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Topic: Dark Fantasy QnA
Subject: Note from a lurker...
You guys are gonna need, like, a REALLY BIIIIIIG shoe or somethin'!
Posted on 2016-09-08 at 09:40:23.
Edited on 2016-09-08 at 09:40:42 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Okay... Firstly...
...WOOOOOHOOO for reception and Captains Mast posts! I can hardly wait!
Secondly - Happy 50th anniversary, Star Trek!!! Without someone boldly going, all those years ago, our beloved Peregrine wouldn't be flying, now!!!
Posted on 2016-09-08 at 09:26:55.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: "We're only human..."
So, what, Brom and I are fleshy headed mutants? 
Good stuff, you two!
Posted on 2016-09-07 at 19:08:08.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: There it is!
Dinner is done! That was an insanely fun bout of posts, I think. Thanks, Brom, for all that posty goodness!
Also, as mentioned in my OOC comments, Leah's likely going to be feeding the rumor-mill fire with a bit of gossip here and there regarding "the dinner date Lt Zai had"... Use it or not as you see fit. 
Posted on 2016-09-07 at 14:07:16.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: New beginnings and better memories...
Stardate 2365.02.08 (Monday - 42136.2)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5; "The Aerie," Tochi and Asovil's table - 16:17
"Anyway, What, were we saying?"
"You were speaking about Dirven's auspicious Risa memories and playboy mannerisms," Asovil reminds him without so much as a hesitation. Forking a cooling piece of chicken into her mouth, the Andorian puts a hand up to cover her lips as she speaks around the food, the thought just popping into her head. "We are to wear bells to the reception tonight?"
Tochi blinks, his brows knitting in momentary confusion and Asovil wonders if she has once again muddled something up. The befuddled expression morphs into a slow smile and he chuckles a bit.
"Oh," the Trill says, shaking his head, "No, not actual bells. It's an old Terran expression. We're not precisely sure of the origins of the phrase, but it's intended to indicate that we'll happily attend."
"Terrans have far too many expressions to keep track of," she frowns in thought. "Perhaps someone should program the universal translators to take into consideration such idioms."
Grinning, Tochi arches a brow, "You really haven't spent much time in the company of humans, have you?"
"I've been with Starfleet for four Earth years," the Andorian replies with a pained expression. "Prior to that, I did not spend time around Terrans. I find them a bit like Romulans, to be honest. Most are pretentious and desire to be respected for their intellectual and physical accomplishments while enforcing a highly human view of things on the whole of the Federation. The Prime Directive tempers this indulgence somewhat, and there are humans I have encountered who are kind, caring individuals that seem to have somehow managed to exceed the limitations of their species," Asovil trails off as she considers what she's just said.
Tochi wasn't honestly expecting such a lengthy, analytical response to the question, but, as the Andorian chose to share her insights, the Trill couldn't help but relate to what she was saying, even if it was from a point of view much older than he. Odia's first encounters with humans all but validated the generalizations that Asovil put forward and, perhaps, expanded on them to a considerable degree, If she only knew how Terrans used to be, he thinks without giving voice to the words, she'd be more impressed with how they are now.
"My experiences are very limited, yes," she continues after an instant of reflection, "And I am pleased to be serving within Starfleet so that I may grow in my knowledge of the Terran races and their behaviors. I am, perhaps, not truly qualified to deliver such a profound analysis."
"Who among us is," Tochi suggests with a smile and a vague shrug, "There is good and bad to be uncovered in all species, we think, and humans have come quite a long way in the two-hundred-some-odd years since we first encountered them,"
"But we digress from more entertaining subject matter!" the beautiful blue Andorian proclaims, setting her utensils across the plate.
",Right," the Trill grins in response to Asovil's prompting, "Dervin and his embarrassing tale.
Well, as we told you, some of our best memories of Risa come from him, and that's probably due to the fact that he visited the place quite often. His lascivious nature was a contributing factor, to be sure, but, more than that, it was the beauty of the planet, itself, that called him back time and time again; the certainty that he'd be able to find some lovely little thing with whom he could, ahem, enjoy that beauty was, typically, just an added bonus. Now, we say typically because, a good portion of the man's dalliances were just that, brief flings that ignited quickly, burned hot, and then flickered out in a matter of weeks or days, but there was one woman that we can say Dirven fell madly in love with and, in his attempts to woo her, is where we find an embarrassing moment that may come close to matching yours."
