Forever & Always - The Wedding of Mike & Eliana (open to all)
Posted Star Date 21902.02 @ 22:56 (10:56 PM)
Posted Star Date 21902.02 @ 23:26 (11:26 PM)
Posted Star Date 21902.03 @ 18:03 (06:03 PM)
== Holodeck Ceremony ==
=== Temporary NRC – Midshipman Liam McConnelly ===
How is it that I’m nervous? It’s not even my wedding! But I’m sweating like it was. Or is that the… oh, pretty sunset!
Liam took a wide view of the beautiful scenery, before moving his eyes across the open rows of chairs. He hesitated, not entirely sure of what to do. Quickly, he fixed his shirt and sports coat before standing up straight.
“Am I the first one here?”
“If a Doctor speaks in an empty holodeck, and no one is around to hear, does he still sound crazy?”
“Yes!” Liam changed the pitch of his voice and attempted to throw it towards right-side row of chairs.
“You. I like you. Mind if I sit with you?”
“Oh, don’t mind if you do.”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
“You do you.”
“That I do.”
“Oh, not my wedding. Thanks though. I’ll just sit over here,” he motioned over to the left side chairs and started moving in.
“Excuse me, pardon me, excuse me… love the hat… pardon me.”
Sitting in the second to front row, McConnelly finally took his spot. However, not at the end of the row, but instead in the middle of it. It brought a smile to his face, despite the face that had anyone seen or heard him, they might just consider him looney.
Until that someone else arrived however, he awkwardly sat as still as he possibly could, allowing the artificial sunlight to bask his skin.
Can you get a tan from holodeck suns?
== open tag to a brave soul! ==
Edited by Mid Nathan Ramius, Star Date 21902.03 @ 18:07 (06:07 PM).
Posted Star Date 21902.04 @ 15:33 (03:33 PM)
==The Hobritz' Quarters - Pioneer Outpost==
The big day had finally come, not that it'd been so long since he'd proposed, but it had certainly seemed like an extremely long time since. Mike was disappointed that his Grandparents had been unable to get to Pioneer, his Grandad had fallen ill and that'd prevented him from travelling. However, they'd conversed over subspace and their love for him was very obvious. His Gran had also insisted on plenty of pictures of the wedding and of course William when he made his entry to the universe. Mike had had to ask himself who was more excited about the baby, who would have been a close contest if the excitement could have been measured somehow.
He'd showered, shaved and groomed that morning and made himself look pristine. The Husband to be had opted to skip breakfast, out of fear of throwing it up through nerves. Stopping by the chronometer he noticed that the time was near and wondered if he'd worn out the carpet in his quarters yet. Mike stopped by the door and pulled his 'Class A' uniform tunic from the back of the chair, that sat beside the door. Once the jacket was on and he looked as presentable as he possibly could, the groom picked up the rings from the chair and departed.
Hobritz stepped through the metallic doors, he was greeted by a view of beachfront perfection, a setting that they'd both agreed to. The Lieutenant smiled before proceeding further in, the set up for the ceremony was excellent. Awkwardly he went further onto the beach, the door closed behind him and faded into the background from view.
You can do this! He assured himself.
Posted Star Date 21902.05 @ 00:30 (12:30 AM)
Benjamin tugged at his collar, unused to wearing a tie as he was. But for a wedding, it seemed appropriate. He was in more muted colors - the invitation had said it would be outdoors, for varying definitions of the word - but still felt that he needed to be wearing the thing. His mother had always insisted when they went to occasions like this that he dressed up, and while he wasn't exactly going all out, he at least needed to make an effort. He touched his tie tack as he walked in, remembering his mother. Some of her jewelry had been melted and remade into pieces for the children - he and his brother got tie tacks, while his sister simply got one of her rings. It wasn't much, but it was the most physical connection he had with her.
The holodeck was already running, and the scene was gorgeous. A beautiful beach, the sun falling slowly towards the horizon. The chairs were set up in two rows, a small ceremony, but it looked to be a beautiful one. One person was already seated, and a man in his dress uniform was standing near the arch. I knew I should've just worn the thing, he thought as he stepped in.
"An amazing view," he said as he stepped forward next to the officer - a lieutenant, he noticed, and pulled himself a little straighter. "It should be a fantastic ceremony. Midshipman Elias, sir." He stuck his hand out in greeting towards the man and smiled warmly.
Posted Star Date 21902.05 @ 03:56 (03:56 AM)
Edited by Capt Tyra Crawford, Star Date 21902.05 @ 03:56 (03:56 AM).
Posted Star Date 21902.05 @ 17:56 (05:56 PM)
If she was honest, Jenny wasn't sure she got weddings. If two people were in love, why did there need to be a legal and/or religious ceremony to affirm that? Jenny had been to Tala and Zissyn's bonding ceremony, where the four Andorians had joined together as a bondgroup. That had been years ago, however, back before the Ticonderoga had been destroyed, and as far as Jenny was aware, it was the only way Andorians could reproduce and have their own family. Speaking of reproduction, McKenna (Hobritz as she was soon to become) was due to pop any day soon, and would have a week or so of family time before the crew were redeployed and McKenna was forced to leave her husband and possibly even her son behind as she embarked on another potentially-dangerous mission.
Sometimes I wonder whether it's fundamentally cruel for Star Fleet personnel to marry and have children, peace or no peace...
With a sigh, Jenny ran the brush through her still-damp hair and cursed her genetics; the thickness of her hair was a boon when it came to her fragile self-confidence, and Bryan seemed to love running his hands through it, but it had a tendency to knot at inopportune moments such as now. Grunting as she pulled the brush free of a knot, Jenny considered how this wedding would hopefully go some way to healing the emotional wounds among the crew: Prittle and Monroe had gutted the Security Department, several of those left had transferred away already, and the ship had yet to truly recover from the loss of so many friends. The ceremony was going to be tribute to their sacrifice, and proof that life goes on.
"Except when it's cut brutally short..."
A rumbling growl from behind Jenny made her smirk, and she turned her head to face the black-quilled, red-eyed Thunderwolf lounging on her bed.
"I'm okay, buddy. Go back to sleep."
Raiju grunted and laid his head back on the blankets, and Jenny waited until his eyes were closed before returning to her hair. She'd need to get it cut soon; it would soon grow beyond regulation length, and while she might have been able to get away with looking like a pirate as the Gettysburg's Helmswoman or Chief Tactical Officer, the First Officer apparently had to set an example for the younger members of the crew.
Poor bastards, they get me as a role model!
Hair now as done as it was going to get, Jenny turned to her wardrobe and assessed her options. Initially, she'd considered wearing her Dress Uniform; it was the safe option, the professional option. Cera in her infinite wisdom, had disagreed vehemently over a drink the previous evening, and had insisted that Jenny wear a dress; to show her 'human' side to the crew, but also to impress and seduce Bryan at the party after the ceremony. Bryan had once remarked that he wished he'd seen Jenny in a skirt, so the dress seemed like the perfect option. Except Jenny didn't know a thing about dresses, had worn precisely one dress in her entire life, and now had no Zephyr to back her up. Cera had insisted on going dress shopping immediately, despite her slightly inebriated state, and the older woman had been more than a little disappointed to find that Pioneer didn't have a tailor. Instead, they'd spent the better part of two hours going through replicator patterns on the Holodeck looking for a dress that was stylish yet conservative, alluring yet professional, and suited to a woman of less than average stature. The result had been a simple dress in the same shade of violet of her eyes, Cera had all but squealed with delight when Jenny had tried it on, and had provided instruction on the subtle makeup that would be required to complete the look.
Sometimes Cera, I wish you were my Yeoman and not Tyra's... You're like a tutor on how to Human... Which is funny, since you're Betazoid...
Having applied her makeup, Jenny pulled on her boots; black and knee high with enough heel to not make her look like she'd barely passed adolescence. Running the brush through her hair once more, Jenny took one last look at her reflection in the mirror, and departed her quarters.
==Anyone wanting to meet Jenny on the way to the Holodeck is more than welcome ==
Posted Star Date 21902.06 @ 10:21 (10:21 AM)
Jaxx had donned his class A uniform, for the first time in a long time, but at least it was for a good cause. Eliana, his friend from their Academic days, was getting married and to the guy, she'd doubted previously. She'd confided about Mike Hobritz more than once and that, in turn, gave him a dim view of the bloke. But apparently, he'd done good by her and done what could be described as the honourable thing, he'd proposed and the rest was history.
As always his clothes were pristine, his appearance was perfection, the rank insignia of Ensign looked lovely and shiny. The pip was a reminder of things past, it reminded him of his whole life on the Gettysburg. The disappointment at being moved to the ship in the first place, then the unfortunate introduction to Braggins, which had started as some humour which he had attempted to reciprocate. Yes, a middle finger was probably a stupid way, but he'd done it and ever since then things had seemed to get worse. The only positives he could think of was being allowed to get a shot at the helm, though that had been an awful experience to watch others getting obliterated. The order to kill them had met with an objection, whether it was logged or not was unknown to him. Another positive was meeting Commander Tuckers kid, it was nice to see someone so excited at the prospect of getting a puppy, an innocence that was great to witness. The biggest positive, of course, was Aurora and how she had turned him around somewhat.
Aurora had asked Jaxx to try and be different, in regards to Cdr Braggins, to try and get along with the First Officer. But sadly that did not seem possible, so as soon as the Gettysburg docked, Crandell had immediately requested a transfer. His request had been approved and he was set to join the USS Sheridan at Pioneer Outpost. Aurora likewise had requested to join him there, she'd also request a transfer to the medical division.
From what he had heard too, the Getty was to be either decommissioned or mothballed, like a few other ships, which looked to a good change for Star Fleet. So moving to the Destroyer was no different from transferring with the Gettys crew. There was no guarantee that he would be able to join them anyway.
Arriving at the holodeck, Jaxx noted the few arrivals, one of which was a blonde bloke in an engineering class A. Crandell was certain that he'd seen him somewhere before, then it smacked him between the eyes, it was blatantly obvious who the guy was, he was the groom of course.
Posted Star Date 21902.06 @ 11:02 (11:02 AM)
Mike had stood in silence, turning at various intervals towards the doors as people entered. He'd seen Midshipman Elias but didn't expect that he'd want to talk to him, so as such he turned to observe the waves rolling over the sand, that was a pleasant and calming view to take in. A slip of a smile formed on his face, there he stood for a few moments until a voice caught his attention.
"An amazing view," Elias said. "It should be a fantastic ceremony. Midshipman Elias, sir." The man said holding out his hand.
Hobritz took the gents hand giving it a gentle squeeze. "Nice to meet you, Michael Hobritz,.." He chuckled as the next part of his response formed. "Husband to be."
Mike began to observe the setting and noted that Captain Crawford had arrived, as had the other female officer he'd seen with her previously, Jennifer Braggins if he was not mistaken. To Tyra, he raised a hand to acknowledge her presence, before returning his attention to Benjamin. "Anyway, please call me Mike." He said grinning. "So are you a member of the Gettysburg crew?"
==Sorry not very long, Tag Elias==
Posted Star Date 21902.06 @ 17:29 (05:29 PM)
== Temporary NRC – Midshipman Doctor Liam McConnelly ==
“Oh! Captain! Hello. Why you scared the bejesus out of me, hahaha,” Liam stood and turned fully to look at the Captain. He couldn’t help but take a gulp when his full gaze set upon her.
“You’re a flah with those dress whites on! Oh, pardon me. You look great in them, probably not best for me to insinuate anything more than that. I meant no disrespect about how good you look. I mean, you look good, just not that I would think you were sexy...” widening eyes and a hand shot up to his face,
“I mean… not that you aren’t sexy. Some of the crew think you are… probably, just not… you know, I’m doing well thank you for asking Captain. These are very, very lovely circumstances! The best circumstances! I don’t suppose they are serving drinks yet are they?”
Lord almighty I need one…
“I suppose right now is not a good time to talk about formal matters? No, probably not. Forget I said anything of the sort. I was just trying to get a tan from the sun there,” he pointed to the horizon.
“I don’t know if it worked though… do I look like I got some rays? My pale skin tends to burn in the real sun… hoping holographic suns don’t have UVA and UVB radiation. Must research that at another time.”
A big, cheesy grin smacked of his attempt to steer the conversation away from his previous commentary.
You're an idiot Liam.
