship even before they have been properly recorded. We'll need to arrange a briefing to discuss tact and discretion, it seems.
=/=Sir, per Starfleet Medical Regulation 927.6 any prisoner restricted to bread and water must have their medical condition established at the beginning of the confinement as well as after each 24 hours, and at their release,=/= Dana pauses to take a breath, =/=I request your permission to examine PO Crane now, and each 24 hrs while she is confined in the Brig and to certify her fitness prior to her return to due.=/=
"We are aware of that regulation, Chief," Lt Zai replies, tapping the console, now, to open the file he'd hesitated over just moments ago,"and, the moment Mr Crane's files have been updated, per regulation, Medical will be provided access. However, as the Captain's Mast ended only twenty some odd minutes ago, those updates have yet to be processed. Might we ask, Chief Cook, precisely how you've come to be made aware of the results so quickly?"
Posted on 2016-11-17 at 11:49:16.
Edited on 2016-11-17 at 11:58:50 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Right?
Started a post last night but things went sideways around here before I could finish. Just got all my work related "have-to-do's" taken care of, though, and, once I poke some food down my neck hole, I'll get back to writing. Shouldn't be too much longer.
Posted on 2016-11-17 at 09:51:16.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Get a cabin... LOL
I already have a call into Engineering about a reconfiguration, donchaknow?
If you and Olan don't mind, I can have Tochi field the call from Cookie. Timeframe of your post matches up with the XO being on the bridge and, I figure, he could easily intercept. Stand by and I'll have something soon.
Posted on 2016-11-16 at 14:13:14.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Yup, yup...
...flirtation, more flirtation, and reporting for duty.
Made an assumption in the last bit the Berk was sitting in at command as I imagine Drake was likely in his ready room fuming or something. If otherwise, of course, let me know and I'll edit as appropriate.
Posted on 2016-11-16 at 11:19:30.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: More lunch|A scene following the Captain's Mast|Reporting to the bridge
Stardate 2365.02.09
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Observation Lounge "The Aerie" - 13:04
Tochi shakes his head and chuckles again, reluctant to lift his eyes to the sapphire-blue ones awaiting them across the table; but he does so anyway and, along with the glance, he offers a marginally contrite shrug. "We've only just met, Asovil," he says, absently spinning the cup between his hands, "and I don't want to force anything but, as Tam has seen fit to interject the topic before I could allow it to come up naturally," he lifts the cup, tipping it to his lips as if the swallow of caff will somehow make his confession easier. ",Yes," he says before his eyes fix to her's again, "I find you beyond intriguing and would like to pursue this to wherever it may lead."
The Trill's smile, somehow roguish even in its sincerity, hangs on the Andorian woman's reaction to his admission. While every word and every implied sentiment of it had been true, this was not how or when Tochi would have preferred to have it brought to light, They had only just met, after all, and had scarcely gotten to scratch at the surface of getting to know one another.Ideally, he might have preferred to simply nurture the initial attraction he had felt, cultivate the fruits of the occasional shared meal or passing conversation, and, over a span of days or weeks (most certaintly not hours) he would have finally conceded his feelings, and in a much more romantic air than the observation lounge, As it was, though, between a Betazoid's empathy, an Andorian's analytical prowess, and a tired Trill's unchecked tongue, there had been no sense in even trying to deny the pull he felt toward Asovil Sh'iraolnas and, for good or ill, had seen fit to lay the proverbial cards on the table. All he could do, now, was hope for good, and remind himself to breathe.
"Then it's decided," the willowy scientist says, setting her mug before her and raising her slender white brows in a coquettish manner that frees the XO's smile from where it had hesitated, "We shall give the crew reason to scuttlebutt."
Tochi's heart pounds out a trip-hammer rhythm as he beams across the table at her and, now, the hope is that the happily relieved sigh that just exploded in his mind hadn't crossed his lips. Several responses, many of them but single words, good, wonderful, fantastic, flash through his thoughts and play on his tongue, but few of them seem to be precisely appropriate and none come close to being capable of expressing his elation at her words. For the first time in, we have no idea how long, the Trill finds himself at a complet loss for words and can do little else other than smile. As he wrestles with his own exhilaration, likely grinning like a youngling who has asked their first crush on a walk along the Tenaran Ice Cliffs, Asovil seems to overcome whatever trepidation this moment has stirred in her in these past moments and, reaches out a pair of fingers that rest lightly on his hand.