"I'll be the judge of that, Tochi," Asovil smiles.
Tochi sips at his juice, then, and smiles as he continues, "Her name was Talla and he met her at Temtibi Bay. We think he was initially drawn to her, not just because of her beauty, but because he had never seen an Andorian enjoying the warmth of the Risan suns the way she seemed to be,"
The Andorian scientist's eyebrows climbed her forehead and her antennae twitch at the revelation. For his part, Tochi is unable to keep his grin from growing wider at the reaction.
",To him," he continues, "there was something undefinably magical in her very presence on that beach, and he was smitten with her just as quickly as he was inspired, And it was really quickly. We think he had the first three verses of Blue on the Bay written before he had so much as introduced himself.
At any rate, Talla wasn't as instantly impressed by Dirven's charms and musical talents as many of his previous paramours were—"
"Oh, come," Asovil laughs lightly at the retelling. "Surely Dirven's charm succeeded!"
"—A fact," Tochi beams prompting the impatient Adnorian to wait on his further storytelling. "That made her all the more intriguing, we think—but she was gracious enough to entertain his company. That first day, they simply walked along the beach together and talked for an hour or so. Any attempts he might have made to seduce her, subtle and cunning as they may have been, fell completely flat but, surprisingly enough, he was undeterred in his pursuit. At the end of that encounter, Dirven returned to his rooms alone without even the thought of seeking out anyone else to share the rest of his night. Rather, he spent that night with his piano," he nods at Asovil's mug where it sits on the table. "Some Andorian Ale, and thoughts of Talla. He had all but completed Blue on the Bay by the time morning came.
"As smitten by her as he was, of course, Dirven returned to the beach in hopes of finding her there, again," Tochi sips at his juice, smiles a bit, and setting the glass aside, continues on. "And he did, if not as quickly as he might have liked. Again, she showed fairly little interest outside of polite conversation. They chatted for a short time, that morning, but were interrupted (as Dirven recalled it) by a group of Talla's friends who had come to collect her for a trip to the Subterranean Gardens. As she and her friends took their leave, Dirven asked her if she might like to meet on the beach that evening if he promised to play a song for her that he'd written. With a bit of coaxing from her friends, and to Dirven's delight, Talla agreed and a time was set to meet. Dirven knew that the song would have to be something truly special and, even as quickly as he'd composed Blue on the Bay, he was sure it would be. However, he couldn't very well bring his piano to the beach, so, the hours that Talla and her friends spent in Risa's gardens, Dirven spent in his rooms rehearsing the piece on his mandolin."
"I'm sorry, but what is a mandolin?" Asovil inquires, intrigued at the mention of something new. "I know of a piano from the Academy. One of my roommates played. An amazing sound, if I do say so myself. She was able to produce some stirring compositions. But this mandolin is something I've not heard of."
"A mandolin is something like a lute," Tochi pauses to explain, "They can have anywhere from eight to twelve paired strings that are plucked with a plectrum or pick. I play, myself," he offers humbly, "both the piano and the mandolin. Interests that I inherited from Dirven, actually, though I'm nowhere near as gifted.
We'll show you, sometime, if you like," he promises with a smile before continuing with the tale.
"That would be an experience I think I would like," the young woman decided, brushing her silver-white hair back behind her ear. "Now, back to Dirven and his escapades."
"So, the time came and Dirven returned to the beach. He found Talla and (to a disappointment that he hid fairly well, we think) her friends at a spot that was just a bit more crowded than he might have hoped. Sea turtles were supposed to be coming into the bay and onto the beach around moonrise, that night, and as it turned out, the resort staff had organized an impromptu party to entertain the guests who had gathered to await the spectacle. When the staff saw that Dirven had arrived with his mandolin in hand, they were overjoyed, thinking, perhaps, that he had showed up to entertain all of the guests rather than just the one, he'd been hired to play Temtibi Bay, more than once before, you see," The Trill offers a faint shake of his head, dismissing that last as being unimportant to the story.
He sips, smiles, and then continues. "Anyway, as he was truly trying to impress Talla, and refusing the staff's requests for him to play would likely have been considered rude, Dirven gave in to the coaxing and launched into a set that he had intended to end with the song he'd written about her. Being the showman that he was, the farther he got through his set, the more people were drawn from other parts of the beach and, by the time he'd gotten to the point where he was going to wrap the unplanned concert up with Blue on the Bay, there was quite a sizeable crowd. During his performance, as the crowd grew, he had strolled out onto the trunk of one of those Sakanar Palms that leaned over the beach, using it as a makeshift stage as it would let him better see his audience and vice versa."
