12-28-2023, 01:41 AM
== Hijacking of Coleman done with player's permission! ==
“High praise indeed comin’ from you,” Mara answered with an answering raise of her glass. Tyra couldn't help but laugh at what was likely a double shot at her heritage and her rather notorious alcohol consumption.
“I don’t drink so I can’t take credit for the ‘shine. I found a couple of stills that the owner thinks he hid when I was on patrol. Nearly dismantled ‘em but I know how this crew works. So I copied ‘em, went back and took a sample, and that’s the basis for what the still here is churnin’ out. I made a dark bargain with the benevolent Cap’n Morgan for her help puttin’ on the show and she knew someone who made it work.”
Tyra's eyebrow only twitched just a little as Mara spoke; the redhead could only assume she knew what stills the security officer might be referring, though she certainly couldn't acknowledge that. The handful of operations aboard might be the ship's worst kept secret but no one was stupid enough to spread that info beyond their bulkheads. As captain, plausible deniability went a long, long way so she decided that she wouldn't comment on that particular piece of information.
"Selling one's soul to Miss Morgan is risky business but it seems to have paid off. I can attest that the moonshine is likely to grow hair and possibly damage organs. It's probably safer that you don't partake," the redhead said with another chuckle, taking another sip for emphasis.
And it burned just as much on the fifth sip as it had the first but it was a burn she loved.
As for the rest of it…” Mara turned to have another look, the smile plastered across her face. “I’ll be honest. I was f*ckin’ nervous waitin’ for people to get here. You make jokes, you don’t always know how they’re gonna land. It’s a risk. I could still end up over the coals if the complaints come rollin’ in. But better that than another cut and paste, borin’ as sh*t, drinks in the lounge style of thing. I hate those. There’s no gettin’ away from the awkward. This at least, there’s no excuse for anyone to hide in a corner.” Mara paused and then grinned again. “Well. ‘cept the safe zone, ‘cause that’s what that’s for.”
"I certainly think we'll be learning a lot about our crewmates tonight and tomorrow when I undoubtedly have a few complaints to accidentally misplace in my shred pile," Tyra commented with a mischievous grin. "Not everyone can handle the security brand of humor and it's always good to pick them out early."
Tyra's blue eyes shifted over the room, taking note of those having found their groove and those still hiding behind their drinks. "Speaking of learning a lot about people, I'm very curious about where our dashing commander found his rather young date. She doesn't look broken enough to be one of ours but a night here might change that," Tyra commented with a wry chuckle.
It was without much thought that she caught Coleman's attention with almost half-wave that was really more of a twist of the wrist and her eyebrow raise was probably what caused his answering grin as he began steering the young woman in question towards the bar. She wondered if he felt like a diver in a shark cage as he approached but she mentally promised to be nice, even if she would tease him mercilessly during their next meeting.
"Damian," she greeted on their approach. "You're making me feel a little underdressed but it suits you well. I can only assume you didn't pick it out," she teased with a warm smile.
Her gaze quickly turned to his guest, her smile keeping its warmth even as it shifted from familiar to a smidge more diplomatic. It was what her husband called her "Admiral" smile, all warm and charisma but with dash of formality. "Hi there, I'm Tyra," she greeted, offering her hand. "You must be the stylist; excellent taste."
It took a great deal to swallow the teasing barb that almost followed at Coleman's expense but she figured there was no sense in throwing the young woman too far into the deep end. She wasn't sure Mara would play as nicely though.
== Tag Mara, Ju and Coleman when he's back on his feet
==
“High praise indeed comin’ from you,” Mara answered with an answering raise of her glass. Tyra couldn't help but laugh at what was likely a double shot at her heritage and her rather notorious alcohol consumption.
“I don’t drink so I can’t take credit for the ‘shine. I found a couple of stills that the owner thinks he hid when I was on patrol. Nearly dismantled ‘em but I know how this crew works. So I copied ‘em, went back and took a sample, and that’s the basis for what the still here is churnin’ out. I made a dark bargain with the benevolent Cap’n Morgan for her help puttin’ on the show and she knew someone who made it work.”
Tyra's eyebrow only twitched just a little as Mara spoke; the redhead could only assume she knew what stills the security officer might be referring, though she certainly couldn't acknowledge that. The handful of operations aboard might be the ship's worst kept secret but no one was stupid enough to spread that info beyond their bulkheads. As captain, plausible deniability went a long, long way so she decided that she wouldn't comment on that particular piece of information.
"Selling one's soul to Miss Morgan is risky business but it seems to have paid off. I can attest that the moonshine is likely to grow hair and possibly damage organs. It's probably safer that you don't partake," the redhead said with another chuckle, taking another sip for emphasis.
And it burned just as much on the fifth sip as it had the first but it was a burn she loved.
As for the rest of it…” Mara turned to have another look, the smile plastered across her face. “I’ll be honest. I was f*ckin’ nervous waitin’ for people to get here. You make jokes, you don’t always know how they’re gonna land. It’s a risk. I could still end up over the coals if the complaints come rollin’ in. But better that than another cut and paste, borin’ as sh*t, drinks in the lounge style of thing. I hate those. There’s no gettin’ away from the awkward. This at least, there’s no excuse for anyone to hide in a corner.” Mara paused and then grinned again. “Well. ‘cept the safe zone, ‘cause that’s what that’s for.”
"I certainly think we'll be learning a lot about our crewmates tonight and tomorrow when I undoubtedly have a few complaints to accidentally misplace in my shred pile," Tyra commented with a mischievous grin. "Not everyone can handle the security brand of humor and it's always good to pick them out early."
Tyra's blue eyes shifted over the room, taking note of those having found their groove and those still hiding behind their drinks. "Speaking of learning a lot about people, I'm very curious about where our dashing commander found his rather young date. She doesn't look broken enough to be one of ours but a night here might change that," Tyra commented with a wry chuckle.
It was without much thought that she caught Coleman's attention with almost half-wave that was really more of a twist of the wrist and her eyebrow raise was probably what caused his answering grin as he began steering the young woman in question towards the bar. She wondered if he felt like a diver in a shark cage as he approached but she mentally promised to be nice, even if she would tease him mercilessly during their next meeting.
"Damian," she greeted on their approach. "You're making me feel a little underdressed but it suits you well. I can only assume you didn't pick it out," she teased with a warm smile.
Her gaze quickly turned to his guest, her smile keeping its warmth even as it shifted from familiar to a smidge more diplomatic. It was what her husband called her "Admiral" smile, all warm and charisma but with dash of formality. "Hi there, I'm Tyra," she greeted, offering her hand. "You must be the stylist; excellent taste."
It took a great deal to swallow the teasing barb that almost followed at Coleman's expense but she figured there was no sense in throwing the young woman too far into the deep end. She wasn't sure Mara would play as nicely though.
== Tag Mara, Ju and Coleman when he's back on his feet
==