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Topic: Supernatural / hunter interest?
Subject: Yup...
...WoD and Witchcraft would both be great systems to use for this. I explored the idea of doing a "Supernatural" type game utilizing d20 modern rules, once, as well. It looked like it would work on paper but, as I said, I never really did get that game up and running.
I've got access to a good majority of the Witchcraft system if you care to have a peek, Impulse. 
Posted on 2016-09-13 at 15:56:07.
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Topic: Supernatural / hunter interest?
Subject: Ah yes...
...such good memories! It'd be awesome to breathe some new life into those characters! Alex was so delightfully damaged. Smoke was supremely snarky. And what can we say about Penelope other than rrrrrooowwwwwrrrr! 
Boo Boo, you don't give yourself enough credit.
Posted on 2016-09-13 at 14:44:16.
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Topic: Supernatural / hunter interest?
Subject: Oooooh!
I thought about something similar a few years back, actually... never really did get it off the ground, though...
Sounds like a fun concept to me and I'd definitely entertain the idea.
Also... moved this to the Recruitment Forum.
Posted on 2016-09-13 at 12:36:23.
Edited on 2016-09-13 at 12:37:11 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Shhh...
It's Chyler Leigh. She played Lexie Grey in Grey's Anatomy, Alex Danvers in Supergirl, etc... I think it was the haircut that got me with this one.
Posted on 2016-09-12 at 17:14:19.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Thanks!
I kind of think I should have started with a larger image and, thereby, given myself more flexibility with brush sizes... I might have been able to balance out the burn effects or at least been able to lighten/highlight a bit better. *shrugs* I had fun with it, either way.
Glad you like it, sir!
EDIT: Dude!!! I  you!!! I just figured out what I need to do to fix it!!!...I think... We'll see. 
Posted on 2016-09-12 at 16:17:47.
Edited on 2016-09-12 at 16:19:34 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: More photoshop fun...
...because, apparently, I can't stop myself. 
Allow us to introduce you to PO3 Vish Riva; the Captain's Yeoman.
Edit: Still not 100% happy with the nose ridges on this one but I'm working on it. Riva's only the second Bajoran I've ever attempted.
Posted on 2016-09-12 at 15:54:50.
Edited on 2016-09-12 at 15:56:51 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Correct...
...the delegates appearing aboard the Coronado are part of Ambassador Threel and Ambassador D'Lar's respective entourages. Threel and D'lar are aboard the Peregrine and they each have about half a dozen assistants and/or lesser delegates aboard the Coronado. I can change the lesser delegates names if that's causing any confusion.
Posted on 2016-09-12 at 15:05:36.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Nice!
I'm digging the set up in the Captain's Mess. Korean/Mongolian BBQ makes my tummy happy!
I use word, myself, and backup to the mythical cloud.
Looking forward to the reception. Too bad Asovil's not wearing that dress... actually, maybe that's a good thing.
Posted on 2016-09-11 at 18:12:59.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Interlude: A scene from the Coronado
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Coronado; Deck 7; Seven-Forward - 1805
"You don't really think this summit will accomplish anything, do you?" the Kuldaran diplomat queried, stroking the long strands of his mustachios before taking a contemplative sip of his beverage, "Our people have been, openly, at war for decades and, to be honest, over nothing. What makes you think that a Starfleet mediated conference will do anything to change that?"
"Heh," chuffed the Rytain emissary following a quick tip of his drink to his lips, "After decades of warfare over nothing, what else is there? Obviously, our constant skirmishes are getting us nowhere, and the subterfuge that accompanied the open aggression has done little else to diffuse or rectify the situation," there was a shrugging of pale, narrow shoulders at this point, "what other option is there?"
"More war," the wolfish Kuldaran conceded with a shrug, as if it was something he had come to not only expect but be accustomed to as well, "it is the way of things, after all."
"That is true enough, K'mpok," the Rytain nodded in concession, "but, at the same time, war has proven fruitless for both of our peoples. If anything, it has done nothing but suppress each of our potentials. At best, it has made us more durable, but to what end?"
"Did I say decades," K'mpok snickered, his yellow eyes reflecting the starlight that filetered through the windows of the Coronado's longue, "I should have said centuries! Tell me, Thrahl, how much do you truly to be accomplished in a three day summit when our people have been purposefully trying to eliminate each other for three thousand times that long? As much as we'd both like to believe it, you and I both know it's not liable to happen."