"Are you going to act as Chief Crane's advocate, Tochi," she asks, her words like music in his ears despite the nature of the question and he is almost distracted by the stirring her light touch evokes in him as she continues, "I fear that it is really a rather cut and wry situation and there won't be much of an opportunity to offer a defense. Were Chief Crane on board an Andorian Cruiser, her fate would have been sealed the moment the reports were submitted and an Ushaan would be the results."
"I am," he nods, resisting the temptation to turn his hand over and entwine her fingers in his. Asovil's sudden transition to work details, in this moment, is a bit awkward given where his thoughts had just been but, despite the ungainliness of the change in topic, Tochi can't help but be grateful for it. At the very least it frees his tongue enough that words can flow smoothly across the once more. "Lt Lasad would have been Chief Crane's other option and, as he didn't come aboard much sooner than you did, we wouldn't have felt right leaving her defense, wanting as it may be, left in the hands of someone who wasn't, at least, familiar with her."
His eyes finally let go of hers and fall to the center of the table where her fingers grace the back of his hand and he lets go of his reluctance, turning that hand over, capturing the slender blue fingers in his palm, and silkily stroking a thumb along their length before he forces the hand to withdraw and occupy itself with the mug of katheka, instead. "You're right, of course," he adds, his fingers curling around the mug and lifting it inpreparartion for a sip, "Mister Crane's fate is as much sealed where this proceeding is concerned as she might be were she to fight the Ushaan with Captain Drake.
His gaze returns to hers, once more, regarding her over the rim of the mug as he offers a marginal shrug and a smile before indulging in a sip. "That said," he offers, returning the mug to the table, "we wouldn't be honoring our duties as either XO or advocate if we didn't, at the very least, try to muster something, if not a defense, then something by way of an explanation, anyway.
We spoke, at length, with Petty Officer Crane, this morning," Tochi continues, "and she is painfully aware of what her transgression is likely to cost her. Aware, too, that, had it been revealed before we left Starbase One-eighteen, she would likely not have the ‘luxury' of the NJP that is being afforded her. The consequences of her actions will likely not be as severe as they might be were she expected to take an ushaan-tor into single combat against Silas but," the Trill shrugs again ",hopefully, death won't be a remote possibility."
Tochi indulges in another taste of the katheka and, then, regards his lunch date curiously; "Does it bother you that we're representing Chief Crane, Asovil?" He shakes his head and waves his hand as if to erase any possible misinterpretation of the question from the air. "That, perhaps, isn't the proper way to phrase that query," His gaze dips to the shimmering black surface of the katheka that still fills his mug, ",Given what I've just said in regards to how I feel about you, would you prefer that I recuse myself as Lauren's advocate? We ask you, as a scientist, and as analytical as your ilk can be, would you deem my representation of Chief Crane as a conflict of interest?"
Stardate 2365.02.09
USS Peregrine; Deck 1 - Captain's Mess - 14:14
Finally leaving the room, Asovil nearly bumps into Tochi and catches her breath as she deftly steps to the side avoiding impact. Seeing the look on his face, she reaches out a timid hand and touches his forearm. "Are you well?"
"Fine," Tochi sighs in reply as her hand drifts away and he wishes he'd have held it a moment longer, "just tired, and, maybe, a bit surprised at some of the Captain's penalties." The Trill grins and waves away the complaint as inconsequential, at the moment, and focuses fully on the Andorian woman at his side.
"How are you," he asks, "Will Lauren's incarceration affect your labs over the next three days?"
Lt. Sh'iraolnas waves the question away with an exaggerated motion of her left hand. "Inconsequential. We shall make due with what we have and be the better for it."
Tochi smiles, resisting the urge to take the Andorian beauty's hand back into his own. "If it becomes a problem," he offers, "let us know. I'm sure schedules can be juggled to accommodate if necessary."
"The only problem that I can see arising," the young officer accepts the smile with a brilliant grin of her own, "is the potential for more of my time, which means less time I can spend bothering you."
"A grim potential if ever we've heard one," Tochi smiles softly, wanting to say, possibly do, more by way in reply; but, as he is about to suggest that the two of them take a leisurely stroll before his bridge shift commences, Lt Zai's comm-badge chirps for attention.