== Tag Crawford ==
Posted Star Date 21902.07 @ 17:09 (05:09 PM)
== Corridors leading to Eli's Quarters - USS Gettysburg ==
Nathan’s footfalls sounded like a beat, and he couldn’t help but hum a little tune as he went along, despite the fact it had taken him an inordinate amount of time to get ready. It had been his ‘Dress Whites’. Not so very long ago was it the last time he wore them, but somehow, they didn’t seem to fit the same as they had then. The fit was tighter than he expected, and not in a bad way, but in the ‘I-grew-more-muscles’ way. Ramius thought he had toned-up, not bulked-up, but his ‘workouts’ apparently added more than they took away. Had he known anyone on the ship that was a tailor, or had any experience at all in such matters, he would have went to them for advice. Sadly, his knowledge of the crew extended to mostly the Security department, Command staff (and not for good reasons), his roommate, and his angelic friend Eliana.
Still, the fit would have to do – though he had considered coming in something less formal, as it had been described to him as such an occasion. Then he looked through his options, considered several alternatives, and when he couldn’t make up his mind, went with what protocol would dictate. And then he wouldn't be Nathan if he didn't primp and preen himself; ensuring every last whisker and hair was in proper place, or held there by wax both for beard and hair.
High maintenance am I...
“Sir,” a Crewman Apprentice nodded as Nathan passed by, and he could practically hear the second look from behind him. He didn’t care about such things, usually, but it brought a second smile to his face all the same.
In the turbolift, alone, he did a double check for deodorant.
Check! Whew, that would have been bad otherwise. I also like this cologne, very spice and nice.
Stepping out into the hall, he continued his humming right up until he found the doorway that he was looking for. Before reaching out, he reset his apparel, then tapped the door chime. He waited anxiously, excited to escort his friend on her most important of days.
Wait. After today, is it going to be Lieutenant Hobritz? Two Lieutenant Hobritzes. Hobritzs? Zssss. Hobritzi? You know, if I ever have to refer to them both, I’m just going to single each out. Hobritz E. and Hobritz M.
== tag Eli! ==
Edited by Mid Nathan Ramius, Star Date 21902.07 @ 17:12 (05:12 PM).
Posted Star Date 21902.07 @ 18:31 (06:31 PM)
Posted Star Date 21902.08 @ 03:50 (03:50 AM)
== Eli's Quarters ==
When the door slid open, Nathan had no words. Thankfully, Eli did.
" Hi Nathan, come on in,” the happiness flowed from her and towards him.
Taking a few steps in, and making sure the door closed behind him, he took in her marvellously refined dress. It was, in one simple word, haute. Adding even more flair to the already incredible dress was her bump, that seemed to up the level of cuteness of the ensemble.
“You look absolutely stunning. Someone is going to have to pick Mike’s jaw from the floor,” he joked.
“Where did you find the dress? It fits you just right, and makes you look radiant. Well, you already look radiant, so luminous might be the next best word!” Nathan’s words were just a steaming of his inner conscious monologue with literally no filter.
“Sorry for being tarty… I hope I’m not too late in picking you up, I had… issues trying to decide what to wear. Thought the Dress Whites would be the best, you know, represent the Department and all. Not that anyone is going to be looking at me whatsoever because you, are, gorgeous.
Is there any last minute things I can help with at all? I’m thankful your makeup and hair is done, because I’d have to do a holotutorial to help out with those!”
== tag Eli ==
Posted Star Date 21902.08 @ 20:54 (08:54 PM)
The officer shook his hand firmly. "Nice to meet you, Michael Hobritz..." the man said by way of introduction, chuckling a little. "Husband to be."
Benjamin nodded, surprise and embarrassment warring for attention on his face. He hadn't been a part of the crew for very long, and only knew McKenna for a few days before he came here. I probably should've tried to find a picture of her not-so-future husband, he chided himself. "Anyway, please call me Mike," he said with a grin. "So are you a member of the Gettysburg crew?"
"I am indeed," he said brightly, recovering quickly. "Just arrived a little while ago, actually in the middle of our last mission. Kept your bride-to-be from shooting a superior officer, as a matter of fact." Not that he wouldn't have deserved it, he said to himself as he noticed Captain Crawford entering the holodeck, believing discretion to be the better part of valor. Hobritz raised a hand in greeting to the officer, as well.
"You must be a very busy man today, though," he said aloud, "and I don't want to keep you from seeing your friends and such, and I should probably find a seat while I can. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mike," he smiled. "If I don't see you afterwards, I wish you and Eliana the very best."
Stepping through the sand, Benjamin eventually came to the seats and found one towards the outside, not wanting to get in anyone's way of the ceremony. He wasn't monstrously tall, but tall enough that he was conscious of it, and wanted to make sure everyone could see the ceremony. He sat, watching as people continued to stream in, and straightened his already-straight tie.
==Not a problem with short, Mike. It's small talk, after all!==
Posted Star Date 21902.09 @ 00:36 (12:36 AM)
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Posted Star Date 21902.09 @ 21:16 (09:16 PM)
Ed applied to his Dad’s school of thought regarding unmarried expectant mothers, you damn well support them before, during, and after. Lieutenant Hobritz was taking his responsibilities seriously, so that was a good thing. Eliana would certainly have the crew’s support. Ed wore the suit he’d picked up on Sigma Iotia III. Dark navy jacket and trousers, pale blue shirt and a reproduction of an old Terran shoes, the soles looked to be made of some transparent yellowish hardened rubber.
Ed had left the waistcoat, pocket squares, bow tie, and hat in his quarters. It was important to be presentable, but it didn’t do to be overdressed. Also it was an excuse not to wear his dress whites. There times when his ribbon rows felt heavy. He did find it a little amusing that Captain Crawford would be officiating. He didn’t understand the history behind that roll, but he’d known that it was Amon the duties of a ship’s Captain.
Ed smiled as he entered the holodeck. It had been set up as a beach wedding. There was the standard arch and chairs for the guests. Tyra was in her dress whites at the front talking to the groom. Ed was half tempted to take off his socks and shoes and go for a paddle. It was a beautiful setting and rather peaceful. He settled into an unoccupied seat and listened to the waves lapping. The variance in where the tide reached would probably be programmed not to encroach on the nuptials.
Edited by Cdr Edward Gregg, Star Date 21902.09 @ 21:17 (09:17 PM).
Posted Star Date 21902.11 @ 16:15 (04:15 PM)
Posted Star Date 21902.11 @ 18:00 (06:00 PM)
== Leah's Quarters ==
"Oh come onnn!" Leah drawled as she shuffled through a stack of hair pins she had previously dumped onto her bathroom counter, searching for one particular piece. "I know it's in here!" Another moment of frantic searching and finally a triumphant grunt as she pulled out a mint green bow clip from the pile. With a wide grin, she looked back up at the mirror and worked on her hair, taking a few loose curls from the sides and pinning them back behind her head. The rest of her copper curls flowed loosely across her shoulders, resting on the lacy sleeves of her matching mint green bridesmaid dress. Stepping back, she took in the completed ensemble.
Eliana, Eli, one of her best friends, was tying the knot today and she wanted to look as spiffy as she could, without overshadowing the bride. She had considered her emerald green strapless cocktail dress, but when Eli informed her it was a beach wedding, she opted for something lighter. Hugging her curves, the dress was full lace that stopped just above her knees, with a semi open back between the shoulders. Completing the outfit, she sported a pair of beige wedge sandals, just high enough to make her legs look a tad bit longer than normal. Her only jewelry was a set of tan pearls in her ears. As far as makeup was concerned, a wisp of mascara, a hint of color on her cheeks, and a clear shiny lip gloss. Again, downplay the bridesmaid so the bride takes the center stage.
Satisfied with the look, she took a glance at the chronometer on the wall, and gasped. "Oy! Gotta go!"
Merely two hours prior, Leah had recorded her latest personal log, and had sat on the floor crying until she grew numb. Hopefully, no one would be able to spot the puffiness in her eyes that remained after such an episode.
The recent mission had taken so much out of her. Not that she had much to do with it, other than dealing with watching a patient die, and feeling all the anguish around her. Overwhelmed and unable to cope with the scene in sickbay, she had snuck out to catch her breath, avoiding anyone she could for as long as she could. Cowardice was not pretty on her, but at the time, she didn't care. The world would spin, her heart would ache with each moan of pain or discomfort. It was too much too soon, as a first time Officer on the ship.
I know I'm stronger than that. But by Jaysus what was I supposed to do? Liam and I had done all we could, but it wasn't enough. My first patient...
Leah gritted her teeth and shook off the thought as she grabbed her bouquet and made for the door.
== Eliana's Quarters ==
A few moments later, Leah came to a stop in front of her friend's door, and after catching her breath, knocked gently on the metal frame.
"Eli? I'm here! Sorry I'm late!" Leah stood back and waited for the door to open for her, and excitement grew at finally getting the chance to see her best friend's dress for the first time.
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Posted Star Date 21902.11 @ 19:21 (07:21 PM)
Truth be told, Jenny hadn't been in the greatest of hurries to get to the wedding. The more she thought about it, the more she overthought things, and the more she questioned the point of the ceremony at all. Briefly, she'd reconsidered going entirely; she had to pack her stuff for the Gettysburg's final flight and prepare for her PhD viva at the Academy; her supervisor had accepted her final manuscript and now it was in the hands of the Dean of the School of Tactics and two of his advisers. Pausing, Jenny took a deep breath and shook herself; she had time for both later, after the wedding, and regardless what she thought of the pointlessness of the ceremony or how quickly the couple had come together and decided a family was the right move, it was a morale thing; the Gettysburg hadn't had much going for it, recently, and something positive would alleviate the sting of the coming decommissioning.
Now all I need to do is find Bryan, if he's not got stuck with an extra shift...
As if on cue, a sharp wolf-whistle from behind her grabbed her attention. Spinning and about to shout an angry rebuke at whoever thought it'd be funny to make such noises at a superior officer, Jenny's features immediately softened as her eyes met Bryan's, his expression trying to be serious, but probably only one mock-glower from breaking out in a fit of giggles.
"I don't think it's recommended that a woman of your beauty be walking these corridors without a suitable male companion. May I offer my services to rectify this shortcoming?"
Jenny's face immediately flushed bright red, and she made a mental note to make Bryan pay for that later. Judging by the curl to his lip, he'd known exactly what he was saying, and the reaction he'd intended to provoke, and Jenny had fallen right into his trap. Taking a deep breath and folding her arms across her chest, Jenny tried to adopt a stern expression, but the corners of her lips wouldn't let her.
"You walk a fine line sometimes, Mister Crawford."
Walking slowly over to the Security Officer, Jenny slid her arms around his neck and rose onto the tips of her toes to kiss him. He was over a foot taller than she was, and even with the heels she wore, she still surrendered more than eight inches to him. If the time ever came for them to have a family of their own, and that was a very big if given their respective backgrounds; he with the cheating ex, she with the unnaturally modified genome; she hoped their children would at least be of average height. Releasing Bryan, Jenny lowered herself back onto her heels and appraised his choice of clothing, smoothing the ruffles she'd left in his shirt.
"You're looking very fancy! I'm glad I took Cera's advice and went with the dress, now!"
Posted Star Date 21902.12 @ 07:40 (07:40 AM)
== Eli's Quarters ==
“From the computer? Really?! I guess if I ever have to find a dress,” he joked, giggling as he did so.
“Well you are luminous! I hope people brought sunglasses to the ceremony, because it won’t be sunset with you standing at the alter.”
Eli was silent for a moment, and Nathan titled his head, but she soon started speaking again.
“Okay, flowers and then go-time. Perfect!”
There was an excitement in his voice, and even his movements seemed to by young. He was young, but these were more boyish than young man. Giddy and squirrelly would best describe the movements and expressions that flooded McKenna’s Quarters. It wasn’t the wedding itself per se, as he had attended a few, and never got as animated as he was now. Most likely, it was the company that he found himself in. Without Eli, he would have got in far more trouble than he was already in. But that was the thing with the patient and caring Security Officer, she didn’t ask for reward or even thanks. She just did it because it was right, and because she did actually care. Which is why he was so attached to this moment of hers. Of all the people he knew well on the Getty, well… both of them deserved a lot of happiness.
When a knock on the frame of the door came, Ramius nearly hit the roof, and letting out a rather loud gasp. That exhalation blocked him from hearing Leah announcing herself.
“Don’t worry Eli, I’ll get it, and make sure it isn’t the groom coming to take a sneak peek!”
Nathan stood right up to the door, nose nearly touching it. Then he puffed himself up as big as his muscular frame would allow in the doorway, before hitting the console button to open the door.