"Please," Captain Jacobs scoffed over the rim of the glass that contained his own, significantly watered own drink, "gentlemen. Neither of your parties have had the benefit of Federation intervention before now. I'm sure that you'll find, with proper mediation, that the differences between your people can easily be moderated and, as a result, the conditions of your concord will be mutually beneficial to all parties concerned."
"Exceedingly beneficial to the Federation, you mean, Captain," K'mpok snarled without truly meaning to, "After all, should this summit go as you and Thrahl expect, Starfleet will have access to an expansive lode of dilithium by which your starships can be powered and, as a result, maintain an occupier's presence in any number of Kuldar controlled systems," The Kuldaran snorted, brushed a few, braided and bone-beaded shocks of hair behind one marginally pointed ear, and continued; "Not to mention the countless resources that the Rytainians might provide in order to secure their continued protection by the UFP," He sipped at the thick, blood-red concoction that filled half of his Glass, then, and arched an unruly brow in suspicion, "What are we to think aside from the fact that your people are tired of losing to our superior forces and looking for a diplomatic solution rather than conceding your defeat as a more honorable race might?"
"Do NOT challenge the honor of my people, K'mpok," the Rytain delegate grumbled, almost rising from his seat as he did so, "We have resisted your advances for, as you say, centuries, and have yet to crumble to your aggression!"
"Delegate K'mpok," Captain Jacobs pleaded diplomatically, setting his glass aside, "Delegate Thrahl; please! We are trying to usher in a new era of peace and understanding between your peoples. Starfleet's interest in the dilithium you may provide access to as a result is tertiary, at best. Our primary concern is peace between each of your worlds and colonies and, thereby, extended peace and tolerance throughout the galaxy as a whole."
This statement from the Coronado's captain spurred an eruption of laughter from both the Rytain and Kuldaran seconds to the ambassadors currently billeted aboard the Peregrine. "Were that true, Captain Jacobs," K'mpok responded from behind an almost feral grin "your Federation would be having little to do with the troubles between our peoples.
In fact, if it weren't for the dilitihium deposits that would be made available to your precious Starfleet, we highly doubt that your kind would have any interest in us at all. Your interest is tertiary at best, not at least."
Thrahl nodded his head in agreement as he sipped at his drink and Captain Jacobs scowled as if his personal honor had been challenged by the wolfish man's statement. "I can assure you, Delegate K'mpok, that your assessment is as flawed as the reasons behind the conflict between your people and those of delegate Thrahl's, as well.
Yes; the dilitium deposits that the Federation would be provided in the best outcome of this scenario would be beneficial to extending our cause and purpose, but, our primary goal is to foster peace and harmony throughout the galaxy, regardless of creed or culture. We're all here to understand one another and,"
K'mpok raised a decidedly furry hand to forestall any further words from the Coronado's commanding officer. "While we appreciate your sentiment, Captain," he almost purred, "we also understand the machinations of politicians, regardless of race or origin, and, as such, have very little faith in the promises made by politicians such as yourself. The Kuldar do not, in any sense, put any faith or trust in,"
"I am not a politician," Jacobs protested, clumping his glass down hard on the table to punctuate the statement, "I am a Starfleet Captain, assigned to ensure that both of your come to a reasonable understanding in regards to the pointlessness of your peoples' continuing aggression toward one anoth,"
"A politician," Thrahl chuckled, lifting his glass of strained green juice in salute to the Kuldaran across the table, "true and to the core!"
"Indeed," K'mpok chuckled gruffly, returning the Rytain's salute before taking an almost gluttonous swallow from the mug, "and truly a politician of human decent. No one outside of Starfleet would deem it so simple."
"Ha! There is truth in your words, wolf man," Thrahl laughed much to the unspoken consternation of Captain Jacobs.
"Gentlemen," the starship captain sighed, shaking his head, "I can assure you that," he shook his head again and, unable to come up with the words for which he searched, looked almost demandingly to the first officer who flanked him.
"Gentlemen," Commander Farr started at the glance lobbed at her from Captain Jacobs, "please, let me assure you that what Captain Jacobs says can be taken as absolute truth given our orders from Starfleet Command and, thereby, the UFP as a whole. Our interest in your dilithium is only a matter of passing convenience. It has nothing to do, at all, with our over-arcing interest in seeing your people learning to co-exist despite your differences."
"If that were truly the case, Commander," Thrahl sighed with no small amount of condescension in his tone, "would it not also stand to reason that the Federation would have intervened before now?"
"Before now," Commander Farr returned with a smile intended to buffer the Rytain's contempt, "the Prime Directive prohibited us from taking,"
"Pach and p'tah on your Prime Directive," K'mpok spat, "All that invoking that particular edict proves is that, until now, your Federation deemed both my people and Thrahl's as beneath your notice."