=/= Petty Officer Owen to Lt Zai.=/=
Tochi's eyes close as he sucks in a long, deep breath and, at it's apex, taps the communicator affixed to his uniforms breast; "Zai, here. What can we do for you, Megan?"
=/=Well, sir, I was just wond'rin', bein' as it's me first day at CONN an' all, if I might not need ta report a wee bit early,=/= the elfin voice lilts from the badge, =/=Y'know, jus' ta give m'self a minute ta acclimate an' sech? Simulations an' th' holosuites're one thing, sir, an' the actual bridge is somethin' else, I figger, an,=/=
"Of course, Petty Officer," Zai smiles blearily, cutting the perky little woman short, "Why don't you make your way to the bridge, now, and we'll meet you there."
=/=Marvy! Thankee, sir!=/=
"See you in a moment, Megan," Tochi replies, shaking his head slowly. That girl is bucking for OCS, he muses absently, We'll have to note that in her file, after we see how she does at helm tonight.
"We have to go," he grumbles to Asovil, then, fixing her with a smile that hovers between weary and hopeful,"Will we see you later?"
"It is a small ship, Tochi Zai," the lithe woman proclaims as she brushes by him and flips a glance and a playful smile over her shoulder while gliding away with a bit of a sway.
"Thank the ancients for that," Tochi answers, unabashedly watching the woman saunter away, "It means that we won't have to search overlong before we find you again." His eyes and thoughts remain on the elegant Andorian until she disappears in the junction of a couple of corridors, at which point he smiles softly and, with a resigned sigh, turns for the bridge.
Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 1 - Bridge - 14:28
As Lt Zai, with images of Asovil still playing in his mind, steps onto the bridge he is unsurprised to find PO3 Owen standing at the ready just on the other side of the door.
"Afternoon, Lieutenant," Megan chirps happily, snapping to attention as her CO materializes at her side, "Dinnae mean ta beat ya here but,"
"Quite alright, Megan," Tochi grins, dismissing her comment with a wave of his hand as his eyes flit around the bridge, watching the beginnings of shift change commence, "your enthusiasm is duly noted. You are ready for this, we trust?"
"JesusJosephan'Mary,Ihopeso,sir" the tiny woman prattled, veritably dancing in place as her own gaze dances excitedly over the bridge stations, "I'vebeenstudyinsohardan'runnin'moresimulationsthanIc'ncountan',"
"Breathe, Megan," Tochi suggests with a mild chuckle, resting a hand on Megan's shoulder, "Had we any doubt in your capabilities, we'd not have offered you this chance to begin with, hmmm? It was a rhetorical question."
"Rightrightright," the little red-head titters, still bouncing in place, "Thankeesir!"
"Have you relieved Ensign P'Tammah, yet," Lt Zai asks, nodding to where Vaela sits at the helm.
"No,sir," Megan speed answers, "Iwaswaitin'feryoutatellmeitwasokaytadosoan',"
Tochi makes a sweeping gesture to where a grinning Vaela sits at the Peregrine's CONN. "Please, Petty Officer," he laughs softly, "relieve Ensign P'Tammah and take the CONN, if you would."
"Aye aye, sir," Megan squeaks, apparently taking a completely vertical step before skipping across the distance between the hatchway and the helm.
At the same time and with a faintly bemused shake of his head, Zai crosses the short span of deck between the door and the command chair, currently occupied by Lt Berk. "If you don't mind an extra few minutes, Lieutenant," the Trill offered the new CTO as Megan similarly released Vaela from helm duties, "you stand relieved."
((OOC: Any reply, from a simple "Thank you, Lt" to a more involved conversation as you see fit, Brennus.
More posts in the works. Figured I'd go ahead and post these bits just to keep things moving.))
Posted on 2016-11-16 at 11:00:17.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: There it is...
...for what it's worth.
Sorry for the looooong delay... I wrestled with this one, for some reason, and I'm sure it shows, so, apologies for that. I figured I was long overdue to quit messing with the thing and just post it to see where it gets us, next.
Posted on 2016-11-14 at 09:57:37.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Well... it's something...