“DO YOU FEEL LUCKY… oh… red-pretty… ahhh…” it was almost cartoon comical the way that Ramius deflated as he looked upon Wickley.
“Hey… ahh… pretty dress and the hair… ELI!” he called back and removed himself from the door way.
“Sorry, my manners. I’m Nathan. We’ve met right?” extending a hand to the cooper haired beauty, he tried his best to recuperate from looking like an idiot.
== tag ladies! ==
Edited by Mid Nathan Ramius, Star Date 21902.12 @ 07:43 (07:43 AM).
Posted Star Date 21902.12 @ 16:29 (04:29 PM)
Posted Star Date 21902.12 @ 20:35 (08:35 PM)
== Eli's Quarters ==
The doors to Eliana's quarters swooshed open, and for a moment, she thought she had imagined it as a solid object stood exactly where the doors were previously. Confused, she looked up just as a man, about twice her size not only in height but in stature, stared down at her a moment.
"DO YOU FEEL LUCKY-- oh... red-pretty... ahh..." The nearly booming voice of the guy faded as quickly as he started, and he visually deflated a bit at the sight of her. Leah had to bite her lip to stop from bursting out laughing, as he tried regaining his composure. Mutually, she also felt her ears warm as she gave him a quick once-over. He was pretty handsome in his own right, with stunningly pretty eyes, and a kind face. He filled out his suit rather perfectly as well, and-- Leah gave a subtle sniff into the air-- was that a spice cologne? Mmm... She quickly wiped the dreamy smile off her face and looked back up at him.
"Hey... ahh... pretty dress and the hair... ELI!" The man shouted suddenly, startling Leah from looking at his throat... why she stared at it she wasn't quite sure... but he has a fantas--- Leah shook her head with a grin, clearing the thought in time before he could take notice... Hopefully... After a moment though, Leah sensed a bit of something... off. Clouded... dark... what is---
He stepped back, allowing Leah to walk into the room. The hem of her dress brushed the tops of her thighs as she did so. Leah looked back up at him and smiled sweetly. "Thank ye, laddie. Very kind of ye to say so," she said in response, thickening her Irish twang for effect.
"Sorry, my manners. I'm Nathan. We've met right?" Nathan offered his hand, and Leah reached out immediately, placing her small hand into his with an exaggerated curtsy.
"Aye, I wish we had, dathúil." Leah giggled and acted the shy damsel. Hey, what's a wedding if the maid of honor can't flirt with one of the groomsman?
Eli's voice rang out just then. "Don't mind Nathan, he's harmless really." Leah turned and took in the sight of her friend in her wedding gown. Leah's eyes widened with genuine appreciation at the way the fabric hugged Eli's body perfectly, pregnant belly and all. She was absolutely glowing in the dress, and Leah was now more than thankful she decided to dress down in this lacy green cocktail dress. "And you're not late at all Leah. I was just telling Nathan that all I need to do now is grab my bouquet."
"You look stunning, sweetheart!" Leah grinned ear from ear and ran up to hug Eli around the shoulders. "Oh I couldn't be more happy for you today," she whispered in her ear, all thoughts of Nathan, the recent mission, and her guilt going by the wayside as she couldn't ignore the radiance that was shining off Eliana. As she pulled away, she almost teared up at how happy and excited her friend looked.
"Let's get going. Your big moment is coming up, and last I heard, the crowd was finally gathering in the Holdeck." Leah beamed, and looked back over toward Nathan. She shot him a flirtatious smile as she turned towards the door.
"I'm assuming you're the best man?" Leah asked, unable to mask the hopefulness in her words.
==Tag Eli and Nate! Gosh, Leah's a flirt. Sorry!==
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Posted Star Date 21902.14 @ 05:45 (05:45 AM)
== Eli's Quarters ==
Nathan had dropped his eyes when he sulked away from the doorframe, feeling sheepish for bellowing at someone he didn’t even know. That was when his eyes found the hem of Wickley’s dress, and then he instantly turned bright, looking back up with surprise in his brows.
"Thank ye, laddie. Very kind of ye to say so.”
“Ye…ha…goo…” he stuttered, desperately trying to salvage any amount of pride he had. He took a deep breath in, then introduced himself – surprisingly able to speak once more with an exertion of willpower.
"Aye, I wish we had, dathúil.”
The last part had Nathan confused, as the communicator didn’t translate it. He wasn’t sure exactly what it meant, but by the woman’s flirtatious nature, he assumed it was uncouth – perhaps why the filters might have caught it, and censored it. Either way, he couldn’t be sure, but it simply added to the blush on his cheeks; a blush he hoped his beard covered.
That is when Eliana called out, and Nathan let out the breath he didn’t realise he was holding.
Saved by the Bride.
The two women embraced each other like long, long lost friends, which made Ramius smile. As far as he was concerned, McKenna deserved to be this happy all of the time. Though, on missions, moments like these were too few and far between. Rightfully so, he supposed, but still – perhaps there could be more events that could bring people together like this… just not marriages all of the time.
Or maybe what we need is something that challenges the crew too… like… competition. Friendly competition. Hmmmm…
"Let's get going. Your big moment is coming up, and last I heard, the crowd was finally gathering in the Holdeck."
Wickley shot him a tempting grin, and he couldn’t help but put his hand on the back of his neck. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the attention. It was the amount. After all, he had just met her, and they hadn’t said more than a dozen or so words to each other. Of course, she was attractive. Nathan would admit to that. Perhaps she saw something in him too.
"I'm assuming you're the best man?" the words seemed laden with something more than just a regular question, but he couldn’t quite figure it out.
“Oh… ah… heh… not really. Just a man. The man. I am a man… uhh Ellie?”
Why am I tongue tied???
“Maybe we should go now?” he offered his arm up, but didn’t offer to either of them directly.
== tag ladies, time to head to the ceremony proper? I’ll let one of you gals get us there. Feel free to kidna---hijack me ==
Edited by Mid Nathan Ramius, Star Date 21902.14 @ 05:54 (05:54 AM).
Posted Star Date 21902.14 @ 11:56 (11:56 AM)
After realising he had been a prize wally, not for the first time, Jaxx thought about where he was and where he should have been. He had a role in the wedding, he was to be the Father of the Bride, it had been a surprise for him but a nice one. In a way it made some sense, they'd been friends for a long time and he was perhaps the closest she had to a family on the Gettysburg. He was hoping to get Eliana to one side during the celebrations, he had to tell her about the transfer and hoped it wouldn't be upsetting for her.
Jaxx stepped into the area where Eliana was standing, two others were in her company, one was a bloke that he didn't know. The other lady he did know and in quite a lot of detail, he couldn't help but smirk a little recalling their adventure on the holodeck, that seemed like such a long time ago.
“Oh… ah… heh… not really. Just a man. The man. I am a man… uhh Ellie?” The bloke was tripping over his words, the reason was not so hard to determine. “Maybe we should go now?”
Crandell stepped to the side of Nathan, with the boyish grin he swatted him between the shoulder blades. "Hi all," He said nodding to his beautifully clad friend, the wedding dress was stunning. His eyes shifted towards Leah, she was certainly very easy on the old eyes and made the Aussies heart beat hard for a moment. "I think this chap is right, it's time to get going." He turned his head towards Nathan and gave a gentle squeeze at the back of the man's neck. "And you my friend need to just say it," His grin widened as he turned his focus onto Wickley. "Just ask her out!"
With that Jaxx released Raimus and approached his good friend Eliana, he took her hands and looked deeply into her eyes. "Sorry I'm late," He said softly. "You look stunning, Mikes a really lucky bloke..." His hands let go and then moved up over her facial cheeks. "Let's do this," Jaxx said kissing his friend on the forehead."
==Tag Eliana, Leah and Nate==
Posted Star Date 21902.14 @ 15:16 (03:16 PM)
Posted Star Date 21902.15 @ 23:25 (11:25 PM)
Posted Star Date 21902.16 @ 03:03 (03:03 AM)
Benjamin sighed as he sat back, watching the people as they slowly came into the holodeck. He saw Captain Crawford, of course in her dress uniform and ready to officiate. Commander Braggins was here, looking amazing and hanging on the arm of a man he didn't recognize, but the resemblance to the captain told him must be Bryan, the captain's brother. There was a betazoid woman with them, who appeared very attentive if a little mischievous, and by reputation had to be Cera Morgan, the captain's yeoman. He knew others were coming - Nathan had said he was coming, and of course the bride wasn't yet here - but simply sat back to wait.
He played with the ring on his finger. He wasn't exactly comfortable at the wedding, at least not anymore. His thoughts naturally drifted to his own wedding back on Indira Prime. Iris had been even more beautiful than she usually was, her long hair braided into a pair of rings, her long dress and train shining in the sun. It had been a small affair like this one was, though it was in a small rooftop garden and not on a beach.
That was the last time I saw Mary and David, he thought, remembering that they had attended although briefly. Both had come in the morning of, having caught the last transports they could from where they were at college. He didn't blame them; he'd always made sure that their studies were a priority, although he was still disappointed not to see them more. His father had also been there, still smelling of the mines despite being half the Federation away from them, and he never did quite get the dirt out from under his nails.
Of course, the good memories of that day inevitably brought the bad memories of the end. The accusations, the arguments and shouting. Shattered pictures against the wall and a padd delivered by courier that ended it all. He kept twisting the ring around his finger, staring at it as he fought the need for a drink. He knew that he shouldn't wear it anymore - he'd been divorced for five years now - but he couldn't bear to take it off.
He still loved Iris. He knew they'd never get back together. At this point, he wasn't sure it would ever have worked in the long term if suspicion was all it took to break them apart. But some part of him couldn't let go. Maybe it was the same guilt that kept him from writing his family and admitting what had happened.
He sighed, deliberately putting his hands to his sides and looking around the beach. One came up to wipe the moisture from his face, tears he refused to let come. This wasn't the time for the darker thoughts; it was a happy day, and he was happy for Eliana. She seemed so happy, and he couldn't wait for her day to start.
Posted Star Date 21902.16 @ 20:28 (08:28 PM)
Cera loved weddings, like she loved most social events. Ideally, a wedding was a beautiful, sentimental symbol of the couple whose union was being celebrated and Cera felt that this wedding, while small, perfectly emcompassed those elements.
Ever the planner and organizer, the little blonde had forced herself not to slip into her typical role of task master. This wasn't her affair to meddle in or take charge of, not that it appeared she needed to. Instead, she forced herself to merely enjoy the atmosphere.
She smiled brightly as a passing crewmember tickled the little girl in her arms. Personally, she was not a fan of children but apparently, there was an exception for her boss' lone child, Evie. She would do anything for the happy, smiling baby in her arms, though she might never admit that. She carefully brushed down the soft, red hair starting to sprout at the crown of the child's head, a gift from her mother that contrasted the shade of blue eyes she'd gotten from her father.
With the child happily looking around at the scenery, Cera allowed herself a moment to take stock of the guests. It was her job to know everyone, even if she remained firmly in the shadows, so she was easily able to identify each guest that had some relation, past or present, to the Getty or the Avenger. There was the groom himself, a number of members of the Getty's security staff, Midshipman Elias, Doc McConnelly, Commander Gregg, and maybe a few engineers tucked into a back row. Almost fashionably late, she noted Jenny and Bryan walking in arm in arm a few moments later, having both seemingly taken her fashion advice to her delight.
Wonder if theirs will be next... she thought giddily before realizing that she likely needed to find herself a seat. With the groom and Tyra in place, there was who knew how much time before three bride herself appeared.
She carefully pried a handful of her blue sundress out of Evie's hands as she moved before keeping the little girl from bunching up her own her sundress. The little girl giggled, seeming to think it was a game, as Cera stopped at the first available seat next to Midshipman Shadow as her boss referred to him.
Maybe she'd ask him where that nickname came from? Afterall, it wasn't unusual for the captain to make nicknames for those she dealt with regularly but it was odd for a midshipman to gain a nickname so quickly and early on.
"Hi, is this seat taken?" She asked Elias, offering him a warm smile.
She noted the way the engineer seemed to be a little emotional on approach-- maybe weddings were hard for him or he wad one of those very soft men? -- but she didn't let that cause her friendly smile to waver.
== Tag Shadow ==
Posted Star Date 21902.17 @ 01:33 (01:33 AM)
He was a little surprised when Ensign Morgan came up to him, child in tow. She was smiling warmly as the little girl played with her dress, managing to look adorable the entire time, the bright red hair beginning to sprout on her head marking her as the captain's child. He couldn't help but smile back at both of them. "No, not at all," he said, and gestured for her to take a seat. He stood briefly as she settled the two of them into their seat. He straightened his light green shirt a bit shyly, a bit nervously, as his brain started to cycle out of control for a moment.