Jacobs reddened at that and Farr, also, flushed with a tinge that may have been more embarrassment than anger. "Beneath our notice, I think, might be a misinterpretation, Delegate," Bethanny countered as diplomatically as she could manage. "The Prime Directive, as found in the Articles of the Federation, Chapter I, Article II, Paragraph VII states: ‘Nothing within these Articles of Federation shall authorize the United Federation of Planets to intervene in matters which are essentially the domestic jurisdiction of any planetary social system, or shall require the members to submit such matters to settlement under these Article of Federation. But this principle shall not prejudice the application of enforcement measures under,"
"Enforcement measures," the Kuldaran stressed from behind a wolfish grin as he and Thrahl exchanged a knowing glance.
",Chapter VII," Commander Farr finished, only slightly disheartened by K'mpok's focusing on those two words. Only slightly disheartened but, now, somewhat more than slightly questioning her own interpretation of the Federation's guiding principle, especially with Captain Jacobs so close.
Thrahl offered a vaguely complacent smile and shrug. "The Rytain and Kuldar do not agree on much," the delegate droned, "but, in this case, I am afraid that my counterpart, here, may have the right of it."
"How so, Delegate Thrahl?" Jacobs didn't so much ask as flatly demand. "The Federation has done all in its power, within the bounds of the Prime Directive, to aid in bringing this conflict of yours to an end, especially in recent years,"
"Everything just short of those enforcement measures to which your First Officer just referred, Captain," K'mpok interjected, "and, as we see it, only after it became obvious that Starfleet's potential access to our dilithium came to be threatened."
"As the right of each sentient species to line in accordance with its normal cultural evolution is considered sacred," Jacobs nearly blustered in reply, "no Starfleet personnel may interfere with the normal and healthy development of alien life and culture,"
"In what part of the galaxy are decades, even centuries, of war considered normal and healthy, I wonder," Thrahl mused pointedly, "Millions of people on both sides have lost their lives to this conflict,"
"Not at all healthy," K'mpok agreed.
",Such interference includes introducing superior knowledge, strength, or technology," Jacobs continued, his tone rising a bit, "to a world whose society is incapable of handling such advantages wisely,"
"Which brings us right back to where we began," K'mpok rumbled, "our people are beneath you enough that you are ‘forbidden' from sharing your knowledge, strength and technology and, yet, suddenly, this ‘superior knowledge' is deemed shareable as it relates to ushering in a peace that, if successful, has distinct advantages for you.
Tell me, Captain Jacobs; when your politics fail are those aforementioned enforcement measures not far behind?"
Jacobs fell silent as all eyes at the table fell on him, awaiting his response. He made a conscious effort to swallow the vitriol that arose from having to have this conversation with these lesser delegates as opposed to Ambassadors Threel and D'Lar, It was beneath him, after all, and this wasn't the way things were have supposed to have gone,
"I can assure you, Delegate K'mpok," Commander Farr offered when Captain Jacobs didn't offer up a more immediate response, "that the Federation has no intention of any such action."
"We shall see," the Kuldaran said, arching one wild brow, "Commander."
"And when you do," Jacobs said, smiling subtly, "you'll see that everything we've told you, here, is true."
"Yes," K'mpok scoffed, "one way or another, I'm certain we'll be seeing things your way."
Thrahl chuckled softly, perhaps even a bit nervously, and lifted his hands in resignation. "I think we can all agree that this summit will not be an easy thing," he said, "and there will be many steps along the way to seeing the end of this,"
",But, as long as we keep taking those steps forward," Bethanny smiled across the table at the Rytain delegate, "there is an end to be seen."
"Just so, Commander Farr," Thrahl nodded, returning the smile.
Posted on 2016-09-11 at 09:19:02.
Edited on 2016-09-11 at 09:20:45 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: LOL
Hoo boy! Half of the crew is liable to be confined to quarters before we get to the Gamera system.
Posted on 2016-09-10 at 09:10:01.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: hooray for fluff and catching up!
I, too, have fluffed(excuse me) and have gotten Tochi up to the point where he's all but set to leave to attend the reception. Pretty sure there's room for interaction there at the end, if nowhere else.
Welcome back, Brennus!