Asovil offers a smile and a knowing nod.
"So, he's standing there on the palm, and when finds Talla in the crowd he announces the song. ‘Thank you, Thank you,'" Tochi imitates Dirven's voice. "‘You've been a wonderful audience. The turtles will be coming into the bay, soon, I think, and I know most of you came here tonight for them and not me. If you good people don't mind, though, I'd like to play you one last song,'" The XO grins a bit, almost chuckling but not quite. "At this point, Dirven is moving to actually sit on the palm's trunk," he explains before continuing with his impersonation of the past host. "‘I was inspired to write this, on this very beach, just yesterday, ladies and gentlemen, by a glimpse of beauty so magical and pure that it spoke to my very heart and soul,' He's got himself seated, now, and he's locking eyes with Talla as he shifts his weight and readies his instrument, ‘I call it Blue on the Bay and, I humbly dedicate it to Talla zh'Tisia.' He strums out the first few chords and is just about to start singing when he makes the mistake of shifting his weight, again," Tochi's grin has broadened and there is the hint of a blush showing just at the edge of his spots, "He'd shifted just a bit too much, we imagine, and found himself slipping off of the trunk. He was already rather embarrassed that he was about to fall off the tree and onto the beach, of course, not the ideal way to end a concert, but as he slipped, his swim trunks caught on a jutting piece of bark. So, slip, rip, and flip, and there's Dirven, tumbling to the beach, wearing nothing but his spots and an abashed smile."
"No!" Asovil gasps and instinctively covers her open mouth with her right hand, feeling the unease that Dirven must have felt herself.
"Yes!" Tochi does chuckle, now, the blush blooming a bit more as he recalls feeling that embarrassment. "As humiliating as it was, though, we believe it was that moment that, finally, for whatever reason, endeared him enough to Talla that he and she went on to have quite a passionate relationship that lasted years as opposed to the days or weeks."
He shrugs a bit, still smiling, and regards the Andorian sitting across from him; "So, embarrassing enough to count, Asovil?"
The woman bobs her head in affirmation, hand still over her mouth though the humor of the situation has gathered about the edges of her azure eyes and dark blue lips. Tochi's features, too, are painted by the humor in the tale, though, unlike Asovil's, there are also tinges of embarrassment and, perhaps, even a bit of happiness at how the story seems to have amused her.
"How in the Universe did he ever recover?" she finally musters, looking at the Trill with wide eyes that are quickly filling with mirth. "And I can only imagine how Dirven managed to ‘persuade' Talla with that presentation."
"He recovered quickly," the Trill laughed, "and was re-covered just as fast. Talla offered her sarong along with her praise for his playing and her sympathies for his ‘humiliation',"
"Truly, you've outdone me, Tochi—" she pauses and looks slyly at her dinner companion. "Or should I say, Dirven?"
"It's Dirven's story," Tochi winks at Asovil whose blush has suddenly risen to meet his own, "but we do share the memories of it all."
He has enjoyed this time with the Peregrine's new Chief Science Officer much more than he initially imagined he might have, and, possibly, more than we should have?, The offering of a professional courtesy had evolved quickly into an interaction that laid the foundations of what promised to be a truly pleasant friendship. Not at all what he had been anticipating, for sure, but most certainly a lovely surprise; they had yet to part ways and Tochi was already looking forward to the next time he might get to enjoy her company.
He watches over the rim of his glass as the Andorian beauty quickly downs the rest of her ale, seemingly enjoying the last bit of its warmth as it settles into her stomach. She sets the mug down, then, and purses her lips, chewing at the bottom for a second before picking up her napkin and delicately dabbing at the corners of her mouth.
"I want to thank you, Tochi," she says, a notably bashful gaze offered from beneath her white lashes. "I had thought my assignment on the Peregrine to be a lonely one bereft of career satisfaction and to be blunt, fulfilling engagement of any kind.
"You've not only provided me with a proper welcome, but I hope," here's where her voice falls away and she takes stock of her words once again. "I hope that we will continue our conversations while you teach me to fence, and perhaps, over future meals."
