ILLUMINARRPG: (7-2355) SFI Michael Weston/CMO Dr. Quinna Solice

[Al Muir]

NRPG: Trying something here to see how it works. Anyone that wants to get involved with this better act quick. First come first served.


RPG:


Mission: Death in the Shadows

Day 7

Stardate: 2446.02.07


(USS Illuminar-Deck 4- Sickbay- SFI Michael Weston/CMO Dr. Quinna Solice-2355)


Michael had been able to get to his quarters, change into an outfit the seemed more appropriate for a late evening date.  He put on black slacks and a matching turtle neck shirt.  He put a charcoal jacket over the ensemble.  Making sure he had everything he needed in his pockets he headed out to meet Quinna.  He hadn’t been waiting long when Quinna arrived.


He smiled at her and turned on his charm, “You look… out of this world.  Shall we go  in?”


“If not now, then we never go.”  Quinna gave a longing look to Michael. “Lets go.”


He took hold of Quinna’s hand and put it around his arm, and the two of them stepped forward into Officers Lounge, which everyone had dubbed the Prancing Pony.


As they walked in the lights were dimmed and there was someone on a stage at the front of the room, performing a song.  It was a lively little number and Michael started bopping his head to the beat.  He looked and pointed out the table that had several officers around, including Sienna and T’Mur.  Michael shook his head and headed to the bar.


“You picked a good night to come,” the bartender said with a smile, “the performances tonight have been out of this world.  You missed the FO singing to T’Mur, and then she turned right back around and sang a song to Sienna.  It was spectacular.  I almost forgot she was a Vulcan.”


It did not surprise Quinna about the two.  They never seem to be a part.


Michael nodded, “How do you get on the card?”


“You just need to sign up at the side of the stage,” the bartender told him.  “But you better do it quickly.  The crowd tends to clear out between 0000 and 0100.”


“Thanks,” Michael said.  “I’ll have a scotch and water, light water.”  The bartender nodded.  “And you my dear?”


“Red wine Spritzer plus a couple shots.”  Quinna ordered. “I see a table, perhaps I will go sit.”


Michael nodded, “I’ll be right over with the drinks.”


Quinna moved to a table close to the others but still had a table between them.  She purposely made no eye contact with anyone.  Michael was right, this may be harder than she thought.  She watched no one in particular.


T’Mur had been aware of the entrance of the couple immediately, but had not drawn attention to them.  She wanted to have an opportunity to speak with Quinna first.  She patted Sienna’s hand, and whispered in her ear.  Sienna nodded and T’Mur stood up.  She made her way through the crowd towards the table Quinna had selected.


“Quinna, it is agreeable that you chose to come tonight.  You and Michael Weston should come and join us.”


Quinna turned her head, “There is not enough room.  And I don’t think it would be appropriate right now.”  Quinna said.  It came out more easily than she thought.


T’Mur raised an eyebrow, “I am certain that we could make room.  We do still have a seat available, and I am certain management would allow us an extra chair.”


Quinna turned her head and look T’Mur in the eyes.  “I am trying to be polite but really I don’t want to join.  I think it is best you just go back to where you were sitting.”


Now T’Mur looked at Quinna with earnest.  She contemplated her next words carefully.  “I do not mean to intervene with your evening with Mr. Weston, however, I really think that you, myself, and Sienna need to speak about what transpired yesterday.  You must know that we do not blame you for your actions.  And I would expect that you would understand mine, considering the circumstances.”


“You know, I am a little tired of being the third wheel in this friendship.  You and her, against me.  I am trying to make a life but right now, you two need to stay out of it.”jui


Michael stepped up to the table, and put the drinks on the table.  “Good evening Ensign, I hope you’re having an enjoyable evening.  Quinna and I are trying to have a… private evening together, if you know what I mean.  I’m sure you came over to invite us to your group, but we… would like some us time.  Do you mind?”


T’Mur stood up stiffly and contemplated Weston’s words.  “I understand.  You are preparing for a pre-mating experience.  I will leave you to your business.  Please, enjoy your evening, and… have fun.”


Michael winked at T’Mur and said, “We plan it.”


When T’Mur left Michael sat down.  “How are you doing?”


Quinna looked at her drink and took a shot first.  “I am doing great. So did you sign up to sing?”  Quinna scared herself on how easy that was.


Michael smiled, “Not yet.  Do you sing?  I don’t want to embarrass you.”

“I don’t sing, except in the sonic shower.”  Quinna admitted, “But I would love to hear you sing.  I bet you are incredible.”


Michael laughed, “God no.  I was kidding.  My shower threatens to close up shop when I sing in it.  It’s why my cat ran away.”


As the performer was finishing their song Weston put a serious look on his face.  “Stage 1, separate me from the captain.  Then you.  For now, we need to fight.”


“You say the sweetest things to me, Dear.”  Quinna replied.


Suddenly Michael slammed his hands on the table, causing the glasses to rattle on it, “Damn it!, Why are you always defending that bastard.  He is an unfeeling, uncaring traitor to the true Federation.”


Quinna jumped to her feet, “Who the hell are you to make that judgement, after all he saved your ass.  Or have you forgotten?”


“No, I have not forgotten who “saved my ass”,” he replied, “it was you.  Why do think I’ve trying to tell about these problems.  I don’t owe him crap.  You, I owe.  You, I care about.  You’ve got to see the reason.  He is part of the problem.”


By now the whole room had stopped to look at them.  They both stopped their argument to look around them.  Michael was in the role now and had no compunctions about anything he was doing now.  “What are you people looking at?  You’ve never seen a disagreement.  Maybe your captain doesn’t allow it.”


He shook his head in disgust, then turned back to Quinna.  “Fine, you don’t believe me?  I’ll show you something that will make a believer out of you.  Come on.”


He grabbed her arm and dragged Quinna towards the door.


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(posted by Al Muir and Kris B)

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