Part of him was confused as to why she'd come over; they hadn't met before, and he was sure that she was closer to the rest of the guests than him. Weddings were in his experience times to reminisce with old acquaintances, and he didn't exactly qualify. He barely knew the bride, though he had definitely enjoyed meeting her and looked forward to getting to know her more, and definitely didn't know anyone else in attendance better.
Another part was wondering if what he'd heard was true. Ship's gossip said she practically ran the captain's schedule, and had taken a hand at matchmaking with others in the crew. He had, if the rumors were true, gotten Commander Braggins together with the captain's brother. From all he had heard, she was highly efficient at any task she put her mind to, and was the unseen oil that made the ship run as well as it did. She was the yeoman that other yeomen looked up to, according to what they said.
Another part saw the sun glinting off her blond hair, and how wonderful she looked in her blue sundress, and tried to stop thinking at all. His wedding band felt like a lead weight for a moment, reminding him that he was still in love with another and why was he thinking this way about this woman, before his brain kicked back into gear.
"I'm Benjamin Elias, by the way," he said once they were both settled back into their seats. He tried to return her smile as warmly as it was given, but felt it was a little twinged with guilt. Or maybe that's just the scar wrinkling, he chided himself. "Lovely day for a wedding," he said with a chuckle.
He listened to her reply, playing with the little girl a moment before asking, "So, what brings a beautiful girl like you over to see me?" he asked before turning to Morgan. "And of course her lovely keeper," he added as he looked up to her, smiling. "Surely there are other people you need to talk to more."
Edited by Mid Benjamin Elias, Star Date 21902.17 @ 01:52 (01:52 AM).
Posted Star Date 21902.17 @ 06:16 (06:16 AM)
Posted Star Date 21902.17 @ 12:34 (12:34 PM)
When the Australian had entered the room, Nathan took a moment to regard him. The man was always about on the ship, and so Ramius knew of him (by way of some hearsay too), but hadn’t met him in any official capacity that he could recall. Certainly not enough to even consider him an acquaintance at this point, though there was some leniency in how Nathan would treat him, if for no other reason than he was a friend of Eli’s. Crandell came on strong, slapping the Security Officer’s back between the shoulder blades without an introduction.
"Hi all," the man’s first words were to Eli, as would be expected.
For a moment, Nathan was glad that the attention had been taken off of him and his jabbering over Leah. The woman really was striking, but his heart was already somewhere else. If anything, he felt a bit guilty, particularly about getting so worked up upon first meeting someone.
It rarely happens, that is why. Just be cool, and this day will go well.
"I think this chap is right, it's time to get going,” Crandell said before grabbing Nathan by the neck and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Nathan’s upper eyelids and lower lip raised up, and his nose immediately wrinkled, with fine lines showing beneath his lower eyelids. He stayed there, expression and all, like a cat being held by it’s scruff.
"And you my friend need to just say it, just ask her out!"
Of course, that wasn’t the issue, but Jaxx didn’t know that. Though it didn’t really much matter, as he finally released Nathan from his grasp. Still, the expression on the Midshipman’s face didn’t go back to neutral. If anything, it was heightened even further. Not a word was said by Nathan, everything being kept inside his head.
He watched as Jaxx interacted with Eliana. There was far more there than he would have suspected, and it made him curious just exactly how, and for how long, they knew each other. It was more than just simple friendship for McKenna to allow him to kiss her on the forehead. That move had spoken volumes about their relationship. Now, though, Nathan wanted to know more. Not just about their relationship, but about this Jaxx Crandell.
" Yes lets do this,” the Bride said before taking a fleeting glance, and moving forward.
With that said, and the party now moving, Ramius decided to allow Jaxx and McKenna to take the lead; instead waiting on Leah Wickley. Ever the gentleman, he extended his arm to her, if she wanted to take it, and followed the rest of the group onwards to the Holodeck.
== following you Eliana! ==
Posted Star Date 21902.17 @ 16:38 (04:38 PM)
Posted Star Date 21902.17 @ 21:36 (09:36 PM)
This isn’t like you..
Price smoothed out her dress for the millionth time, scrutinizing herself in the mirror for hours after plowing through over a hundred different dresses. She finally decided upon a medium length, light blue dress with lacy sleeves that ended just past her elbows. She applied light, natural makeup and adorned a few silver accessories. After donning a pair of white sandal wedges, she grabbed a small handbag and made her way towards the Gettysburg.
The last time she went to a social gathering it was mainly to appease her mother who so desperately wanted Michelle to find a little more fun in her life. So on a whim, she dressed up, dropped into a party and ended up spending a night through a whirlwind of events. Most of which surrounded a light-footed security midshipman known as Nathan Ramius.
When a wedding was announced to occur on the Getty she no sooner received a message of invitation to attend as a ‘plus one’. Bombarded by the news of the Intrepid’s decommissioning and her reassignment to the Magellan, it all left her a little unsure. It also didn’t help the schedule for departure was rather hazy so... she officially declined Nathan's offer. It was only the day prior to the actual wedding that she received correspondence detailing the departure time of the Magellan which would be after the event.
Some people love surprises, Michelle… even though you’re not one of them
It seemed a little too last minute to bother dumping onto Nathan the news of her attendance. No doubt he would want to orchestrate some sort of ‘pre-wedding’ toast: complete with a calculated bouquet of flowers, matching boutonniere- the works. To avoid the last minute hassle, she decided to escort herself to the Gettysburg, following a procession of other event-goers to the ships Holodecks.
The beachfront setting was beautifully romantic, especially seeing as the whole scene was bathed by the warm glow of the slowly setting sun. Price took several seconds to absorb her surroundings, before she settled herself into the crowd towards the back. Trying to look around without too obviously seeming like she was either lost or searching for something, she resolved to just keep her head forward and rested her purse on the empty seat adjacent to her.
Well, if anything… I’ll most likely see him during the reception.
Edited by Lt Michelle Price, Star Date 21902.17 @ 21:49 (09:49 PM).
Posted Star Date 21902.17 @ 22:49 (10:49 PM)
Mark was totally unsure about the function, he didn't know anybody from the Gettysburg, save for a chance meeting with Lt McKenna the bride to be. She'd been kind enough to include the medic and asked him to attend her wedding. Reluctantly he agreed to go, though he did feel like a bit of an imposter. The native of Texas had put on his best black trousers, jacket and large collared white shirt with the top two buttons hanging loose. On his feet were his fine brown leather boots, shined to perfection as always and his off-white Stetson on his neatly groomed head.
Donovan entered the holodeck and noticed several people in attendance, some of which looked in his direction and to them he acknowledged with a nod or touching the brim of his hat. The situation was indeed awkward for him, he felt as though he was really conspicuous and on display. That was the last thing he wanted. Life was proving to strange of late, jumbled to the point of confusion and seemingly he'd hit a brick wall. The Gettysburg was being taken out of service very soon and Mark had been left without an assignment. Typical higher-ups, assigning people to posts and then pulling the post from under them. Didn't they know what was going to happen, or was it a case of the left-hand right-hand condition.
Mark took an empty seat and sat back, briefly he removed his hat and mopped his brow. While waiting for the ceremony to begin, the Medic did some thinking about his future with the service. This was his second tour of service with Star Fleet, his first term had ended with the deactivation of the Marine Corp. Yes, he'd been offered an assignment when the news broke, command told him that medics would always be needed in the Fleet. But Mark had decided to reserve and return to Earth and work with his parents. That lasted for quite a while, but the call for service was loud and he felt obligated to answer it. Civilian life on Earth was not for him, he needed to be out in space and doing something he deemed worthwhile.
So he reactivated to full status as a Petty Officer Second Class, he was ordered to Pioneer Outpost and to report to the USS Gettysburg for duty. Was someone having a joke at his expense, it sure as hell seemed like it. Though it was said to be a clerical error and should have only been seen as a minor set back, Donovan had been unsuccessful with the applications he'd sent in. Normally Mark liked to be organised and to have his days planned out as much as possible, he loved being organised, but at that point, he had no clue as to what was going on.
Another consideration for him had been suggested by a guy he'd met in the station bar, who prior to Star Fleet had worked in the civilian sector on Freighters. They need medical personnel just as much and from what he'd heard the pay wasn't so bad. Mark had done a couple of hours of research into the active civvie freight companies, a few popped up, Crandell Trans-Global, Stellar Cargo Haulers and Astral Incorporated. He wasn't going to stop looking at either a Star Fleet assignment or civilian job surely there was something out there for him.
Posted Star Date 21902.17 @ 23:22 (11:22 PM)
You really know how to stick your foot in your mouth, Benjamin thought as soon as he finished speaking. Morgan tilted her head at his statement and caught his eyes for a moment before scanning the crowd quite deliberately, almost making a show of it. He noticed the green and gold in them breaking up the typical full blackness of a Betazoid, marking her mixed heritage which he had somehow missed before.
She comes over to be friendly, he thought, and you try to drive her away. He mentally kicked himself. Maybe his brain had had a good reason for it, but it was still impolite, and he wasn't entirely sure there was a good reason. Besides, mom raised you better than that, he chided himself and tried to raise his smile back as she turned back.
"Hmm, I don't see anyone that I need to talk to. What about you, bump?" she asked Evie, who thoroughly ignored the question and continued entertaining herself with handfuls of her dress. "And I have specific orders not to meddle today." Fortunately for his ego, she flashed a smile teasingly at him. "Evie here merely wanted to meet a new officer serving within her kingdom but if you'd like, we can leave you to examining the holographic weather. I mean... that's definitely a super exciting topic of examination." She seemed to consider for a moment before laughing, "After about six shots, that is."
He laughed with her. "No, I've been six shots deep many a time, and I don't think holographic weather would be terribly interesting even then." He looked around, seeing a few more people having entered the holodeck. "It's just... I'm not used to people actually making it a point to talk to me. Caught me off guard, I guess."
He fiddled with his ring some more, a touch nervously. "Of course, it could just be that I'm terrible at weddings. I wasn't even that good at my own, though maybe that should've been my first clue, given how it turned out." He sighed, catching himself before he could dive more into that particular hole and make those six shots more of a suggestion than a playful joke. "But that's not what we're here for. We're here to celebrate, and Eliana would kill me if I darkened the mood.
"So you were given explicit orders not to meddle?" he asked, trying to be playful again. "That something that you're likely to do if given the license to do so? Maybe I should make a point to stay away from you, then - either that or make the offer to help out whenever you need a hand with something." He chuckled. "But of course, I do that and who knows what mischief you might pull me in to."
He fiddled with his cuffs for a moment before catching her eye again. "Might be worth it, though. Assuming you ever actually need the help," he amended. "Everything I've heard paints you as immensely capable, so you likely don't need it and I'm rambling again." He shook his head and scratched at his eye lightly, laughing to himself. "Obviously, I came to this social occasion prepared to be sociable. Maybe those shots wouldn't have been a bad idea."
Posted Star Date 21902.18 @ 11:07 (11:07 AM)
Posted Star Date 21902.18 @ 16:13 (04:13 PM)
Jaxx walked pridefully holding onto the arm of his friend, he was smiling as he strolled the corridors of the Gettysburg, there was also some sadness within as he knew it was one of the last times he would step foot on the ship. He was set to leave the ship and join the crew of the Sheridan, but from what the rumour mill was saying, the old girl was being taken out of service pretty soon.
Crandell chuckled to himself about the times he'd had on the ship, but more along the lines of the times he'd shared with Eliana. One of the most recent misadventures was on Starbase Bravo, after Jaxx had had relations with a rather fine looking science officer lady. Though the ending was not so sweet and he'd found himself running through the corridors naked. Eliana had found him and helped him, the smile faded as he remembered what nearly happened.
His life was full of what ifs that day, what if he'd let himself go with Eliana, would he have ever met Aurora and would he have got close Eli in such a way. It could have been him waiting in the holodeck to put a ring on her finger. It didn't really matter as long as she was happy, like he was with Aurora, who soon enough would be having a ring put on her finger by him.
"So you ready to become Mrs Hobritz?" Jaxx asked smiling.
Posted Star Date 21902.18 @ 23:37 (11:37 PM)
Edited by Capt Tyra Crawford, Star Date 21902.19 @ 00:03 (12:03 AM).