"The future holds the promise of new beginnings and better memories, Asovil" Tochi smiles, eyes sparkling as he offers his people's ancient adage and a tip of his glass in reply, "We would be delighted to enjoy a part in yours."
Abruptly, the enchanting Andorian drops the napkin on her plate and rises quickly from her seat, prompting Tochi to get to his feet, as well. Tugging at the bottom of her uniform top, she takes a deep breath, "Thank you for your time and company, Tochi Zai. I must excuse myself to prepare for the reception tonight. I shall attend with proverbial bells on."
"We'll see you there, Asovil Sh'iraolnas," the Trill smiles warmly. "Thank you for your time and company, as well; I have enjoyed it very much."
Flashing a gorgeous, toothy smile at the XO, Asovil Sh'iraolnas strides quickly and purposefully towards the doors, so intent on making a graceful exit that she entirely misses Leah's wave good-bye.
Tochi watches her go, the smile never fading from his lips, and doesn't retake his seat until the doors to the lounge have eclipsed her from view. With a contented sigh, the XO sinks back into his seat and reaches for his glass.
"Wellllll," Leah coos as she sidles up to the table and starts to gather the dishes Lt Sh'iraolnas has left behind, "seems as if someone's found a new friend, eh, Tochi?"
"We certainly hope so, Leah," Lt Zai replies from behind a mildly awkward smile, "The Lieutenant is not at all what we expected her to be."
"By the look on her pretty little face when she flew out of here," Leah notes with a coy smile of her own, "I'd say those feelings are more than just a wee bit mutual," She offers a playful wink, here, and adds, "Sir."
The XO laughs at that before draining the remains of his juice. "Always playing the match-maker aren't you, Petty Officer Finnley?"
"Always those that need matching, Lt Zai," Leah giggles as she turns to leave. "Your spots are a bit purple, Toch," she calls teasingly over her shoulder, "You might want to take that kit of yours and go get some, shall we say, poking?, out of your system."
"Shut up, Leah," Zai laughs as he gets to his feet, again, and, taking up his duffel, abandons the table and makes for the door. His lighthearted rebuke notwithstanding, by the time Tochi made the door, he couldn't help but acknowledge Leah's insight, If that's what you want to call it, As reinvigorated as he was suddenly finding himself, he decided that it would probably be a good idea to select an opponent in the holosuite as opposed to trying to find a sparing partner in the gymnasium. We don't want anyone getting injured out of enthusiasm, after all.
((OOC: And, that's a wrap on dinner!  As stated, Tochi's on his way to go play Erol Flynn in one of the holosuites. I imagine he'll be there for an hour or so (assuming nothing urgent pulls him away) before returning to his quarters and getting ready for the reception, himself.
Oh, and if you couldn't tell, Leah's likely to add the tale of this encounter to the hopper of Peregrine's rumor-mill.  She's such an instigator!))
Posted on 2016-09-07 at 14:03:30.
Edited on 2016-09-08 at 12:19:56 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: LOL
Yeah... but I kind of used Paul McGillion (Carson Beckett) as the basis for another MacTavish that exists in the RDINN Trek-verse, already.
I don't imagine that Jack and Haemis are related... Ol' Mac was a hot-head to say the least... an' dinnae get on too weel wi' th' XO abaird th' Discov'ry, either! Did he Brom?
Posted on 2016-09-07 at 11:33:37.
Edited on 2016-09-07 at 11:50:18 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Best guesstimate?
Okay, the post is coming along... got a bit left to do, yet, but it's getting there.
In the meantime, here's another pic for you to peek at and go "hmmmmm?"
Haemis has been away until just recently and I have yet to see much of a bio/description of our new CEO that I could work with, sooooo, I kinda threw this one together from out of nowhere. Lt McTavish, report to Engineering.
Posted on 2016-09-07 at 10:54:06.
Edited on 2016-09-07 at 10:55:59 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Uh huh!
Great fun, that was (and, for the record, Brom, I think you're doing a fine job "getting into the female mind").
Also, welcome back Haemis! Good to see you on the boards, again, and glad that things look to have settled for you a bit.
Post for Tochi coming up....
Posted on 2016-09-07 at 06:20:48.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Sweet!
Let me know if she needs any help braiding it.
Posted on 2016-09-06 at 13:54:17.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: LOL @ regulations...