163 North Ave - Sept 18 - 12:30 p.m.
Running a hand through his hair, Alex thudded up the stairs to the second floor. His mind was a frenetic jumble of overlapping and interlocking thoughts, at the moment, tied tenuously together by a single, bloody thread that was the Cult of Azazel. It had been four short days since he'd finally caught up with Eddie Stevens, and gone completely off your rocker! You didn't even question him before you melted him, He'd known that Eddie wasn't the end of it, of course, but, after watching him roast in the trash strewn alley, Alex thought that maybe there would be some sort of respite from the Zazies. A couple of weeks, maybe a couple of months, that's how it had always worked before. Find one, get some info, help them on their way to hell, and then wait out a lead on the next.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Finding them had always been the harder part, especially in the beginning. Despite their flash and frenzy, the Azazelites were fairly adept at keeping under the radar. Three years of hunting them, though, had educated him in their tendencies and taught him a few tricks in regards to tracking them down when they didn't just fall into his lap.
Reaching the top of the stairs, Alex strode toward the guestroom and peered through the door. Rosie was still sleeping but, from the looks of it, was beginning to stir towards wakefulness. Smoke, from where she was curled up into a tiny ball at Rosie's back, opened an eye and peered up at him. Going hunting?
Yeah, Alex thought back, Gonna run to Pilsen, check out Penelope's place, and see what's what. You okay, here, with the kid?
Of course, the bast shot back, We're not up here making plans to burn the place down, after all, Her eye closed and she nestled back in, That's more your speed, love.
Nice, Alex smirked, backing away from the doorway and turning for his room, now. I'll leave her a note and some cash for a cab or somethin' if she wants to leave before I get back. Make sure she finds it, yeah?
Mmmhhmmm, Smoke's reply purred in his mind as he fished a small, cloth wrapped bundle from his nightstand drawer and put it in his pocket. Alex, she added when he emerged from his room and took to the steps again,
Yeah?
,Be careful. No barbecues, alright?
No barbecues, he promised, Be back soon.
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Pilsen - 1:15 p.m.
It had been a long time since anyone other than Smoke had occupied the passenger's seat of the Chevelle. In fact, since Emily's death, the number of people who had sat there (and the number of times they'd done so) could be counted on one hand and, since Emily, there had never been another woman in that seat. An odd sensation had rippled through Alex when he had moved Smoke's ‘sweater-bed' from the seat and intensified as he watched the Iberian beauty settle herself onto the leather once the sweater had been tossed into the back. When he had taken his own spot behind the wheel and glanced over to see Penelope sitting there, he was sure that his heart stopped for a beat and physically stalled him, too, in that flicker of a moment,
Uncomfortable wasn't the word that best explained that sensation. In fact, it was all too comfortable and, as he thought about it, that was probably what made it all so odd. The awkwardness of the betrayal he felt when he'd allowed Penelope to take that seat commingled with a strange sense of sated longing that washed over him when he saw her there, Saw Penelope, Felt Emily, He wanted that somehow perfect melding of the two to disappear and, at the same time, stay forever.
,Alex managed to shake himself free of the trance quickly enough but the feeling, as comfortingly disquieting as it was, stayed wrapped around him like a blanket for the entirety of the twenty minute drive to Pilsen. There hadn't been much conversation during the drive, either, but even that felt comfortably familiar as opposed to awkward; as if there hadn't been the need for words to fill the air between them. It wasn't until the Chevelle rumbled to a stop outside the run-down building that Penelope called home that Alex realized how truly calm and focused he had become, and he hadn't cracked his flask or so much as reached for a cigarette the entire time.
"Welcome to the palace," Penelope hummed as they approached her attic door.
Alex could sense the essence that still lingered in the place; could almost taste the Taint that laced the severed and unravelling threads of the spellwork. It called up another comfortably uncomfortable sensation within him that grated against the one he'd experienced in Penelope's presence in these last moments, enough, at least, that, suddenly, he longed for a sip of scotch to wash the taste of tainted essence from his tongue.
"This is where I found the medallion and the little warded gift around it," she purred, forestalling his reaching into his pocket for his flask, "What do you make of it?"