Posted Star Date 21902.18 @ 23:46 (11:46 PM)
Posted Star Date 21902.19 @ 03:09 (03:09 AM)
Morgan laughed with him at his own self-deprecating humor, which was gratifying. "How about this?" she said. "When this pomp and circumstance is over, I will buy you a shot of your choice so that maybe you have a chance of enjoying this social event. I mean buying one shot can't be considered meddling, right?" she added, brushing a stray hair from her eyes.
"So I have been the Cap's yeoman for... almost six years? I'm not sure I'd say that I'm 'immensely capable' but I make do pretty well," she said, shrugging her shoulders with just a hint of discomfort at the thought. "Being in that role so longs makes it basically second nature to take charge of events and make sure that they run smoothly. It's rare that I'm merely in attendance like now and I was expressly told to keep my fingers out of the honey jar unless specifically asked. Which is fine, except those damn flowers on that arch are just a little crooked and it may be driving me just a little crazy not to be able to straighten them," she said with a laugh. "I know I'm a mess."
He laughed as well, looking at the archway in question and noticing the flowers, likely having been disturbed by the breeze. "Thank you for that," he joked with a bright smile. "I'm going to be distracted by them all during the ceremony now."
"But I'm a mess of perfection that keeps everything running smooth -- if you're ever serious about wanting to help, let me know. I'm sure I can put someone of your skills to work with great reward." She looked him in the eye, a stray twinkle of mischief lighting the darkness of her eyes more than the sun did, and he couldn't help but laugh. She winked at him. "And let it be known that I have never been caught doing something I'm not suppose to and I don't plan to start now."
"Well," he replied, "far be it from me to destroy your record on that front. But I think that yes, I'd be more than happy to help out if you need it. I'm sure you know how to find me when the time comes."
He leaned back, smiling at Morgan and then down at the little girl in her arms who was still plenty amused by her dress. "Nathan and I had talked about starting up a poker game at some point," he said as he looked back up at Morgan, "though that was before news of the Gettysburg's decommission came down. Assuming that our orders keep us together, you're more than welcome to join in. If you want, I'll keep you in the loop on that, though you seem like you'd just take all of my money if you came."
Posted Star Date 21902.19 @ 12:35 (12:35 PM)
Posted Star Date 21902.20 @ 12:25 (12:25 PM)
There were knots upon knots that curled up within him. The circumstances of the ceremony, being that it wasn’t his, didn’t help at all either. Nor did having a near total stranger, beautiful as she was, on his arm as they started walking into the picturesque scene laid out before them. Nathan had to remind himself several times as they advanced to the back row of chairs that all of this was for Ellie. This was her moment, and once she walked in, all the focus would be on her. Saying that was easy, as was thinking it, and so he reinforced it with a little mental mantra.
What a gorgeous view, and such a scenic memory this will be for Mike and Eliana.
Of course, he didn’t know Lieutenant Mike Hobritz, but McKenna had talked about him enough that he felt like he did. It was better than nothing, and it would have to do for the time being. Yet it spoke volumes as to the trials that Star Fleet Officers faced with romance. Whenever the ship pulled back into Pioneer, they’d get to see each other again surely, but what about the rest of the time? Did everything just get put on hold until the next moment? Could people just truly pickup exactly where things were last left off?
Those aren’t questions that they are thinking. Well, maybe it is, or was, until now. Those are questions I’m thinking.
An ethereal dart pierced him just then, but it wasn’t pain that he felt. The reaction was far different. A stupid grin pulled at his cheeks because he thought of her.
As he released Leah to stand on the Groom’s side, which also felt odd but was right in protocol, he turned about and finally looked out upon the ‘sea’ of faces. Again it was a small ceremony, and he saw Braggins, Elias, McConnelly, Price, the other other Crawford, the Captain’s yeoman…
Nathan shook his head, dumbfounded. His eyes blinked furiously for a moment.
Jubilant elation rose up and forced one of his feet forward towards her, but he willed himself to stay put. It was a challenge as ever single fiber of muscle wanted nothing more than to stride over to her and pick her up.
She’d hate that, he smirked knowingly.
His body language would probably be clear to everyone at that point, so he returned his foot back to where it was, and straightened out the tighter-than-usual Dress Uniform he wore. It didn’t take him long to notice her outfit, which was an amazing choice for a beach wedding. In particular he enjoyed the look of her lacy arms, white wedged sandals, and her own natural beauty that fit every bit the part of the atmosphere.
I knew I should have went against protocol and choose something more seaside than stuffy!!
Far too late now, he removed that notion from thought. Then, he also realized that he was staring at her, so he stopped doing that too; though he did a poor job as his eyes frequently darted back to her throughout. Instead, he did try to focus on his friend, Eliana. Well, her and some of the other people in the holodeck, though his eyes kept coming back to her.
Should I wave? Oh she would hate that too. I’d find it cute. She’d find it cute. It’d be cute and she would hate it, surely. Hahaha! Hmmm… no, no, be good Nathan. You can give her a friendly squeeze once the ceremony is over.
A quick raising of his chin happened when Eliana’s march started, and he stood at ease in order to match his uniform. With the wave of a mental hand, he waved away the wispy thoughts and instead focused himself on that moment. It was a memory that he wanted to cherish, and so he was sure to be mindful of everything around him, and the celebration of love that would soon happen.
Another simple smile adorned his lips.
Posted Star Date 21902.20 @ 13:07 (01:07 PM)
The view as they entered the Holodeck was absolutely breathtaking. The instant Nathan and Leah made their way to the aisle, she felt the warm breeze kiss every inch of exposed skin on her legs and arms that weren't covered by her form hugging mint green dress, giving her the slightest of chills. Her smile grew as they approached the small gathering, completely in awe at the picturesque style the couple had chose for their big day. The vibrations coming from everyone around the group moved her to tear up momentarily, but she smiled through it, waving at the familiar and unfamiliar faces as she and Nathan slowly walked arm in arm up towards the waiting groom. She even caught a quick glance of Liam McConnelly sitting in the crowd, and her eyes lit up. She made a quick mental note to approach him at the reception, and take the opportunity to socialize with the new, and very talented, doctor.
Taking a quick glance at Nathan just as they reached the podium, she sensed every bit of his tension and nervousness, and opted to give his arm a quick squeeze before they parted ways. But, as her gazed lingered on his handsome features, she noticed his eyes move to the crowd. Leah instantly saw his whole stance and facial expressions change from one of mild awe to intense confusion, disbelief and... excitement? Leah followed his gaze to the crowd, where she laid eyes on a quite beautiful brunette, whom herself seemed to be a touch nervous, and perhaps a little out of place.
When Leah looked back up at Nathan, it didn't take long for her to put two and two together and she chuckled, shifting on her feet to stand on the Bride's side of the stage. That look was familiar.
Cutie has a girlfriend... Ooooh... Suddenly, his awkwardness made so much more sense when she was flirting with him earlier. With a smirk, Leah gave a sidelong glance to Nathan, just before she noticed the crowd grow quiet. Aye, t' tease him another time perhaps...
Leah moved her gaze just as the beaming, absolutely stunning beauty that was her best friend began to make her way down the aisle, with a very handsome Jaxx Crandell escorting her.
==Tag the gorgeous bride to be!!!==
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Jenny and Bryan had stayed out of the way while they waited for the ceremony to start, until Jenny had noticed Cera making some form of mischief with one of the new Engineers; Elias, she recalled. Whatever they were talking about, Cera was juggling social interaction with her responsibilities as baby Evie's caretaker admirably, but Jenny quickly began to wonder whether Cera might be more comfortable without the infant tugging on her hair or dress, or threatening to dribble all over her. Quietly, Jenny moved in behind Cera and as she bounced the baby, slipped her arms (one pale and the other so heavily tattooed that the skin tone wasn't visible above the wrist) past her head and gently relieved her of the wriggling child, who gurgled with glee at being 'up' again. As she pulled away, Jenny murmured into Cera's ear just loud enough for Elias to hear.
"Be good, he's new. Don't break him!"
Mischievous grin on her face, Jenny moved quickly back to Bryan, bouncing and snuggling the closest thing she had to a niece in her arms as she did so. As usual, Bryan lit up at the sign of his niece, and Jenny was hit by a pang of sadness; Bryan was wonderful with Tyra's daughter, and would make a fantastic father himself one day. Before Evie had been born, before she'd met Bryan, had anyone asked whether Jenny wanted a family of her own, the answer would have been a firm no. Now she wasn't so sure; midnight feedings and dirty diapers notwithstanding, motherhood appeared to have done Tyra good. When McKenna's baby arrived within the next few weeks, Jenny expected to see similar changes in the Security Officer. If she and Bryan were to take that step, something that they weren't ready to take after just a few months (unlike certain other couples), would she be a good mother? Would her child inherit the 'gifts' she had been bestowed with? Would it be morally and ethically right to bring such a child into the world? Would it be morally and ethically right to correct a child to make it normal? Her smile faltered slightly as another thought, sadder even than her previous ones, came to mind. Given what had been done to her, was she even capable of reproducing? It stood to reason that the techniques used in her creation were jealously-guarded secrets, and none of the original Eugenic Augments were known to have sired children...
It wouldn't be fair to trap Bryan in an unproductive marriage... Assuming that's even what he wants...
Before Jenny could begin to dwell on feelings left unexpressed, words left unsaid, the doors opened and music began to play. McKenna looked amazing in her dress, escorted by Jaxx Crandell who would be giving her away. Behind them, Ramius was walking arm-in-arm with Leah Wickley, her taste in men having apparently improved somewhat, and seemed to get increasingly nervous as his eyes locked on a dark-haired woman in the crowd that Jenny had noticed but not recognised. At first, she'd assumed she was a member of one or other of the couple's families, but the look on his face said it all.
So that's Miss Price, is it? Well well well, she's cute I'll give him that!
When McKenna finally reached the stand where Hobritz waited for her, Jenny waited patiently for Tyra to start even as Evie played with her free hand and began to remorselessly gnaw on her finger.
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Posted Star Date 21902.24 @ 00:26 (12:26 AM)
Stranger still was the officer giving Eli away. Jaxx Crandell was accompanying her up the aisle. Ed had a hard time seeing Jaxx as responsible, but he hadn’t known him long enough to make an accurate assessment. As he considered to the two officers he hoped that Mike really appreciated the lady he was about to marry. Anyone who could befriend those two reprobates was somebody very special.
Ed was having difficulty placing the music, but he hoped it was something meaningful to the couple. Weddings were odd experiences for him. There was so much emotional baggage tied up in the whole thing. The setting they’d chosen was possibly the most relaxing he been in, so that boded well for the proceedings. He watched as the group made their way down the aisle. He was looking forward to the exchanging of vows. There was so much you could tell in a person’s tone of voice. After the mission that the crew had had they really needed something special to celebrate.
Posted Star Date 21902.24 @ 13:23 (01:23 PM)
== Temp NRC – Midshipman Doctor Liam McConnelly ==
When the bridal party entered, Liam’s heart leapt right up and started beating with a strong cadence. The excitement almost felt too much to bear for him, and the doctor even felt a little light headed from it all. It wasn’t a sick feeling though, so it stuck to his face in the form of a wide grin – a boyish grin. When he turned his head to watch as they entered, he froze once his eyes hit her.
Dia ár sábháil! The lass is gorgeous! Just look at’er! Oh Liam, you eejit. Ya shoulda dressed up more!
Heart pumping even harder than before, McConnelly suddenly felt worried that he was staring, and he was, while Leah Wickley walked in with Nathan Ramius. They looked good together, the pair, but there was only one person the doctor could imagine on her arm. Had it been a cartoon, the man was sure his heart would be beating out of his chest, probably knocking over a few chair from the row ahead as it did.
I’ve never seen her out of uniform have I? What an absolute ride! It’s the dress isn’t it? Just the way it… okay, just breath Liam. T’isn’t like she will notice you, what with all these other lovelies in here is it? Oh but that dress, with the lace, and that face, oh Leah Wickley you’re a right beave.
Then, as if the room could get anymore beautiful, the bride started down the aisle. Liam somehow managed to tear his eyes off of his colleague and look as the music had started.
Here is another wetser!! This room is full of stunners, my word!
Ya should have dressed up more LIAM! And stand up!
With his brain yelling at him, McConnelly somehow found his feet and stood up, trying hard to fix his shirt and sports coat, though he now very much felt undressed for the occasion. Wickley, Crawford, Braggins, the other lady that he couldn’t remember with that Engineer from Sickbay, and most importantly the Bride, Eliana: he felt like he’d been hit with an ugly stick compared to them.
Ohhhhhhhh I hope they are servin’ the real stuff tonight. That’s the only way anyone will be botherin’ to look at me.