Actually, I think Starfleet is pretty "relaxed" where hair is concerned. Plenty of species have none at all or have cultural things that kind of lend a bit of flexibility. Look at Worf's long hair in later seasons, for example... Plenty of precedents to support "non-military" type do's, I think.
Posted on 2016-09-06 at 13:40:23.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Derp!
My bad! The ones on the 8th need to be deleted. There are some entries on both dates that need to be updated as to timestamps, I believe.
Posted on 2016-09-06 at 12:30:53.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Yep...
...Jaye Davidson(?), I believe is his name.
Kind of close to what I imagined the face to look like, anyway... The hair's not as elaborate as what I imagine Dio's might be, but I did work in a couple of braids to kind of hint at a little more "fabulosity."
Posted on 2016-09-06 at 09:59:52.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: And... while I'm doing that...
...allow me to present you with a "maybe close to it" vision of Lt Dio Lasad from the eccentric mind of an Eol:
Posted on 2016-09-06 at 09:46:19.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: You might be right....
...let me double check and see if they're "out of place duplicates" and we'll get them deleted/moved as necessary.
Edit: Hmmmmmmm.... Not sure if this is an actual oops or, perhaps, something brought on by changes to the roster. We'll point it out to Olan and see what he says.
Edit Jr: Yup... they're duplicates! The one's on the 7th need to be deleted.
Posted on 2016-09-06 at 08:44:26.
Edited on 2016-09-06 at 10:11:29 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Well, Ody...
...I think you do just fine!
Posted on 2016-09-06 at 06:59:20.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Time jump
I kind of think that the next time jump where the main plot is concerned will see us flashing forward a couple of days (maybe 3), so posting forward as far as what you two are talking should be okay.
Posted on 2016-09-05 at 14:15:33.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Page 1 of the QA
Medical shifts are twelve hours long, and instead take the following schedule:
Alpha: 0700-1900
Beta: 1900-0700
Typically medical shifts are referred to as "Sickbay Alpha, Sickbay Beta" so as to avoid confusion.
Posted on 2016-09-05 at 09:11:32.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: LOL @ Cookie
Perfect!
Contemplating a post from elsewhere aboard the ship... Engineering or Flight Control, perhaps. *shrug* Maybe work on another pic or two.
Posted on 2016-09-05 at 08:19:48.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Thanks, Boo Boo!
Glad you're enjoying them. They've been pretty fun to put together. 
Posted on 2016-09-04 at 10:29:28.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: And (perhaps?) Dr Moore
Just fiddling with ideas, really... Kind of thought this came close based on description.
Posted on 2016-09-04 at 09:34:16.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Another crew pic
Lt Berk to Tactical, please.
Posted on 2016-09-04 at 09:25:21.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Revelations
Glad you enjoyed it!
For the record:
1)Took me a minute to come up with a suitably embarrassing story but I settled on that one after recalling a very similar thing happening to me. I wasn't wooing an Andorian woman on Risa, nor was I singing and playing the mandolin, but I was goofing around on a canoe trip and, as in Dirven's tale, slipped out of a tree over the river and lost my shorts.
2) Talla was Ensign P'Tammah's grandmother.
Posted on 2016-09-03 at 12:59:24.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I imagine it's on the "honor system"
She'll be fed for sure (there are typically replicators available in crew quarters, I think), but I'm not so sure it went as far as posting guards outside her door... (Where's she gonna go? We're in space after all. )
Anyhoo... Post is up and a pic for Lt Berk is in the works!
Posted on 2016-09-03 at 12:04:58.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Dirven's embarrassing story
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Deck 5; "The Aerie", Tochi and Asovil's table - 1613
"Dirven was our third host," Zai begins, the smile on his lips and the twinkle in his eyes taking on a notably roguish cast as his mind sorts through those old memories, "A musician by profession and more than a little bit the scoundrel.
Some of our best memories of Risa are his," he continues, perhaps blushing a little, "He was something of a playboy, we imagine that's probably the best way to describe him, and, we suppose, too, that's the way musicians of his caliber often were, in those days, and, as such, was caught with his pants around his ankles more than a few times."
Asovil has never been to Risa, but has definitely heard the tales. She considers the sudden flush of Tochi's cheeks as indication that there are many of the same sort of sordid stories floating around his mind as those which she has heard from various personnel she's interacted with in Starfleet. Risa's pleasure cruises, Risa's famous spas, Risa's massages, the list of "Oh, I've heard about" Risa experiences is long and most aren't appropriate for polite conversation.