"It's nasty," he smirked, stepping closer to the door and letting his fingers trace lightly over the fading lines of eldritch energy as his narrowed gaze scrutinized the physicality of the portal, "Whoever did this has, at least, some faint idea as to your power, and they're definitely higher on the food chain than any of the Zazies I've run down, so far," That thought probably should have brought a look of concern to his scruffy features but, instead, it made the PI smile, a hungry, almost predatory smile,
This, he mused, as he closely inspected the door itself, along with the jamb and lock, is definitely gonna get me closer to the higher ups, if I do it right. Let's hope you're overconfident enough in your magical skills to have been stupid enough to,
,That wolfish smile spread wider when, as he had crouched down to examine the lower part of the doorframe, he spied a single, short, blonde hair on the floor in front of the threshold. "Yahtzee," he muttered, producing a pair of forceps from his pocket and using them to retrieve the hair. Rising out of the crouch, Alex's eyes left that miniscule bit of physical evidence long enough to find Penelope's; "We've got ourselves a tether, I hope."
He inclines his head toward the door, then. "It doesn't look like they forced their way in," he offered, "the scratches on the jamb and lockset look like they were made some time ago. Anyway they could have gotten inside without having to bump the lock?"
Posted on 2016-11-14 at 09:55:58.
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Topic: Boo Boo away for a short time
Subject: Awesome news!!!
Glad to hear it!
We've missed you, strangely, too!
Of course, we do everything strangely around here... or maybe that's just me...
Posted on 2016-11-11 at 10:11:07.
Edited on 2016-11-11 at 10:29:35 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Heck yeah!!!
Nice to get a peek into Berk's mind. Loved the post!
Aaaaand, I gotta agree with Olan... I certainly wouldn't consider Berk "semi-central," at all. In fact, given the Peregrine's role, I'd say he's downright essential.
Posted on 2016-11-11 at 07:18:11.
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Topic: *creak*
Subject: Ermahgrurgg!!!
Is that Gruggles?  
Good to see you, Sonny-boy!!!
Posted on 2016-11-11 at 07:14:46.
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Topic: *creak*
Subject: Well it's about flippin' time!!!
I was just about to order another gross of candles to put in the window for you.
All of us Innmates know how life can get in the way of the goings on around here, melui, and, unfortunately, that means we see folks disappear from time to time. So glad you found your way back home, though... I'm downright giddy, in fact!
*muwahuggloves!!!*
Posted on 2016-11-10 at 11:56:58.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Heh...
I imagine!
Tochi kind of felt as if he had to lay all his cards on the table, so to speak, given that he'd been more or less "outed" by Tam.
Fixed the initial timestamp on that post, too... Now we're at lunch at 1 in the afternoon as opposed to 1 in the morning.
Posted on 2016-11-10 at 10:51:26.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: For the record...
...the whole OCS thing was really only intended as a passing thought in Tochi's mind in the moment. While I do foresee Megan leaving the enlisted ranks for a commission at some point, I really wasn't trying to set it up as a plot point that would need to be addressed in the immediate future.
Also... last snippet of the post has been added...
Posted on 2016-11-10 at 10:45:56.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: LOL
I can't help it... I'm like a natural born instigator or something! I blame writing that post in the middle of the night... yeah... that sounds good.
Also, I just realized that I left a sentence off the end of that post... nothing earth shattering, just a parting word or two to Asovil... I'll go edit it in, now...
Posted on 2016-11-10 at 10:40:24.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Well...
...technically it is tomorrow in the Eastern time zone of the continental U.S. so, there's a post.
I'm going to bed, now... See you all in the morning! 
Posted on 2016-11-10 at 01:00:55.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Confessions and concessions
Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Observation Lounge "The Aerie" - 1300
"Uncomfortable?"
Tochi wonders for a moment if the word is more question than statement, especially when her gaze fixes on a point near but not on him. It hasn't gone unnoticed in own his mind that his infatuation with Asovil Sh'iraolnas has developed at an unusualy quick rate, but, then again, were he honest with himself, he hadn't so much as entertained a serious relationship since his joining, let alone indulge in some frivolous shore-leave one nighter, There has to be something here, he reasons, waiting for her next words, "why else would we be dreading what might spill past her lips next? He feels unusually, expectant, as he watches her and, when those deepest-of-blue eyes, at last find his again, he can't help but find comfort and, perhaps, reassurance in the softness of her expression.
"I'm not uncomfortable, Tochi," the fetching Andorian scientist says, prompting a relieved and, moreso, contented grn from the Trill, "Nor would I allow such petty whispers to dissuade me from pursuing an interest."