Posted on 2016-09-09 at 14:24:11.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Distractions, directives, and more distractions (aka Fluff post)
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Deck 5; Corridor - 1635
As exasperating as the majority of his day had been, Lt Zai's mood was practically soaring when he strolled out of the Observation Lounge and made for the holosuite. The fatigued, almost sullen expression that had been etched on his features when he had abandoned the bridge, not quite two hours ago, was gone, replaced, now, by a spirited mien crafted by unexpectedly pleasant conversation and a brief respite from the stresses of the past hours. Those factors that had sculpted his earlier scowl were far from forgotten, of course, and still weighed on the XO's mind, but, the mealtime conversation he had just shared with Asovil had separated him from it enough, mentally, that the burden seemed considerably lessened. Lessened enough, in fact, that the Trill might have been heard happily humming to himself as he strode along the corridor, and, had he been heard by anyone who knew the tune, they might have recognized it as Blue on the Bay. As the last couple of bars hummed past Tochi's lips, he drew up to the door of the holosuite and tapped a sequence into the console.
"Computer," he said when the console bleeped its acknowledgement, "Load program Zai-99-pi-beta-1987."
=/=Program loaded,=/= the computer responded, =/= Encounter level?=/=
"Challenging."
=/=Acknowledged. Your opponent has been selected. You may enter when ready, Lt Zai.=/=
The door slid away and Tochi stepped through, entering a scene created by the holosuite that he didn't quite recognize. It was a large room, constructed of large, expertly worked stone and timbers, with narrow windows spaced along one wall that admitted the sounds of birdsong and of waves crashing on some nearby but unseen shore. On other walls there hung ancient, unrecognizable tapestries and paintings that broke the monotony of the cold stone and iron torch rings that were affixed at strategic intervals. The rings were devoid of torches, though, leaving the room to be lit only by the sunlight that streaked through the narrow windows and the tallows that flickered from myriad candelabras that surmounted the room's rich, wooden furnishings and the mantle above the hearth that dominated the far wall. Before this hearth stood what appeared to be a dark-haired human man, clad in dark brown trousers that were tucked into supple leather boots, a long vest, possibly crafted from the same leather as the boots, was worn over a beige tunic, and closed at the waist by a broad belt from which hung what appeared to be a Toledo Salamanca rapier.
Interesting, Tochi mused, grinning at the fact that the holosuite's programming had also seen fit to replace the uniform he'd been wearing with an outfit not dissimilar from that worn by the man at the other end of the room, only in hues of black and blue as opposed to the other's earthy tones. The Trill retrieved his own rapier from his, now, out-of-time duffel and set the bag aside. Securing the blade in the frog hanging from his belt, he advanced another couple of steps into the room. "Good evening, Maestro," he called to the dark, curly-haired man before the hearth, "We are Tochi Zai,"
At that, his opponent finally turned from his contemplation of the hearth, arched a brow, and lobbed a sneer that made the thick mustache above his lip wriggle like some great caterpillar. "Hello," the man nearly spat the word, drawing the Toledo Salamanca and rendering a salute with it at the same time, "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!"
Tochi's eyes went wide, his brows crawling higher on his forehead, for just an instant. Then, as a roguish smile replaced the briefly shocked expression, he couldn't help but chuckle as he drew his own blade, and returned the Spaniard's salute. This should be fun, he thought as the computer sounded out a trio of beeps.
=/=En garde,*beep*, prêts, *beep*, allez! *booooooop*=/=
Deck 2; XO's quarters - 1805
The door to his quarters whispers shut behind him and a smiling but very sweaty Tochi Zai pads across the maroon-hued carpet and into the living area. "You killed my father," he chuckles under his breath, shaking his head faintly, and thumbs away a rivulet of perspiration that was trickling it's way through the maze of spots at his temple, "prepare to die." He stops at a bank of cabinets issuing from the bulkhead which partitions the living space from the sleeping area, retrieves his rapier from his duffel, and returns it to its proper place on the wall-mounted display rack with his other blades. The bout with this Inigo Montoya had been as challenging as he had hoped it would have been and, to be honest, a much more humorous contest than he would have ever imagined, We'll have to remember to look him up at some point, he told himself, closing his duffel with his unworn whites still inside and, after stepping into the sleeping area, relegating the bag to the floor of the closet there, Quite the determined swordsman, We're surprised we've not heard of him before.
"Computer," he calls into the air as his mind turns to the upcoming reception for the ambassadors, "time?"
=/=The time is eighteen hundred hours, five minutes.=/=
"Swimmers and Walkers," Tochi grumbles, blinking almost in disbelief at the time announced by the computer, "Did it last that long? We'll most certainly have to investigate Maestro Montoya further, then." Before closing the closet, again, he retrieved his dress uniform from where it hung and carried it into the lavatory with him, hanging it next to the door before, first, considering the sonic shower and, then, deciding on the hot water version instead given the amount of perspiring he'd done in doing battle with the holographic Spaniard. The hot, pulsating jets of water would do his aching muscles good and, certainly, would rinse the sharp tang of sweat from his skin just as well as sonic shower might have.