Tochi blinks and offers a shake of his head accompanied by a decidedly nervous chuckle. He steals a quick sip of his beverage and looks down at the table for a moment before continuing. Having not witnessed this behavior in the lieutenant before, Asovil narrows her eyes just a bit in study. What's going on in that head of yours, Tochi Zai? she thinks suspiciously.
"Anyway," he grins (colored more sheepish than wicked, now), having feigned a surveillance of the room before letting his gaze frame her, once more, "What, were we saying?"
"You were speaking about Dirven's auspicious Risa memories and playboy mannerisms," Asovil reminds him without so much as a hesitation. Forking a cooling piece of chicken into her mouth, the Andorian puts a hand up to cover her lips as she speaks around the food, the thought just popping into her head. "We are to wear bells to the reception tonight?"
Wear bells? What?
Tochi blinks, his brows knitting in momentary confusion at that question. As realization of what promted her question dawns on him, though, the befuddled expression morphs into a slow smile and he chuckles a bit. "Oh," the Trill says, shaking his head, "No, not actual bells. It's an old Terran expression. We're not precisely sure of the origins of the phrase, but it's intended to indicate that we'll happily attend."
((OOC: Presuming an "Oh" or a nod or something similar))
Bemused, and, also, somewhat relieved that her intergogative has rescued him from his Dirvenesque musings, a grinning Tochi arches a brow; "You really haven't spent much time in the company of humans, have you?"
((OOC: Presuming, again, that there's a bit of back and forth here in regards to that before Asovil nudges him back towards the promised Dirven story))
",Right," the Trill grins in response to Asovil's prompting, "Dervin and his embarrassing tale.
Well, as we told you, some of our best memories of Risa come from him, and that's probably due to the fact that he visited the place quite often. His lascivious nature was a contributing factor, to be sure, but, more than that, it was the beauty of the planet, itself, that called him back time and time again; the certainty that he'd be able to find some lovely little thing with whom he could, ahem, enjoy that beauty was, typically, just an added bonus. Now, we say typically because, a good portion of the man's daliances were just that, brief flings that ignited quickly, burned hot, and then flickered out in a matter of weeks or days, but there was one woman that we can say Dirven fell madly in love with and, in his attempts to woo her, is where we find an embarrassing moment that may come close to matching yours."
Tochi sips at his juice, then, and smiles as he continues; "Her name was Talla and he met her at Temtibi Bay. We think he was initially drawn to her, not just because of her beauty, but because he had never seen an Andorian enjoying the warmth of the Risan suns the way she seemed to be. To him, there was something undefineably magical in her very presence on that beach, and he was smitten with her just as quickly as he was inspired," the Trill chuckles at that, adding, "And it was really quickly. We think he had the first three verses of Blue on the Bay written before he had so much as introduced himself.
At any rate, Talla wasn't as instantly impressed by Dirven's charms and musical talents as many of his previous paramours were - a fact that made her all the more intriguing, we think - but she was gracious enough to entertain his company. That first day, they simply walked along the beach together and talked for an hour or so. Any attempts he might have made to seduce her, subtle and cunning as they may have been, fell completely flat but, surprisingly enough, he was undeterred in his pursuit. At the end of that encounter, Dirven returned to his rooms alone without even the thought of seeking out anyone else to share the rest of his night. Rather, he spent that night with his piano," he nods at Asovil's mug where it sits on the table, "some Andorian Ale, and thoughts of Talla. He had all but completed Blue on the Bay by the time morning came.
As smitten by her as he was, of course, Dirven retruned to the beach in hopes of finding her there, again," Tochi sips at his juice, smiles a bit, and setting the glass aside, continues on, "and he did, if not as quickly as he might have liked. Again, she showed fairly little interest outside of polite conversation. They chatted for a short time, that morning, but were interrupted (as Dirven recalled it) by a group of Talla's friends who had come to collect her for a trip to the Subterranian Gardens. As she and her friends took their leave, Dirven asked her if she might like to meet on the beach that evening if he promised to play a song for her that he'd written. With a bit of coaxing from her friends, and to Dirven's delight, Talla agreed and a time was set to meet. Dirven knew that the song would have to be something truly special and, even as quickly as he'd composed Blue on the Bay, he was sure it would be. However, he couldn't very well bring his piano to the beach, so, the hours that Talla and her friends spent in Risa's gardens, Dirven spent in his rooms rehearsing the piece on his mandolin.