He feels his own cheeks warm a fraction as Asovil's go a deeper blue in her own blush and, drawn in by her demeanor and body language, Tochi feels himself leaning further in to the conversation as if pulled by a tractor beam. His gaze absorbs every aspect of her as she continues; "I've been enjoying our time together, and I feel that the past hours aboard the Peregrine would have been far less bearable had you not been a part of them.
I hereby grant you permission to continue to do whatever this is we've been doing, and you have already earned the right to call me a friend, so I urge you to continue to do so."
Whatever this is, Tochi muses, still watching her intently from where he is propped on his elbows across the table from her, and what exactly is this? The thought brings a subtle shift to the grin on his lipse, as he thinks, they think, he might know, but he lets the rumination go unspoken for the moment. He's much more content, now, to let her continue speaking, and watching her do so.
Lifting the katheka to her lips, Asovoil sips pensively, her long-lashed eyelids closing as she revels in that sampling of the beverage and, perhaps, her thoughts. Tochi notes the ululation of the muscles in her throat as she swallows the sip and can almost swear that he feels her wyws open and fix on him again, afterward. The sensation, of course, draws his gaze back up to hers and he finds himself hesitant to sip from his own cup as she gentlym prods; "From a purely scientific standpoint, Crewman Sudar is a Betazoid, no? And as a Betazoid, he's privileged to empathic readings of our emotions. That he would be presenting such indicators as to support the scuttlebutt to which you refer, would that not lean towards empirical data supporting the rumors?"
Had he had to gauge it by the warm flush that spread in his cheeks, if the had ever been a time in which Tochi Zai's spots had truly gone purple, this would have been the moment. His eyes, for some reason, wanted to break form hers, but couldn't and he had to lift his own cup to his lips again in order to keep his smile from completely swallowing his face. Feigning the sip and swallow wasn't easy - especially for as long as he had tried to do so - but, when he managed to force it to an end, he had determined that he wouldn't, couldn't, lie to her about it, even for discretion's sake. The demure and, still, mischievous look she gave him didn't help matters.
Ancients help me, the Trill pleads, his gaze still refusing to let go of hers as he returns his cup to the table.
"At the risk of sounding entirely too forward, Asovil," he admits, "there is most certainly empirical data offering credence to those rumors." That confession provides enough self-consciousness for the Trill to let his gaze dip from hers to the plate of food before him for a nano-second and, as his cheeks flush even warmer, he offers up a soft chuckle to the air before his eyes swim up to hers, again.
"If I told you the truth of it," he smiles, his voice gentle and true, "I would have to admit being infatuated with you within moments of the start of our first conversation," One of his hands unfurls from around the cup and subtly lifts in a gesture meant to forestall any response from the newly appointed CSO, just yet, and hangs in the air as if Tochi is forcibly trying to keep it from reaching for one of her hands thereafter, "I understand that you and I have known each other for mere hours," the words come out somewhere between a mutter and a whisper, "and that it may seem a bit much, even from the ‘passionate Andorian' perspective, but I feel as if I have been," An instant passes, in which the expressions on Zai's face denote an almost physical struggle to find the most appropriate word, at the end of which, he offers a shrug as if to preface his choice as, perhaps, not being the ideal, ",drawn to you."
His hand falls to the table, again, landing a scant millimenter from her's before begrudgingly withdrawing to occupy itself with the curve of the katheka cup. "I've not felt this, anything like this," his words are a whisper (if not less) now, and his eyes, once more try to avert from hers and fail, "since before we were joined."
Tochi chuckles then, softly, and perhaps a bit tentatively, before he finds it in himself to continue. "Over the course of our lifetimes," he says after a moment, his voice rising above a whisper again, "we have come to learn that romantic relationships are not a thing to be taken lightly. In fact, once you become joined, such thoughts are almost tertiary," The Trill's gave can't help but fall away from hers, then, and he stares at the dark surface of his cup's contents as he proceeds, ",but, when those feelings so much as scratch at your mind once the joining has happened, one can't help but give that sense it's due weight,"
Tochi shakes his head and chuckles, again, reluctant to lift his eyes to the sapphire-blue ones awaiting them across the table, but he does so anyway and, along with the glance, he offers a marginally contrite shrug. "We've only just met, Asovil," he says, absently spinning the cup between his hands, "and I don't want to force anything but, as Tam has seen fit to interject the topic before I could allow it to come up naturally," he lifts the cup, tipping it to his lips as if the swallow of caff will somehow make his confession easier. ",Yes," he says before his eyes fix to her's again, "I find you beyond intriguing and would like to pursue this to wherever it may lead."
