SIM:James-Shore Leave, DS-285
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- Mission: Zero Tolerance
- Ship: USS Discovery-C
- Started: 238903.23
- Ended: 238907.15
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((James' Quarters, USS Discovery-C)) :: James had walked back to his quarters after the promotion, in a slight daze. Walking into his room he was overcome with how untidy it was... although after a few minutes of unpacking, he soon gave up the endeavor, leaving just his posters on the wall and some of his clothes scattered around the ground. Realizing that he was in no state to unpack, he he turned to the computer screen above the replicator. :: 0o I really should send a message to my parents... I suppose I would have to get permission though. 0o JAMES: Computer, what is the procedure for requesting a long-distance call, please? ((OCC: I suspect it would be whoever is in charge of Com, but I can't find out who that is from the wiki. I suspect it might be a PNPC, but its not on there! Anyway, I thought this would be a good way to both ask the question and work on his backstory!))
Home
((James' Quarters, USS Discovery-C)) :: James had walked back to his quarters after the promotion, in a slight daze. Walking into his room he was overcome with how untidy it was... although after a few minutes of unpacking, he soon gave up the endeavor, leaving just his posters on the wall and some of his clothes scattered around the ground. Realizing that he was in no state to unpack, he he turned to the computer screen above the replicator. :: 0o I really should send a message to my parents... I suppose I would have to get permission though. 0o JAMES: Computer, what is the procedure for requesting a long-distance call, please? COMPUTER: The current Coms officer has authority. 0o Ah, that's me... 0o JAMES: In that case please route a call to planet my parents through the stations public array with a low priority... scratch that medium priority. 0o That should deal with any question of taking advantage of my authority in this case... not that there should be any, this is quite justifiable. 0o COMPUTER: Connecting. :: The screen in front of James flickered to attention. Before him was his his Mother's office, back on Vulcan, the sun was streaming through the open window, creating a slight effect on the view screen - before James activated the compensation filter, that is. In the middle of the screen was a gentle looking Terran - his Mother. :: JAMES: Hello, Mother. K. NAKUMRA: James? I didn't expect to hear from you for a while! Hows your first commission? :: With a wide grin. :: Running the place yet?! JAMES: Well, its certainly been eventful. As soon as I boarded the Discovery I had to find a new host for a trill and slightly later I had to balance the power of two ships as we removed one from the surface of a planet! K. NAKUMRA: Wow... That seems like quite the eventful day! So are you on Shore leave now? JAMES: Not officially, although I will be in about half an hour. Something else also happened today... I got promoted. K. NAKUMRA: Oh, James! Just you wait until your Father hears he will be so proud! JAMES: He's at work? K. NAKUMRA: Yes, some kind of new discovery, he hasn't been home for a few days now. Still, gives me some time to work in peace. It hasn't been the same without my little helper! :: James blushed slightly at that name :: K. NAKUMRA: Anyway, your quarters are a mess! I didn't JAMES: :: Cutting her off. :: Mother! This is the first chance I've had to sit down, let alone unpack! I'm going to do that later.... K. NAKUMRA: :: Laughing slightly. :: Heh, you still can't tell when I'm teasing you! Anyway, I'm afraid I'll have to go. Your Father usually takes a break around now, and I have some news to tell him! Bye. JAMES: Bye. COMPUTER: Transmission terminated. :: James moved away from the terminal, kicking his luggage out of the way and unfolding his bed. When it was fully unfolded, he threw himself on it and fell fast asleep. ::
I don't wake up easily
((James' Quarters, USS Discovery-C)) :: Darkness. All around James was darkness. And a constant whine. Then James opened his eyes. He was lying in a strange bed... no his bead, this is his quarters. :: 0o What's that noise... 0o :: He lifted himself out of bed noticing that he must have woke up at some point and put on pajamas. When he had fully untangled himself from the beadsheets, he slipped his dressing gown on, the replica from one of his favorite books, and also put on his slippers. :: 0o Where is it coming from... Wait! The door! 0o :: After his revelation, he started to head for the door. While heading there he wondered who could be calling him. Upon reaching the door he opened it and saw two women. One he recognised as Shagan but the other was of yet known to him. Both where wearing dresses which he was quite certain where not regulation. He opened his mouth to ask why they where here when it hit him... :: JAMES: nga'chuq... we where going out drinking tonight?!