Despite all of the thoughts going through the good doctor’s head, there wasn’t a moment where he stopped smiling.
And it was the same smile.
A huge, boyish grin.
Posted Star Date 21902.24 @ 15:21 (03:21 PM)
"I would love to join your poker game," Morgan replied with a sly grin. "That sounds like fun! Hopefully, we'll get the chance to do that; the Captain is trying to keeping as much of the crew together as possible but we'll see how successful she is," she commented with a tiny shrug.
She looked like she was about to say more when Benjamin saw Commander Braggins come up behind her and take Evie from her arms. She tensed up slightly before realizing just who it was taking the child. Benjamin was a little shocked; he hadn't had much time to get to know the first officer, but she definitely didn't seem like the maternal type. Just goes to show you can't judge a book, he thought, and smiled at them. As she pulled away, however, Braggins stage-whispered "Be good, he's new," in Morgan's ear. "Don't break him!"
Benjamin felt his face flush and his brain spun for a moment as Morgan speared the young commander with a penetrating stare. And just what was that supposed to mean? he thought, and not for the first time regretted not keeping better hold of his orders when he had reported aboard. He'd known at the time he wouldn't live that down. "I'm not the one with a reputation for breaking midshipman!" she called at the retreating Braggins, rolling her eyes as she turned back to Benjamin. "I hope for your sake that you haven't had to endure Jenny's 'Midshipman Training Program' but if you have, I'll buy you two shots instead of just one," she said with a grin.
"I haven't," he heard himself say, "but I'll still take that second shot if you're offering." What training program? he thought. Was there a required training I missed somewhere? His head spun for a moment, but he was saved by music and the opening of the holodeck doors to reveal the bridal party. Benjamin grinned at Nathan as he walked Wickley down the aisle, and was grateful that he didn't have to wear his own class A's for this. To be fair, though, he did cut a dashing figure and was the picture of a best man as they made their way to the front.
He was grinning as he saw Nathan catch Price's eye and the stupid grin that spread across his roommate's face, when he felt Morgan squeeze his forearm. He looked down at it briefly, a touch confused, before looking back at her and the wide, excited smile spread across her face. She was so happy seeing her friend coming into the ceremony, and for a brief moment he thought of Iris and how happy she was when they had had to attend weddings. Maybe it's just a woman thing, he thought. Or maybe just seeing their friends getting to be happy.
He didn't say anything, though he stretched out his other hand out of sight beside the chair as a way to relieve tension. Part of him reminded him that she probably didn't even know she was doing it; it was just a reflex, wanting to share a joyous moment with someone. Another part wanted to remove her hand as fast as possible, because he was a one-woman man and what would Iris think? The larger part of him yelled at that thought that she'd been out of his life for half a decade, why should he care what she thought? A quiet part, nearly drowned out, said she's a beautiful woman who's reaching out to him in a moment of happiness and just wanted to enjoy it while it lasted. All of him, though, was looking forward to that drink after the ceremony.
Fortunately, as Eliana started walking down the aisle, he was able to push those thoughts aside and just try to be happy for his friend. "She's so pretty," he heard Morgan say to herself, and he couldn't help but agree.
"That she is," he said with a smile. "That she is."
Posted Star Date 21902.24 @ 22:04 (10:04 PM)
Jenny's mind was wandering again when Bryan's hand snaked around her waist and rested on her hip, giving it a gentle squeeze and tugging her in close. Though their relationship had, until that point, not been something they advertised given their respective positions, it wasn't a secret, either; Cera was too good at gossiping for anything to stay secret for long, and the Braggins/Crawford romance was probably the worst-kept secret aboard. There were some who didn't know, and most pretended not to, but there were fewer and fewer surprised faces every time they walked into or out of the gym together, or when they reserved one of the corner tables in Orrin's bar of a night. That didn't mean her cheeks didn't heat a little when he pulled her in close and pressed his lips to her head, however.
"Whatever is bothering you... we can get through anything together."
Jenny's eyes misted as he loosened his grip, but she remained pressed against him; his presence gave her comfort even as Evie decided that Jenny's finger wasn't worth chewing any more and was making an attempt to pull herself out of Jenny's grip using the woman's hair, and give her nose a serious gumming. Bryan was better for her than she deserved, he was too good to her. He'd saved her life, stood by her in her darkest moments, taught her to begin to think of herself as something other than a monster. He was romantic, kind, funny, not to mention gorgeous. He never complained about her taste in music or her other hobbies, and seemed to be able to keep up with their more strenuous pursuits. Though they couldn't say they didn't have any secrets from each other, they really were a team; partners in every sense of the word.
But is this something we can get through? What if one day, he wants a family and I can't give him what he wants...
As she looked at McKenna and Hobritz standing at the front, Jenny felt the jealousy bubbling inside her. Despite the unexpected pregnancy and rushed wedding, they'd be the perfect little family sooner rather than later. It truly wasn't fair, or was it? Why shouldn't fate smile on McKenna and Hobritz? They both seemed like good people, and they deserved to be happy. At least they were being somewhat honest with each other about what they both wanted, given the wedding ceremony currently taking place. Perhaps that was the problem? Jenny and Bryan had expressed themselves to each other physically and they definitely enjoyed their time together; Cera had said they made a good couple, and Jenny agreed, but despite the old saying of 'actions speaking louder than words', neither of them had spoken the fateful phrase. Had Bryan not said it because he didn't want to ruin a good thing, because he didn't feel that way or was worried Jenny didn't? Was Jenny not saying it because she was afraid Bryan didn't feel that way? The whole thing was ridiculous, in her head that was a simple fact, but her heart froze in terror every time she even considered it.
It's obvious to everyone that this isn't just friends with benefits, and he's right that we're a team... So why is it so hard?
Swallowing hard, Jenny pressed herself closer against Bryan, gently disentangling her hair from Evie's tiny hands and giving her a finger to chew on again. Then, in what was possibly the greatest leap of faith Jenny had ever taken, and that included acts like flying a Support Escort through an asteroid field, taking on insurmountable odds in a fragile starfighter, and trying to steal a train, Jenny took a deep breath.
"I love you, Bryan. You know that, right?"
Her voice was quiet with insecurity, and she closed her eyes tightly shut as the words escaped her lips; simultaneously mentally kicking herself for allowing this to happen here and now, and praying, no begging for him to reciprocate. Having never trusted anyone enough to say the words before, and if she was honest with herself it was now obvious in hindsight that she hadn't loved Jake, but Bryan was different and she wasn't sure what might happen if he didn't feel the same way.
Posted Star Date 21902.25 @ 04:58 (04:58 AM)
The music started to play to signal the procession of the bridal party and of course, the bride herself.
A dapper, muscular form passed by her right shoulder, towing another member of the bridal party. He was wearing dress whites, and by the looks of it, they were just a bit too tight in the shoulders, his muscles easily defined by the stretched creases. Despite the close fit, she couldn’t help but admire the professionalism of the suit--he looked very Starfleet.
Seems someone’s been working out…
He hadn’t noticed her on his walk forward, but that was all too obviously changed when he spun around to face everyone in attendance. His eyes quickly locked with hers which caused a blush to engulf her face. She subtly smiled, nodded in acknowledgment, dodging him a look that said, ‘yes-I’m-here-but-stay-where-you-are’.
It was then another pair of individuals passed by her arm, a tall uniformed man she didn’t recognize followed by the obviously pregnant bride. Her face seemed to glow as she glided down the center aisle, her dress gently blowing to the ocean breeze akin to an angels wings gracefully flowing in the wind.
The husband-to-be stood expectantly at the the end of the aisle, his eyes sparkling just as much as the bride. As they stand joined, Michelle could feel emotions surging inside her. She didn’t know the couple, but that didn’t matter. The atmosphere of love was so palpable that the warm beach-breeze seemed to carry the unanimous contentment. She couldn’t help but look back over to Nathan and smile, her heart fluttering inside her chest.
Maybe…. No… it’s way too soon to know
Posted Star Date 21902.27 @ 15:03 (03:03 PM)
After a moment’s pause to allow the bride and groom a moment to each other, the redhead cleared her throat slightly. “Welcome , family, friends and loved ones. We gather here today to celebrate the wedding of Eliana and Mike. You have come here to share in this formal commitment they make to each other, to offer your support and to allow Eliana and Mike to begin their marriage surrounded by the people most important to them. So behalf of the bride and groom, thank you for sharing this exciting moment with them.”
Now, Tyra offered a grin. “Normally, on Earth, now is the time where I would spend an unnecessary amount of time defining marriage and love with some unfortunately sappy metaphor. There’s usually a dose of redundant marriage advice but let’s be honest: we all know the definitions and the bride and groom are likely to receive far more advice than they could ever appreciate in the weeks ahead so let's get to the juicy part so that the bride and groom can get to their happily ever after faster.”
Her blue eyes shifted from the gathered attendees to the bride and groom and she offered an encouraging smile. Then, she motioned to Eliana, indicating that she'd go first in the vows.
"Eliana, repeat after me: Mike, I promise to cherish you always, to honor and sustain you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, and to be true to you in all things until death alone shall part us," Tyra recited, pausing to allow Eli to repeat the vows to Mike. Then, she turned just a hair and said the same vows to Mike for him to repeat.
With that done, she motioned for the rings, which were placed carefully in her hands. She separated them and carefully handed Mike's ring to Eli.
"Eliana, as you place the ring on Mike’s finger, please repeat after me: I give you this ring to wear as a symbol of my abiding love, my eternal faith, and my undying devotion. It is an outward reminder of our inner unity."
She paused to allow Eli to say her words to Mike before handing Mike the bride's ring. She repeated the same words for Mike to say back to his new bride, pausing to let him recite the vow and to give them a moment to themselves before reaching the finale.
"By the power vested in me by Starfleet Command, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife! You may now kiss the bride," she declared, stepping back a half step to allow the limelight to return to the happy couple.
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Posted Star Date 21902.27 @ 18:16 (06:16 PM)
== Temp NRC – Midshipman Doctor Liam McConnelly ==
When the Bride started to cry, then he started to cry, and Liam was just sure that everyone should be crying at that point. He searched for a handkerchief inside of his sportscoat, and finally found one as he began wiping the mess that was his face.
Weddings are such beautiful things, he thought as he wiped away a few more tears that seemed to keep leaking, despite trying to control himself, awwww, ya big mushy mess, stop. You’ll get your outfit all wet and then where will we be?
He watched intently as the happy couple walked hand-in-hand down the aisle, and he couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh. Oh, and it wasn’t just verbal contentedness either; the Irishman also clapped his hands together, though quietly and to himself, while his feet bounced up and down. It was so lovely, and so overwhelming at the same time. Inside, Liam was a hopeless romantic, and the wedding had only served to heighten that side of him. Though a small bit of reality sunk in for him just then, realising that occasions such as this were few and far between in Star Fleet. Sure, people met aboard, and sure there were… flings. Of that he knew well, considering his profession. Yet, rarely did it all culminate into such a splendid affirmation like it had today. Still, watching Eliana and Mike up there gave him hope, that he might find his one-and-ever-after too.
Liam then moved onwards to the reception area, deciding to gather himself up a drink. After all, he’d embarrassed himself earlier with the Captain, so that deserved at least one drink. Then the wedding toast. Cheers to the Bride. Cheers to the Groom. Cheers to the Wedding Party. Drinks all ‘round he reckoned.
Taking his first sip of an Irish concoction called a 'Fat Frog', he enjoyed the delicious coolness as it quenched his palate. Though not quite as he would make it, it was still worthwhile, particularly in the heat of the beach.
Wait… its just a holographic beach. Did my mind make up the heat? Or is the heat part of the simulation? Oh, that’s a rabbit hole… best not think about such things Liam. Lest ya fall into a crisis… another sip washed away the loaded ruminations.
That is when he turned to take a look at the newlyweds as they had moved to the beach. The white sand was a nice touch, and there were so many elem…
Wait, he watched as the Groom helped sit Eliana down as her face scrunched up in agony, Oh my word…
Placing his drink down, he quickly moved through the grouping of people, turning his shoulders in order to make haste to the beachside. Thankfully, because of the people in the simulation, he didn’t have to go far to get to McKenna's side.
“What happened?” he asked Mike, though the question was quickly irrelevant as he saw the waters beneath McKenna.
“Oh. Ohhhh… okay, we’re going to be fine,” Liam assured the three of them, though it was probably more for him than it was for them.
Pulling his commbadge out from the inner pocket of his sport jacket, he opened up a channel.
