SIM:Haase/Conversation With a Numb Tongue
((USS Gorkon - Observation Lounge))
- Adam had engaged himself in a lovely conversation with a young
Lieutenant. He was happily eating his soup while they discussed the USS Gorkon and previous postings. Perhaps Adam had already met a friend?::
Haase: Oh, really? I've always wondered what is was like being an operations officer. I've never actually had the ship experience, but I double majored in Engineering and Com/Ops. So...what do you think about the Gorkon? In my opinion, nice ship - weird name.
Rosek: It's named after a famous Klingon chancellor. He was responsible for peace between the Klingons and the Federation. ::pauses:: Although I have to admit it doesn't exactly roll off the tongue.
Haase: I know, right? ::Adam laughed::
- The lieutenant took another cup of her tea, and Adam took another swish
of his soup, which Adam hadn't realized was so hot. He almost spit it out, but managed to swallow it. He took a piece of his grilled cheese and placed it in his mouth in an attempt not to scream. Unfortunately, his tongue was now numb, and unable to taste the delicious sandwich. Adam figured that if he couldn't eat, he'd continue talking.::
Haase: I just hope that Engineering is as good as I hope it it. I've never actually had the chance to study Quantum Slipstream Drive in action - so this will be a first.
Rosek: I didn't get much of a chance myself. If I'd known before I transferred departments that I'd be on a ship with one, I might not have switched.
Haase: Yeah, I can understand that. ::Curiously:: When did you transfer?
Rosek: The mission before last, we were temporarily placed on another ship. I requested a transfer after that mission for--personal reasons--not realizing that while they were patching up the Victory, they'd equipped her with a slipstream drive.
- Adam nodded his head in agreement, and sipped his soup again, making sure
this time to adequately cool it off before placing it into his mouth. He looked out the window - amazed by the amount of stars. Thousands of years ago on Betazed, astronomers and astrologers alike created drawings - or constellations as many call them - to help tell stories of old, myth and legend. Adam admired the people of old. If he had not become an engineer, he may have become an astronomer. But what more was there to discover? With the advancement of technology, what is the need for staring through telescopes or analyzing a star's components. It seemed that as much as technology brought forth - it also took away. But Adam realized that he was getting caught up in a world of his own, so he managed to take his eyes away from the gleaming view to continue the conversation - as well as his soup.::
Haase: ::taking another sip of soup:: I hope we get on our way soon. I find that too much time on your hands can be dangerous. As my great-grandmother used to say, "Idle hands are the Devil's playground." I know that shore leave just began, but losing a ship is hard, and I'd prefer to spend less time thinking about it and more time fixing something.
Rosek: Response?
Haase: ::looking at chronometer on wall:: Well, it was very nice to meet you - but I have yet to check in with my department head. I should probably do that....perhaps I will see you again?
Rosek: response?
Haase: Well, better go. Have a nice afternoon, Lieutenant.
Rosek: response(if any)?
- Adam stood, and left. He carried his tray over to a replicator, where it
was rematerialized into energy. From there, he left the observation lounge - in search for the Gorkon and his hiding Chief of Engineering.::
- - - - - - - - - - Lt.JG. Adam Haase Engineering Officer USS Gorkon NCC-82293