Emerging from the shower some time later, Tochi wraps a towel around his waist and, as he regards his reflection in the mirror and debates on shaving, queries the computer once more; "Computer; time?"
=/=The time is eighteen hundred hours, seventeen minutes.=/=
Still studying his reflection, the Trill runs a hand over his whisker stubbled cheek, nods faintly, and asks; "Location of Lt Sh'iraolnas?"
=/=Lt Sh'iraolnas is currently in her quarters - Deck Two, Cabin,=/=
"Thank you," Tochi says, blinking into the mirror and wondering what had prompted him to even ask as to the CSO's whereabouts,
Your spots are purple, Toch, Leah Finnley's voice titters at him from recent memory.
,He offers his reflection a sheepish grin and a shake of his head, then, and, deciding against a shave, pushes away from the counter and exits the lavatory with his dress uniform (freshly steamed by the shower's mist) in hand. Best to put that from our mind, right now, he warned himself, padding back into the living area and toweling the lingering damp from his hair, we're going to have a Kasru-type engagement with this reception, not one leaning towards Dirven's predilections.
"Right," he chuckled softly, setting about getting himself dressed and groomed for the reception and, at least attempting to mentally prepare himself for further interactions with D'Lar and Threel. He manages to have some success with that, of course, but, still finds himself absently humming Blue on the Bay as he does.
((OOC: I figure Tochi will be exiting his quarters right around 1845-1850 or thereabouts... just for timeframe notation purposes.))
Posted on 2016-09-09 at 14:16:59.
Edited on 2016-09-09 at 14:26:42 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: "I'm so glad Asovil isn't in charge of my characters..."
Says that one, tough Cookie we have posted in Medical!
Never apologize for "going deep" into the game, Boo Boo. It adds depth and color to the thing, overall, and, to be honest, a LOT (if not all) of us do the same thing.
Posted on 2016-09-09 at 11:13:39.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Wooo, activity!
A couple of comments to catch up on the QA posts:
Boo Boo - Let's assume (if senior staff concurs, of course) that when an enlisted crew member is confined to quarters as Chief Crane has been that they're not necessarily confined to their billeted quarters but, instead, a cabin set aside specifically for that purpose (not quite the brig but not exactly "home room," either)... Perhaps said cabin has a replicator installed or, when a crew member is confined, arrangements are made through security/ops to see that those needs are taken care of.
Amara - Thanks! I knew the hair wasn't exactly Dio, but that face!!! Dio always struck me as being "pretty," I guess is the best way to describe it and, for some reason, that was the face that popped into my mind. Definitely not Ra's personality, and definitely a bit "older looking" than he was in the Stargate film... It was mainly the face that got me.
Haemis - LOVED the post... sounds to me like McTavish might be something of a savant where his ships are concerned.
Brennus - Looking forward to the post! Glad you're finding a bit of time, here and there!
Aaaaaand, as for me, I've got a fluff piece for Tochi in the works, covering the timeframe from leaving the Aerie and getting ready for the reception.
Happy weekend, everyone!!!
Posted on 2016-09-09 at 07:42:46.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Ah... but who's to say...
...that there was only one mole (if there are any at all)?
There is no spoon.
The mole is a lie.
These are not the droids you are looking for.
Edit: Actually, with diplomatic missions such as this one, secure communications are expected protocol for the visiting ambassadors as any of their communiques could easily fall into the realm of "diplomatic immunity." Soooo.... unless we've got someone from SF Intel aboard who's going to bypass those protocols and possibly set of an intergalactic incident in doing so, Security doesn't get to eavesdrop.
Posted on 2016-09-08 at 16:04:46.
Edited on 2016-09-08 at 16:08:05 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Yes, sir!
We discussed them posting ahead back on page 73 of the QA, I believe. As you'd made me aware that there likely wasn't much going to happen plot-wise for the span of a couple of game days, I gave them the nod so to speak.
Anyhoo... question regarding the pending dinner reception: Attending officers are expected to be in dress uniforms, I'm guessing? Are we going with the long, department-colored versions or the dress whites? I need to figure out how to accessorize and can't do a darn thing with these spots until we know.
Also - groovy silver-screen post! Shifty, paranoia inducing, little so-and-so!
Posted on 2016-09-08 at 15:37:12.
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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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