Oops
JAMES: nga'chuq... we where going out drinking tonight?! COLLIM: Well I sure didn't dress like this to play hover ball. ::her mood and attitude suddenly shifting, she pushed passed him to get out of the corridor:: Sorry, for being pushy but I'm Counselor Collim, ship's counselor... ::stopping and turning on a heel:: and as such it's my job to make sure everyone is happy. It's my understanding you and your fellow Lt. j.g.'s are in need of a celebration. ::looking him up and down:: I hope you're going to wear something a little... less wrinkled. JAMES: :: Waking up :: I apologise Miss Collim, I shall just go and get dressed now. 0o What am I supposed to ware anyway? 0o I must have left before hearing about tonight's plans... I should't be long... Please come inside and :: clears thought :: 'make yourself at home'. :: James runs back inside his room and locks the door. ::
Preparations
:: James ran back inside his room and locks the door. :: COGUD: What happened to coming inside? 0o Damn, I forgot about that... 0o Anyone: Response COGUD: ::Yelling:: James, I thought you said we could come in!? JAMES: Ah, sorry... I just woke up. :: James opens the door, looking slightly sheepish. :: :: James entered his bedroom, closing the door. He heads over to the replicator terminal and sets the volume low. :: JAMES: Computer, what am I supposed to wear on a night out? 0o Hopefully no one heard that... 0o COMPUTER: :: Loudly :: There is incificiant data to inform you what you should where on a night out. 0o Damn they almost certentlly heard.... I suppose I'll just go formal. 0o JAMES: Computer, please synthesize a Vulcan formal dress... With a Starfleet logo on the breast. :: Grabbing the new dress James changed, he would have liked to have had some time to shower but did not want to keep them waiting. After a few seconds of preparation he stepped out of his room. :: JAMES: I apologise for keeping you waiting. ANYONE: [Tag] JAMES: So, where are we going?
Social Skills
((James' Quarters, USS Discovery-C)) JAMES: I apologise for keeping you waiting. ANYONE: [Tag] JAMES: So, where are we going? :: James noticed Shagan attempting, what appeared, to zip up Collim's dress. :: SHAGAN: Anyone know this base? I've never been here. :: Her voice wavered slightly.:: Maybe we could ask the computer? JAMES: A excellent idea. 0o My room is a mess... 0o Oh, and I apologize for the state of my room, I've yet to unpack. 0o Not that its much better usually! 0o JAMES: Computer, please prepare a document containing a list of 0o What are they called... 0o umm... Taverns, Drinking holes, Bars, Pubs... ANYONE: [Tag] JAMES: Yes, Clubs 0o Why didn't I think of this first... 0o or any other licenced provider of alcohol and send it to my PADD... Specifically my personal one. 0o Best to keep that stuff of the ships network... 0o :: James went to a box containing a pile of paperback books with a single PADD lying on top. :: 0o Ah, my little library arrived OK. 0o :: James picks the PADD up and turns it on. He then brings it to the group so they can see the results. :: 0o I have no clue what to look for... Kinda wish I spent more time socializing when I was in the Academy... 0o :: On his way back he whispered to Shagan. :: JAMES: If you are having trouble re-zipping Miss Collim then I can create a diversion. SHAGAN: [Tag]
The wait
((Club district, DS-285)) SHAGAN: Well ::put an arm around Cogud's shoulder and grinned:: this is going to be fun! Kieran, stop trying to pull that dress down, it's not going to magically get longer. COLLIM: ::keeping her voice low:: I... I hate this dress. You will have to kill me to get me in it again. SHAGAN: [Tag] WESTERBRIDGE:: looks at the counselor and smiles :: Counselor, that dress looks dashing. ::Kieran smiled at Tom.:: COLLIM: Thank you. Please, call me Kieran. ::taking a breath:: Sorry about earlier. I'm sure it wasn't the best first impression you needed of the ship's counselor. 0o Actually, I think I'd prefer a counsellor who exhibits emotions... 0o WESTERBRIDGE: RESPONSE COLLIM: Still... COGUD: ::Cogud smiled at Tom and then he turned to the Doctor who still had her arm around his shoulder:: Er.. Doc, is there anyone from the Achilles here that you recognise? SHAGAN: RESPONSE COGUD: Well I only ask because, well I think I mentioned it to James on the bridge. JAMES: Hmm, care to elaborate? COGUD: Rule 111, Treat people in debt like family... 