“McConnelly to Transport Room One. Medical Code twenty-four-Delta-three on my signal, put us straight into Surgical Bay One. Energize.”
With that, both McConnelly and McKenna dematerialized.
== staying in the subplot thread, but Liam and Eliana are going Express to Sickbay ==
Posted Star Date 21902.27 @ 18:59 (06:59 PM)
Leah chewed on her lip as to keep from breaking into tears as they vows were exchanged between her best friend and the love of her life. The setting couldn't have been more perfect, as the light breeze settled on kissing her skin at small intervals, as did the warmth of the sunshine. But nothing was glowing brighter than the bride.
"By the power vested in my by Starfleet Command, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife! You may now kiss the bride," Captain Crawford declared, giving them space to carry out her order. Once they locked lips, Leah allowed herself to let out a giddy squeal, bouncing on her heels momentarily until the bride and groom parted. The happiness bouncing back and forth between everyone in the holodeck had the little redhead on cloud nine. Aye, but why can't people be happy like this every moment of the day? It's intoxicating! Leah giggled to herself as she watched the happy couple march down the aisle together.
Speaking of intoxication... Leah followed suit, as the bridal party also walked down to the reception area shortly after. Placing her bouquet down on the nearest safe surface, she all but bee lined to the bartender and leaned on her elbow in his direction.
"Aye, tha' beautiful lass there. I need to make a toast to her, so gimme a glass of th' bubbly." Leah ordered and sat back, waiting for her drink. What sort of Maid of Honor would she be if she didn't give a speech?
Glancing around, she spotted the newlyweds on one side, chatting with a group whom she assumed were congratulating them. With a smile, her eyes scanned the other happy faces, soaking in the positive vibes as much as she can. She knew happiness like that was short lasting when it came to being a Starfleet Officer, so, much like enjoying the sunshine on a winter's day in Ireland, you take it and treasure it as if it's the last time you'll see it.
Because Goddess knows that anything can happen to change the course of our lives forever.... Leah's smile twitched as the image of Jelal's lifeless eyes flashed in her mind, and she was hit with a small wave of dizziness. Easy... don't do that to yourself, Wickley. Shake it off... Leah visibly shook off the thought as her conscious commanded, trying to hold the thoughts of her nightmares at bay. This was a wedding after all. Now is not the time for guilt and grief.
Just as she was about to turn and grab the glass, she spotted another familiar face in the crowd, and her smiled returned tenfold. The dark haired Irishman stood and soaked in the sunshine while sipping a drink, and Leah had to give herself a giggle at the irony. "Aye, if I hadn't expected my kinsman to prove me right," Leah said softly to herself.
"Excuse me?" came the voice behind the bar. Leah started, and turned, quickly gaining her composure before grabbing the champagne and smiling at the barkeep.
"Nothing. Jus' some musin' is all. Thanks." Leah took the drink and sauntered over towards the crowd by Eliana and Mike. Without a thought, Leah used one of the chairs near a table to hop up onto said table, right behind the bride and groom. She clinked her glass as she stood above the crowd.
"Attention! Lads and lassies and everythin' in between!" Leah started, giving a grin to the crowd. "Just me, the maid-of-'onor wanting to take a quick moment here to congratulate the happy couple." She gave a pause, making sure she had everyone's attention. After adjusting the skirt of her dress back down to her knees, flattening the fabric to look as presentable as possible, Leah raised her glass up and waved it slowly around, as if gesturing to the whole crowd.
"To those that made it here from afar, thank ye for your sacrifice. Space travel is hell on sleeping patterns, ask me how I know. There will be pillows in the lounge for nap-time after this is over." A pause, then she continued, "As for the rest of you, meet me in my office after midnight and we'll watch sappy classic movies and wallow in the fact we weren't the ones gettin' married today." Another pause.
Leah turned then, glancing down at Eliana and Mike. "Listen, lassie. I haven't known you that long, but I have to say that the time we have spent together, you have been nothin' but a ray of sunshine in my life. You helped me adjust to Starfleet in such a way that I can now handle the fear of the unknown. For that I'll always be grateful." She smiled down at her friend, and bit her lip to hold back the tears. She looked over at Mike and beamed again. "And if I may, your taste in men rivals mine, so congratulations on the fine catch." She gave a wink to Mike. "May he bring you the happiness you deserve, my beautiful angel."
Leah then turned again to the crowd and smiled wide, holding up her glass. "To Eliana and Michael Hobritz. May you both live as long as you want, and never want as long as you live. Bainise Shona**." With that, she took a large swig of her champagne, and then gracefully jumped back down off the table and gave Eliana a big hug.
As the party continued, Leah found her way back to the barkeep again, this time for a glass of the good stuff. Vintage Scotch with a splash of soda. Once in hand a few minutes later, she turned with the intention of finding her cute kinsman, but she didn't spot him right away. She searched for a moment, when something caught her eye.
Out on the beach, a little ways away from the crowd, Mike and Liam were crouched next to Eliana, who looked to be in pain. As Leah took a step forward to make her way towards them, she watched as both Liam and Eli de-materialized and left the Holodeck. Leah's smile dropped, and she rushed over to Mike. After finding out where they went, Leah dropped her glass on the nearest table, and without a word, made her way quickly but quietly towards the Holodeck doors, and then out towards the turbolifts...
==Tags! Hope the speech was good! If I hijacked anyone, let me know!==
Posted Star Date 21902.27 @ 22:49 (10:49 PM)
Benjamin smiled and applauded as the bride and groom became man and still-very-pregnant wife. Their faces beamed as they were presented and made their way back down the aisle, and Benjamin was happy for them. He really was.
The deep sadness he felt was for himself, not for them. He remembered what that joy felt like, and its absence made itself felt all the more by seeing it present in his friend. He continued applauding as Nathan and Wickley proceeded down the aisle, glad that he was on the outside of the row so Morgan couldn't see that his smile was a little more wooden than he wanted it to be.
Get your head out of your ***, he chided himself. Sure, this brings back memories you'd rather keep buried until the heat death of the universe, but tear yourself up about it later. Now was the time to be happy for his friends, not bemoan the mistakes of the past. He shook his head slightly, and the smile became a bit warmer as the applause died down and the wedding adjourned to the reception area. He turned to Morgan and said, "So, you had something about buying me a drink." He laughed as warmly as he could. "Hell, I might even be convinced to return the favor if you could use another."
They walked across the sand to where the bar and tables were set up and requested their drinks. He took a sip of the whiskey once it came and sighed. The burn as it went down was welcome, and helped to let his mind focus on that rather than spinning out of control. "Thank you," he said to Morgan before he could think better of it, "for coming over and seeing about me. Seems the rumors are true; you really do know where and when you're needed." He smiled at her warmly, saluting with his glass before downing some more of the drink.
Before anything else could be said, though, Wickley was up on a table and clinking her glass for attention. She proceeded to give an excellent speech, appropriately humorous as befit the maid of honor and he laughed with the crowd as she continued on. However, at the end she sobered. "May he bring you the happiness you deserve, my angel," she said to Eliana, and then turned to the crowd and raised her glass. Benjamin raised his own in salute. "To Eliana and Michael Hobritz. May you both live as long as you want, and never want as long as you live. Bainise Shona!"
He lifted his glass high. "Hear hear!" he said, having no idea what that last phrase had meant but recognizing the sentiment well, and polished off the whiskey. He set the glass down on the bar and left it there. He wanted another, but knew better than to get it right this instant. Pace was the key.
"So, tell me," he said to Morgan with a smile, trying to get back on a more comfortable footing after his moment of vulnerability, "every ship has it's crazy stories. Surely you've got one to tell?"
Posted Star Date 21903.01 @ 17:32 (05:32 PM)
== Temp NRC – Midshipman Doctor Liam McConnelly ==
=== Sickbay ===
“Congratulations McKe… Mrs. Hobritz, you delivered an absolute unit! Four point three kilos even though he’s a week early. No wonder he wanted out, ‘twas running out of room! Oh, and just ye look at that head full of dark hair,” Liam placed the wee squawker up upon Eliana’s chest after some cleaning and a fresh warm blanket. Nurse Bressin brought another warmed blanket over for the newly-wed new-mother too, along with a tiny knitted cap for the baby. Several other Sickbay staff peeked from around the corner: the cooing over the newborn could easily be heard.
“Go shoo them away Bressin, let mama and papa have a little time to rest before all the gawkin’ happens,” Liam said in a hushed tone to the nurse, albeit with a smile on his face. He had no doubt that Eliana would have a room full of visitors if he allowed it; for many humans, the smell of a newborn was like catnip to cats. That, and a newborn baby was a rarity on a ship such as the Gettysburg, let alone in Star Fleet in general. In fact, he’d have to look up the statistics later to see how many babies were actually born aboard ships on tasking.
Bressin scooted away, and Liam checked Eliana’s vitals, along with the baby’s. Everything came up the strong side of normal, for both mother and child, which he shared with his patients.
“You both are doing extremely well," he said to Eliana and baby, before turning to Mike, "...healthy baby and healthy mum. You couldn’t ask for an easier delivery I’d say,” he gave the three of them a warm smile.
“I’m going to give you some time together. If you need anything, anything you just shout, because I’ll only be around the corner doing some panels. Bressin will be back to check up all of you too. You let us know when you think yer ready for guests. Unless you want to rest back in your Quarters, which would be fine too. I don’t see any reason to keep you here, as long as you rest a bit. And as long ye ya keep a good eye on her Mr. Hobritz.”
He waited for a response, his face bright like the sun.
== tag Eli ==
Edited by Mid Nathan Ramius, Star Date 21903.01 @ 17:40 (05:40 PM).
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Posted Star Date 21903.02 @ 00:19 (12:19 AM)
"Eli?" Leah gasped out as the doors slid open to the main Sickbay lobby. She looked around, and spotted a crowd inside one of the surgical rooms. She grinned, and made her way in that direction. Nurse Bressin was making his way around and telling everyone to hurry along and get back to their stations when she approached.
"Is Eli in there? Is she okay? How's the wee lad? Did he come out good? Oh gosh," Leah made a move towards the door, but Bressin put up his hand.
"Not right now, Leah. McConnelly wants to give the family a moment to recover before--" Bressin faded off as his comm chirped. He reached up and tapped the badge to open the channel.
[Doctor McConnelly to Nurse Bressin. If ye see Miss Leah, send her in please.] Liam's warm voice gave Leah a giddy feeling as her eyes widened.
With a small smile, Bressin responded, "Yes, Sir. She's here now, in fact. I'll let her in. Bressin out." The nurse gave a small bow and a gesture, and Leah barely said thanks before she was scurrying towards the surgical bay door.
Leah took no time to make her way to Eliana's side, offering her the biggest smile she could muster upon seeing the bundle in her arms. "You really know how te throw a party, don'tcha?" Leah laughed, reaching out to Mike and patting him jovially on the shoulder as she reached for Eli's free hand. "You all look so beautiful. Congratulations, my sweet lass." She leaned down and gave Eli a soft kiss on her brow, and looked down at the baby with a warmth in her chest. She straightened herself up and looked at the little family, seeing and feeling nothing but good vibes and emotions from them.
It was then she turned towards the doctor, and gave Liam a little wink. "And you, Mister. Quick thinkin' on transporting her here. You're sure going to be a gem to have around." She offered him a playful smirk and gave him a tiny bump on the shoulder.
"If you need anything, sweetheart, you let me know," Leah offered, turning her attention back towards Eliana. "But I'll let you rest. I just had to come see if you were okay."
After saying goodbye, she turned and made her way down the hall, with the thought of rejoining the party to let everyone know all was well with the bride, groom and their new baby.
Posted Star Date 21903.02 @ 15:50 (03:50 PM)
Watching the ceremony was something of a bit of a rollercoaster for Nathan. Incredibly happy for his friend, he found himself nearly coming to tears, seeing Eliana so joyful. Of all the people in the galaxy he knew, she was perhaps the most deserving to be happy. Then, he managed to sneak a few sideways glances to Michelle.
There is just something about her… I’m completely caught up in her and I barely know her. That is surely part of the attraction – the mystery. Though, it is only a portion of the whole picture, Ramius stopped himself there, keeping his mind from wandering too far from more wholesome thoughts.
Then there was also a sadness in his heart too. Eliana would get to spend some time with Mike and eventually the baby, but it wouldn’t be long before a new mission beckoned them to adventure. The same held true for Nathan and Michelle, whose blossoming relationship still needed nurturing. An excursion away would hopefully make the heart fonder, but it wasn’t ideal he knew.