((OOC: If that's not a good place to say "TAG", I'm an idiot!  ,))
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USS Peregrine; Deck 2 - Corridor outside the Captain's Mess - 1425
As the doors to the Captain's Mess whisk shut behind him, Lt Zai pauses and lifts a hand to, first, rub at his eyes and, then, as a weary sigh escapes him, that same hand runs through his hair and comes to rest at the base of his skull. What a day, he thinks, massaging a small knot of tension from his neck as he glances in one direction and then the other along the corridor, The best we can hope for, now, is an uneventful bridge-shift,
The pneumatic sound of the door fails to alert him of another presence in the corridor but the light touch of Asovil's fingers on his forearm awakens him quickly enough. Without truly thinking about it, his hand moves to curls around the one of hers that has gently lit on his arm and, as he gives it a gentle squeeze before releasing it, his head turns so that his eyes might meet hers.
"Are you well," Asovil asks softly.
"Fine," Tochi sighs in reply as her hand drifts away and he wishes he'd have held it a moment longer, "just tired, and, maybe, a bit surprised at some of the Captain's penalties." The Trill grins and waves away the complaint as inconsequential, at the moment, and focuses fully on the Andorian woman at his side.
"How are you," he asks, "Will Lauren's incarceration affect your labs over the next three days?"
((OOC: Assuming an Asovilesque "we'll manage" reply,))
Tochi smiles, resisting the urge to take the Andorian beatuy's hand back into his own. "If it becomes a problem," he offers, "let us know. I'm sure schedules can be juggled to accommodate if necessary."
As he is about to suggest that the two of them take a leisurely stroll before his bridg shift commences, Lt Zai's comm-badge chirps for attention. =/= Petty Officer Owen to Lt Zai.=/=
Tochi's eyes close as he sucks in a long, deep breath and, at it's apex, taps the communicator affixed to his uniforms breast; "Zai, here. What can we do for you, Megan?"
=/=Well, sir, I was just wond'rin', bein' as it's me first day at CONN an' all, if I might not need ta report a wee bit early,=/= the elfin voice lilted from the badge, =/=Y'know, jus' ta give m'self a minute ta acclimate an' sech? Simulations an' th' holosuites're one thing, sir, an' the actual bridge is somethin' else, I figger, an,=/=
"Of course, Petty Officer," Zai smiles blearily, cutting the perky little woman short, "Why don't you make your way to the bridge, now, and we'll meet you there."
=/=Marvy! Thankee, sir!=/=
"See you in a moment, Megan," Tochi replies, shaking his head slowly. That girl is bucking for OCS, he muses absently, We'll have to note that in her file, after we see how she does at helm tonight.
"We have to go," he grumbles to Asovil, then, fixing her with a smile that hovers between weary and hopeful,"Will we see you later?"
Posted on 2016-11-10 at 00:58:44.
Edited on 2016-11-10 at 10:48:17 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Hell, yeah...
...we missed you! Tochi would've hated tp NPC Berk leading his "client" to the brig!
Glad things are easing up for you, Brennus! Looking forward to seeing your post(s).
Posted on 2016-11-10 at 00:11:06.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Squeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
Nuff said!
Post tomorrow.
Posted on 2016-11-09 at 20:47:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Okay...
...just a fluff post because I could... nothing major. I'll leave Tochi standing in the hallway for a moment before he decides whether or not to go catch a few quiet minutes of eye-closing in his office or, maybe, he'll decide to head for the bridge right away. This will be PO Owen's first shift at the helm, after all, it could get a bit bouncy.
Posted on 2016-11-09 at 13:57:17.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: End of the Mast - Zai's perspective
Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42138.7)
USS Peregrine; Captain's Mess - 1415
Lt Zai's "defense" of Lauren Crane hadn't been what one might have called lackluster. In fact, given the circumstances, the Trill had delivered the best, and, frankly, only argument available to him. Despite those best efforts, though, Tochi was under no delusions that they would spare the woman anything other than a continued career in Starfleet. Captain Drake's verdict, he knew, wouldn't be swayed by deftly wielded words or any attempts to garner sympathy. That much had been clear to him since he'd learned of Crane's transgression - he'd advised her to expect as much - and, if it hadn't been abundantly clear, then, it certainly crystalized as Drake set about dismantling the plea.