0o Ah. 0o Exploit them. I would say the crew of the Achilles are 'In our debt' so to speak. So Doc could you point me out an Achilles crew member, one who was infected would be nice, and if you come with me, I could probably move us up a couple spots in line. SHAGAN: [Tag] COGUD: Or we could wait here for the rest of the evening. :: James struggled with the morality of the situation, before concluding that Cogud was going to do it anyway, so they might as well join him. :: JAMES: While I can't say I agree with the ethics, it would be illogical not to, if you are going to do it anyway. Lead on, Mr. Cogud. SHAGAN: [Tag] COGUD: That's what I thought, now come on Doc, Mr. James we are moving spots. Er Tom, Counselor, do you mind if you hold this spot er.. this might not work out. COLLIM: Uhm... ::looking at Tom and giving a soft smile:: sure. If Tom doesn't mind, I don't mind. WESTERBRIDGE: RESPONSE
Clubbing
((Club district, DS-285)) SHAGAN: Well ::Telice put an arm around Cogud's shoulder and grinned:: this is going to be fun! Kieran, stop trying to pull that dress down, it's not going to magically get longer. COLLIM: ::keeping her voice low:: I... I hate this dress. You will have to kill me to get me in it again. SHAGAN: ::shrugging:: Don't worry, you can go however you want next time. WESTERBRIDGE:: looks at the counselor and smiles :: Counselor, that dress looks dashing. WESTERBRIDGE: [tag] COLLIM: Still... :: Telice pushed back to avoid a wing swinging towards her face, gripping Jorus' shoulder for support. A large creature with a pair of silver wings appeared to be responsible. :: 0o Fascinating. 0o ::The queue moved forward a few steps.:: COGUD: ::Cogud smiled at Tom and then he turned to the Doctor who still had her arm around his shoulder:: Er.. Doc, is there anyone from the Achilles here that you recognise? SHAGAN: ...huh? COGUD: Well I only ask because, well I think I mentioned it to James on the bridge. JAMES: Hmm, care to elaborate? COGUD: Rule 111, Treat people in debt like family... Exploit them. I would say the crew of the Achilles are 'In our debt' so to speak. So Doc could you point me out an Achilles crew member, one who was infected would be nice, and if you come with me, I could probably move us up a couple spots in line. SHAGAN: ::catching up on the words 'Achilles', 'debt' and 'line':: Why, Mr Cogud, are you suggesting I take advantage of my patients? ::She rose an eyebrow.:: COGUD: Or we could wait here for the rest of the evening. JAMES: While I can't say I agree with the ethics, it would be illogical not to, if you are going to do it anyway. Lead on, Mr. Cogud. SHAGAN: Third in line, black hair, blue robe with burgundy stripes. I treated him for plague's first symptoms, I think. COGUD: That's what I thought, now come on Doc, Mr. James we are moving spots. Er Tom, Counselor, do you mind if you hold this spot er.. this might not work out. COLLIM: Uhm... ::looking at Tom and giving a soft smile:: sure. If Tom doesn't mind, I don't mind. WESTERBRIDGE: [tag] SHAGAN: ::snidely:: We'll leave you two alone then. ::She winked at Kieran.:: :: Telice, Jorus and James slid in a single file under the avian's right silver wing and caught up with the Achilles' crew member as he waited, second in line for the entrance. Their manoeuvre did not go unnoticed by the Vulcan bouncers. A typical raised eyebrow directed at them signaled their interest, delivered with uncanny synchronicity. James couldn't help but wonder if any of his old classmates ended up in jobs like this. After all, it would perfectly match their tastes, although there might not be enough bullying for them... :: ::The boys rounded on the Achilles' ensign while the doctor placed herself in front of the young man with her best grin.:: SHAGAN: Ensign Tok, was it? Doctor Shagan, I treated you on the Achilles. I see you are much better! ENSIGN TOK: Ma'am. ::the ensign nodded respectfully.:: Thanks to you, I get to wait here to join my friends instead of my maker. I can't tell you how much I-- SHAGAN: Actually, you can do better. ::She leaned in conspicuously and lowered her voice, capturing the ensign's attention with both her tone and her neckline.:: You see, my friends and I... We are also making the most of this evening to have some fun, while we can! Same for everyone of course... Maybe we could go in together! ENSIGN