So, the time came and Dirven returned to the beach. He found Talla and (to a disappointment that he hid fairly well, we think) her friends at a spot that was just a bit more crowded than he might have hoped. Sea turtles were supposed to be coming into the bay and onto the beach around moonrise, that night, and as it turned out, the resort staff had organized an impromptu party to entertain the guests who had gathered to await the spectacle. When the staff saw that Dirven had arrived with his mandolin in hand, they were overjoyed, thinking, perhaps, that he had showed up to entertain all of the guests rather than just the one, he'd been hired to play Temtibi Bay, more than once before, you see," The Trill offers a faint shake of his head, dismissing that last as being unimportant to the story.
He sips, smiles, and, then, continues. "Anyway, as he was truly trying to impress Talla, and refusing the staff's requests for him to play would likely have been considered rude, Dirven gave in to the coaxing and launched into a set that he had intended to end with the song he'd written about her. Being the showman that he was, the farther he got through his set, the more people were drawn from other parts of the beach and, by the time he'd gotten to the point where he was going to wrap the unplanned concert up with Blue on the Bay, there was quite a sizeable crowd. During his performance, as the crowd grew, he had strolled out onto the trunk of one of those Sakanar Palms that leaned over the beach, using it as a makeshift stage as it would let him better see his audience and vice versa.
So, he's standing there on the palm, and when finds Talla in the crowd he announces the song. ‘Thank you, Thank you,'" Tochi imitates Dirven's voice, "‘You've been a wonderful audience. The turtles will be coming into the bay, soon, I think, and I know most of you came here tonight for them and not me. If you good people don't mind, though, I'd like to play you one last song,'" The XO grins a bit, almost chuckling but not quite. "At this point, Dirven is moving to actually sit on the palm's trunk," he explains before continuing with his impersonation of the past host, "‘I was inspired to write this, on this very beach, just yesterday, ladies and gentlemen, by a glimpse of beauty so magical and pure that it spoke to my very heart and soul,' He's got himself seated, now, and he's locking eyes with Talla as he shifts his weight and readies his instrument, ‘I call it Blue on the Bay and, I humbly dedicate it to Talla zh'Tisia.' He strums out the first few chords and is just about to start singing when he makes the mistake of shifting his weight, again," Tochi's grin has broadened and there is the hint of a blush showing just at the edge of his spots, "He'd shifted just a bit too much, we imagine, and found himself slipping off of the trunk. He was already rather embarrassed that he was about to fall off the tree and onto the beach, of course, not the ideal way to end a concert, but as he slipped, his swim trunks caught on a jutting piece of bark. So, slip, rip, and flip, and there's Dirven, tumbling to the beach, wearing nothing but his spots and an abashed smile."
Tochi does chuckle, now, the blush blooming a bit more as he recalls feeling that embarrassment. "As humiliating as it was, though, we believe it was that moment that, finally, for whatever reason, endeared him enough to Talla that he and she went on to have quite a passionate relationship that lasted years as opposed to the days or weeks."
He shrugs a bit, still smiling, and regards the Andorian sitting across from him; "So, embarrassing enough to count, Asovil?"
((OOC: And, again, I've gotten kind of longwinded, Not bad for having to make up that story on the fly, I suppose. I kind of figure that these two will be getting around to wrapping up their conversation at this point, Tochi going off to get his workout in and Asovil going to tend to other matters (or continue following along with Tochi if that's her preference). So, interjections, interruptions, and what have you, at your discretion, Brom. ))
Posted on 2016-09-03 at 12:02:25.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: LOL
She might be... and the XO might be just a bit distracted by her, as well.
That said, given the events and stress of the day, when Tochi finished his shift his intent was to "think of anything but work for the next hour or so" and, as such, he's kind of back-burnered the thought for the time being in deference to a bit of normalcy... He's most certainly got plans to address the situation as there will be some pretty major fallout from the whole thing but, right now, that particular ball is in the hands of Lt Sh'iraolnas and Capt Drake. It's highly likely, though, that following his fencing workout, Tochi will pop-in on Chief Crane for a bit of a chat. We'll see how things develop.
Posted on 2016-09-03 at 07:36:30.
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