"Chief Petty Officer Lauren Crane," Silas says flatly, following his rebuttal to Crane's petition, "I do hereby find you guilty in the matter of this gross violation of the chain of command, and find no mitigating circumstances to justify your actions in any degree. Therefore, your punishment will be as follows.
First, you are hereby reduced in rate to Petty Officer, First Class. All privileges and benefits are likewise hereby reduced,"
Expected, Tochi muses, scarcely letting his nod reach the point to where it was noticeable.
",Second, you will be confined to the brig for three days, during which you will subside on bread and water rations only,"
One of the Trill's brows arches at that and his gaze snaps from Silas to Crane and back again. A bit harsh, Silas, he thinks. As severe and, frankly, antiquated a measure as it was, though, Lt Zai couldn't help but understand that it was being imposed by way of making a sharp point to his sentencing of the woman. Bread and water for three days, we think, is still preferable to what might have come from a full tribunal.
",Third, upon completion of your time in the brig, you will return to duty, as the science department can ill afford being short an experienced staff member. However, for the next fourteen days, you will remain confined to quarters when not actively conducting your normal duties or such special projects as your department head may assign to you. During this fourteen day period, you will forego any 'off days' as may have been part of your normal schedule, instead making yourself available for duty shifts as needed by your department head to help cover for the strain of others being forced to work extra shifts to cover for your absence. You may visit the crew mess to obtain your own meals during this time period, but you will take said meals in your quarters.
During this fourteen day period, you will be assigned extra duties to be completed once your normal daily shifts are done.
Fourth, for the fourteen days following this period, you will be likewise assigned extra duties to be completed once your normal daily shifts are done.
Finally, a written reprimand will be placed into your service record,"
A faintly rueful sigh whispers past the XO's lips as Drake comes to the end of his sentencing. Aside from the bread and water stipulation (and perhaps the three days in the brig) all of the punishments levied by the Captain had been expected, the reduction in grade, restriction to limits, additional duties, all of it, and, yet, expectations aside, the Trill couldn't keep himself from feeling marginally defeated by the pronunciation. Hopefully, he managed to keep too much of it from showing on his face, though. We've done all we could do, he reminds himself as Silas takes a breath, preparing to wrap the proceedings, Petty Officer Crane understands this, we hope.
",I trust that this will be the end of the matter," Silas says by way of conclusion, "and that chain of command will never again be an issue with you, Petty Officer Crane. Understand that if anything like this ever happens again, the punishment will not be so light - your career in Starfleet will be over. Understand, too, that I expect you to return to full and vigorous execution of your duties. If I find out otherwise... well, let's trust that I won't find out otherwise."
Drake looks around the room. "If no one else has anything to add?"
"No, sir," Zai offers as Drake's eyes meet his, "Thank you, Captain."
"Very well," Silas nods. "Lt Berk, please escort Petty Officer Crane to the brig. The rest of you are dismissed."
Tochi rises from his seat in concert with Lauren getting up from hers and offers a reassuring (if somewhat diffident) smile to the woman as Lt Berk moves to her side. The weak smile she replies with emotes both her disappointment and her understanding. "Thank you, sir," she murmurs, "for all that you've tried to do."
"Of course," he replies with a nod, "We're sorry that it couldn't have been more."
The woman forces a bit of hopefulness into her expression, then. "New beginnings and better memories, right, Lieutenant?" she smiles.
"Right," Tochi returns, "Remember that, Lauren."
Lauren nods in response as Lt Berk ushers her from the room. Once she's gone, Tochi gathers his PADD from the table and, following a glance and a faint grin in Asovil's direction, strides into the corridor, himself.
As the doors to the Captain's Mess whisk shut behind him, Lt Zai pauses and lifts a hand to, first, rub at his eyes and, then, as a weary sigh escapes him, that same hand runs through his hair and comes to rest at the base of his skull. What a day, he thinks, massaging a small knot of tension from his neck as he glances in one direction and then the other along the corridor, The best we can hope for, now, is an uneventful bridge-shift,
Posted on 2016-11-09 at 13:54:50.
Edited on 2016-11-09 at 13:59:05 by Eol Fefalas
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