TOK: I... ::hesitantly:: Yes... of course. SHAGAN: Excellent. ::She gestured at Kieran and Tom to join them.:: By the way, these are Lieutenant Junior Grades Cogud, James and Westerbridge, and Ensign Collim, our counselor. ::She introduced each member of the little ragtag band.:: ANYONE: [tag] ::Then, it was their turn to go in. Vulcan number two, standing on the right and possessing a pair of eyebrows slightly thicker than his colleague, stared the lieutenants down and pointed at a smooth lit up square hovering in front of him. Telice glanced at James. James attempted to avoid the gaze of the Vulcan, having already mentally attributed him to people from the past. :: VULCAN BOUNCER: Put your hand out for identification please. You may then proceed into Athunderestic club. ANYONE: [tag] :: James held his hand out for identification, wondering slightly why it was necessary. :: VULCAN BOUNCER: Proceed. Your phaser-fish will be given to you inside, at the front desk. 0o Phaser-fish? 0o SHAGAN: My what? ::But already she had been shoved inside. Kieran came close second, and they both walked up a lit up path to the front desk. The hall was shroud in darkness but for the lights on either side of the equally dark carpet, leading them, and the occasional burst of controlled lightening gliding along the walls in a sudden zap of azure. Telice kept her hands stuck to her side. A short, blue hair Orion greeted them. The contrast with the bouncers was so startling that the girls could do nothing but stare.:: :: James wandered over to the wall to investigate what looked like a rather primitive, not to mention dangerous, Tesla spark gap. :: 0o Intresting. 0o ORION HOSTESS: Come closer, please. Hold out your hand so I can attach them. :: That line broke James out of his current fascination and into a new one. :: SHAGAN: They will be... detached when we leave, won't they? ORION HOSTESS: ::Offended:: Of course! You don't think we hand them out, do you? COLLIM: Uhm... what are they? ::The boys caught up with them, stumbling in the darkness. A second hostess, Vulcan, came to assist the first.:: WESTERBRIDGE/COGUD: [tag] SHAGAN: We're getting phaser-fishes! COLLIM: I still want to know what it is first. JAMES: I believe I can second that. WESTERBRIDGE/COGUD: [tag] SHAGAN: I don't know, but it sounds cool! :: Telice's attention snapped back to the Orion when the green alien took hold of her wrist, while the Vulcan took care of Kieran. The hostess other hand disappeared under the desk, and a moment later emerged with a struggling, neon red flat fish, long as an eel and slick as a snake, energy crackling around it angrily. Telice only had a moment to realise what was about to happen before the Orion slapped the fish around her wrist. The shock went through her system like cardiopulmonary resuscitation. She jumped a foot in the air and gasped, though no sound came out of her mouth.:: SHAGAN: Awesome. :: James attempted to reach the doctor to give hir a thouough examination. He might not be medical, but he doubted that thing had many good effects. He tried to call her but she didn't look back, and slid an arm around Kieran's waist for support, giggly. :: 0o I don't want one of those things without a thorough report on them. 0o JAMES: :: Turning to the hostess :: Before I get one of those things I'd like to see form number... :: James was cut off by a Vulcan attaching the fish to his arm. Suddenly he was filled with euphoria. :: JAMES: Oh... :: James watched as the others revived theirs before they all headed into the club.The floor was hidden by a thin coat of water sparks clinking together like ice cubs around the girls' shins. In front of them the bar circled an artistic ice pole, imposing blocks of veined onyx further sucking in the electric light, clubbers sitting facing the bartender on white seats made of luminous rocks. Every dancer and drinker has a long neon fish around his, her, or its wrist, pulsing with different colors. On the walls left and right and above them was the dancefloor, gravity fields allowing the club to make the most of the available space. He was also hit by the noise and the crowds in the place. He didn't like it. :: 0o Make it stop, please. I can bearably think! Oh, that fish seems to be ineffective now... 0o :: Turning to the others. :: JAMES: So, :: with a mild grimace of discomfort. :: What do we do now.
Vulcan Brandy
((Club District, DS-285)) ::Telice and Kieran moved to the dance floor leaving Tom, James and Jorus alone:: JAMES: So, :: with a mild grimace of discomfort. :: What do we do now. WESTERBRIDGE: I really need a drink very bad. I'm going to get some drink. COGUD: Good thinking Tom, come on James it will be an adventure. JAMES: :: Starting to relax... :: As long as there is excitement and really wild things... 0o I can't believe I just referenced out loud... these fish must really be doing something to me... 0o ::As Tom ordered himself a drink Cogud turned his focus to James:: COGUD: James I presume dancing is not your thing. JAMES: 0o Well the music doesn’t seem to be 80's or Miku Hatsune... 0o No, I can't say it is in this situation. COGUD: I thought as much, come on lets get something to drink. ::Cogud and James approached the bar, each sitting at a stool, a different bartender came to serve them, he was an Andorian who looked like he had spent his entire life here:: ANDORIAN BARTENDER: What can I get you two gentlemen tonight? COGUD: I'll have some... Kanar, haven't had any for a while and what about you James? JAMES: Umm... Earl Grey tea? COGUD: Your not having that, give him a Vulcan Brandy. 0o Wait there is Vulcan brandy... 0o ANDORIAN BARTENDER: Coming up. :: James picked up his drink, investigating it. It was pale gold in colour, its smell was similar to a cleaning product he used to use to remove grease from his tools. James took a sip. Unfortunately the taste was also reminiscent. :: COGUD: ::Turning to James, you see that empty table in the corner? JAMES: :: Peering through the crowd. :: Yes, I believe I can. COGUD: Lets occupy it JAMES: Ok. :: They headed over to the table and sat at it. :: JAMES: So, Mr. Cogud. 0o What constitutes small talk again... 0o Tell me about yourself. COGUD: [Tag]
Tragedy
SHAGAN: Jorus, James! ::She dropped heself into James' lap and giggled into his ear. :: How are you? ::She shouted.:: It's a nice club isn't it? 0o I'm not sure how to react to this... 0o JAMES: Well, the architecture is fascinating and those sparks, while a major health hazard a fascinating use of Tesla's work... 0o Although I prefer making Tesla coils, not that I'm aloud to after almost burning down my school on Vulcan... 0o SHAGAN: Really? That's interesting. ::A beat.:: What did you say? Oh never mind, I'm sure it's interesting. JAMES: Are you intoxicated Miss Shagan? ::Telice grabbed the half empty drink on the table and downed it in one go. She had been thirsty coming in, but now she was feeling as dry as a Vulcan. Vulcan! That was appropriate. She laughed.:: JAMES: I think that confirms my hypotheses. COGUD: [Tag] SHAGAN: Vulcan! JAMES: Yes? COGUD: [Tag] SHAGAN: Of course it's funny! :: James spent a moment marvelling at the effect of alcohol. Somehow it had manipulated someone who ordinarily can't go near him into well, sitting on his lap. It was almost enough to make James go 'clubbing' more often just to observe the effects! :: SHAGAN: ::Pulling at the half-Vulcan's ear:: Hey James! You want to dance? JAMES: :: Light cough. :: Dancing isn't really my thing... :: James' face stiffens. :: 0o Wait is that Safty Dance playing... I might just go... 0o SHAGAN: You have to relaaax. All Vulcans need to relax, seriously! ::She wriggled in his lap for a more comfortable position.:: JAMES: That may be so, but... SHAGAN: Jorus! ::She called out joyously, swivelling on James' knees and almost losing balance.:: What are you drinking? COGUD: [tag] SHAGAN: You want to go dancing too? :: Telice leaned forward with a hand on the table, balanced precariously. :: 0o I think our good Doctor, is going to injurer herself before the end of the night... 0o :: Unexpectedly, incredibly, tears filled Telice's eyes, and she groped the seats for a tissue, but the black rock remained desperately devoid of little white squares. Besides, they were moving away from her. Or were they? They were! They knocked all of the dancers out of the way, spiralled around them and herded them out cracks into the wall. In seconds, the room was empty. But it couldn't be right, could it? The noise was still there, she could hear it! Telice felt nauseous. She clung to James' neck. :: ((OCC: I've decided to include this in James' viewpoint as he his touch telepathic and I think this could be vague and strong enough to leak into him. )) SHAGAN: I'm Alice in No Man's Land! JAMES: :: James was suddenly reminded of one of his favourite pieces of literature. :: 0o Has it really been so long since I last read that... 0o :: Slightly concerned :: Are you OK, Miss Shagan. :: To Cogud. :: Does Alcohol usually have this effect? COGUD: [tag] SHAGAN: Alice! Alice in-- Never mind! I'm fine! :: She cried as a fresh wave of tears streamed down her face. Through the blurr, she could see the crowd of dancers. :: JAMES: She is quite distraught, even I can feel that... Maybe we should go find the counsellor... COGUD: [tag]