The wedded pair kissed and Nathan cheered, excitedly clapping for them both while his heart grew an extra size. As he looked across the way, Leah seemed just as happy as he heard her giddy squeal, and a new grin appeared on Nathan’s face. He followed beside Wickley as they quickly made their way down the aisle behind the newlyweds. Then, the foxy lady made a sprint for the bar, and it was obvious what was coming next, so he made sure to grab a flute of champagne for the inevitable toast.
He listened intently as Leah gave an improvised but heartfelt toast to the Bride and Groom; it wasn’t overly sappy, but certainly wasn’t pale, and it had just the right amount of balance overall. When she finished, Nathan rose his glass up and repeated the Gaelic saying before taking a sip. Then he moved over to Eliana and gave her a hug, congratulating her. He also extended a firm handshake to Mike, who he didn’t know well, but still welcomed him as family all the same.
With the formalities out of the way though, there was just one person on his mind…
A very welcome surprise!
Nathan turned and started searching through the small groups of people until he finally came upon the striking vision of one Michelle Price. Inside, his heart fluttered and all he wanted to do was embrace her, pick her up, and spin her around. He knew better, now, though. His outward displays of affections on Pioneer, during the party, had spun a different effect than what he wanted here. Instead, he approached quietly so as to draw as little attention from others, and brought himself close in to her.
“You are a stunning surprise,” he said quietly, his tone low, but cadence excited. His eyes referenced the stunning part, while his face spoke volumes as to his feelings on the surprise: total and complete elation.
With that, he drew her into a gentle embrace, his hand running down her shoulder and along the lace of her dress. The texture of the fabric offset by the smoothness of her skin as he continued down to her hand. Then he was sure to give a small, nearly concealed, peck on the cheek as he pulled back to look at her.
“I was sure you weren’t going to be here when you responded. I mean, I was hopeful that things might change, but I know things have been… complicated for you. Honestly, this is like an amazing gift, to get to see you again. I wish I would have known, I could have gotten us some flowers… a corsage for you… I could have dressed to match you too. Oh but you are gorgeous and I just…” he stopped, feeling almost overwhelmed for a moment.
“I’m just so happy to get to see you. I assume your able to stay for the evening? I should introduce you to everyone! Eliana and Mike first probably… that is, if you want to,” the hesitation was more for her sake than his. Nathan would be proud to introduce Michelle to the crew, and would do so happily and loudly, but for her, he figured, a delicate approach would be nice.
“Or... we could grab a drink at the bar first.”
== Tag Michelle ==
Posted Star Date 21903.02 @ 17:33 (05:33 PM)
With the ordinances completed the holodeck was rearranged for the reception. As the band started up the first song Ed took it as his cue to locate the bar. Before he reached the bar he noticed Mike help Eli to a seat and barely a second after two officers ran over to her. It looked like a certain someone decided they’d waited long enough. He wouldn’t blame anyone for wanting to avoid the speeches. In his experience some weren’t bad, but others he wished he could forget.
Now there’s a little un wit a sense of timing.
Ed enjoyed the give of the sand as he continued on towards the bar. The seats were sturdy and stayed upright at settled to consider his options. He wasn’t in the mood for Bloodwine, so he tried to think of something different. He found it amusing the variety of drinks there were across the galaxy. There was one he recalled, so he ordered a little something from home.
“An Irish Rusty Nail, please.”
The bartender filled a glass with ice, added a shot of a Scottish whiskey liqueur, followed a shot of Irish whiskey, and a wedge of lime. Ed recalled having it once before and knew it would do him for most of the evening. It wasn’t the kind of drink you could rush and he was certain he wouldn’t need another. He raised the glass in a silent toast and relaxed.
To the Bride and Groom and the immense arrival of the newest addition to the family.
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== Sickbay ==
=== Temp NRC – Midshipman Doctor Liam McConnelly ===
Seeing her so happy as she thanked him was the best gift he could have got. It was two doses of pure happiness coursing through his veins, and it was so much that Liam though he might burst. It had been such an amazing day, and even though Eliana going into labor wasn’t exactly part of the original plans, the result was nothing short of spectacular.
I wonder if I could make it three doses of happiness?
It was as if Eliana read his mind:
“I know of one person who would want to see us and that's Leah but then I think resting in our Quarters would be good not just me but also allow us to start being a family.”
“Oh, I’d agree there lass. About both things,” he winked as he thought of the spitfire, copper haired, blue-green eyed beauty, “I think I better remedy my initial ‘medical order’ for your rest. If I don’t, surely Leah will sedate the rest of the medical team just to get to see you,” Liam tapped his commbadge quickly,
“Doctor McConnelly to Nurse Bressin. If ye see Miss Leah, send her in please.”
[Yes, Sir. She's here now, in fact. I'll let her in. Bressin out.]
Okay, get ready for yer third dose… he smiled.
The air rushed past him, and Wickley was beside Eliana in a flash. McConnelly had wondered if he had blinked, or if the woman was a sprinter in her spare time. Either way, he spun around to watch as she doted on her friend and the baby, while offering a pleasant pat to the Father and Groom. It brought a delighted tear to his eye, the sight of it all, and the feelings… the whole situation really. To see such support and camaraderie filled his heart right up, and stuffed near the point of overflowing.
"And you, Mister. Quick thinkin' on transporting her here. You're sure going to be a gem to have around."
“Dawww, twas nothin’ really,” he blushed as she gave him a smirk and a bump on the shoulder, “you’d’ve done the same, and yer a right sight to look at too. Er…. I mean… a gem.”
With that, the flash that was Leah Wickley disappeared from their presence once more, and he had to shake his head. The day had certainly energized her, and for that Liam was grateful. Not wanting to linger on the thought that cropped up, but he knew she was having troubles after this mission, so this joyous day, he hoped, would help alleviate some of that.
“Okay, you two are free to go,” he spoked to Mike and Eliana, “I am on-call any time if you need me, and I’ll send Bressin by to check-up for me too. Just rest and relax, you’ve earned it well.”
With that, Liam skipped with his feet out of the surgery ward, and into one of the labs to finalize the details on a computer before he could rejoin the party.
>> Med Lab 1 and then back to the Reception >>
== tag Eliana ==
Posted Star Date 21903.03 @ 21:15 (09:15 PM)
Morgan llaughed brightly and smiled at him, that mischievous glint coming back to her eye. "Come now, you think I only have just one story to tell? I've worked for one rather scandalous admiral and the good captain on two different ships. I've got stories to Earth and back but not all of them are for public consumption.
"Actually," she went on, "the Gettysburg was mild compared to the Avenger... that ship had some crazy times, before I came aboard and after." She went on to tell, laughing all the way, about a loose pet and a poor lieutenant's shower. Benjamin couldn't help but join in; her laughter was definitely contagious.
"Oh, what I wouldn't have given to be there for that one," he said once he could actually get some words out through the laughter. He raised a finger to the bartender, who brought over a new whiskey for him. He took a sip as he fought to finish off the giggles, and took a deep breath, still smiling.
"Reminds me of a time back on the Aces Wild. We were running a cargo through Ferengi space to a colony world on the far side. I don't even remember what planet it was now; wasn't really something I worried about, y'know? I just kept the ship running, even when the captain didn't want to get me the parts I needed to do so." He scratched at his artificial eye at the memory, before adding, "But that's a different story.
"This one time, though, I had been really tied up in engineering. Our dilithium was about completely used up, and I was just trying to keep us running. Didn't even know what we were hauling on this run. So about halfway through the trip, I leave the engine room, dog tired at the end of a nearly eighteen hour shift. I turn the first corner, heading towards the cabins, and run straight into a full-grown cow.
"Turns out, our cargo was a herd of cattle. At least thirty head, full grown. I stopped in my tracks, just confused - we'd never carried live cargo before, but once I saw my cut at the end I knew why we'd done it. Don't even know how long I stood there staring, until another crewman came down and found us. Turns out, they had been having trouble keeping them in the cargo bay for days and I just had never noticed." He chuckled, remembering. "They laughed about that one for at least a week."
He finished off the whiskey he'd been nursing throughout the story and set the glass back down. He looked around for a moment, and realized something wasn't quite right. "Do you see the bride anywhere?" he asked Morgan. "I could've sworn I saw her walking off with her husband towards the beach, but I don't see them now."
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It was such a calming sensation to the normal rush of his mind. The way everything just seemed to quieten as she held him, her arms curling around his shoulders. A long trail of heat grew from his chest and spun outwards, bouncing off of every muscle until finally his whole body tingled from the clutch. Nathan’s face would have said it all though. The corners of his lips and eyes pulling widely, showing small creases and even the rarest hint of dimples in his cheeks. When she returned the look, he felt abruptly bashful. Normally she would be the one to shy away from such public displays of affection, though apparently Michelle had settled into comfortability with hugs and hand holding.
“I mean I suppose there’s surprises on both sides considering I had no idea you were part of the bridal party. I think that means I probably deserve a proper introduction...”
“Or... we could grab a drink at the bar first.”
Feeling her take up his arm, there was some odd sense of prideful delight that smacked him, causing Nathan to puff up just a little bit. It hadn’t been so long ago that they had seen each other, but he felt as excited as the first time they had touched during their dance. The feeling was exhilarating, and he never really considered that he’d feel exactly that way again. Yet here they were, arm-in-arm and he could hear the band starting up their song. It was as if that night never ended, and it continued anew here at the reception.
Nathan regarded her slightly, his head abuzz as she ordered her beverage, but all he could do was drink up her features.
“Me?” he asked, looking dreamily at her as if already drunk, until the bartender made a slight noise.
“Oh!? For me…” Ramius blushed, “ah, an Old Fashioned, bourbon please.”
“So…” her eyes did a once over of him, probably catching his distractedness. Of course, he felt like a very young man again, suddenly being swept up in a whirlwind that had the initials M.P., “Anything interesting happen since we last met?”
“I don’t know about interesting per se,” Nathan started before he undid the top collar of his uniform.
It is hot in here. I wonder if they made it a tropical heat to match the beach simulation…
“But a few things have happened. I’ve been… well, busy. Yeah, quite busy. Training, you know? A Midshipman has to stay on their toes, ready for anything.”
Ramius flashed a look to the bartender who seemed to be in no hurry to mix their drinks. It made him want to hop over the rail and start making them himself.
“Ahh… lets see. I went on an away mission to Bishtar. I really shouldn’t go into too much detail here and now amongst polite company… but it was… a journey. Beautiful people and planet though, that much I can say.
I also had a good chat with my roommate, an Engineer with a lot of worldly experience and a taste for… spirited conversation. We agreed to help each other out, being Midshipmen and all, though, it was my first cruise so I sort of need more help than most…” there was a sigh after that, but Nathan tried to hide the feelings stirred up from the memory.
“What else…” he pondered briefly, interrupted by a voice to their side.
“Your drinks?” Nathan turned to look at the bartender, and saw the drinks plus his aforementioned roommate.
“Speaking of… c’mon. I’ll introduce you to him in fact,” grabbing up both their drinks, he grinned at Michelle and moseyed over to where the dark-haired man stood with Tyra’s Ensign-At-Large.
As he approached, Nathan couldn’t help but feel like a giddy schoolboy. In fact, that was probably the closest analogy he could make. In his head he justified it, as it was only polite.
“Pardon the interruption, I hope you two don’t mind,” he smiled, “I just wanted to make some introductions. Lieutenant Michelle Price, I’d like you to meet Midshipman Benjamin Elias and Ensign Cera Morgan.”
== tag Ben, Cera and Michelle! ==
Posted Star Date 21903.10 @ 16:55 (04:55 PM)
Posted Star Date 21903.10 @ 17:41 (05:41 PM)
Morgan shot him a look at the question of where the bride was. "It's right after their wedding," she said skeptically. "Do you really want to know where they went?" She laughed again, breaking the tension. "Because I don't need that particular mental image... just saying. I have walked in on more than enough things as it is, and I don't need more trauma."
Benjamin laughed with her. She really did have an infectious laugh. Or maybe it was just the whiskey he had just finished off. "Just thought about going and offering my congratulations. I didn't get to see her before they ran off, after all."
As he spoke, he noticed a slight buzzing coming from somewhere, when Morgan opened a pocket on her dress and pulled out a mini-PADD and eyeing it with a smile. "Actually, it seems like Eli went into labor and had her baby... if that isn't timing, I don't know what is. I certainly know the Captain will appreciate not having had to deliver the baby in front of everyone..."
Now it was Benjamin's turn to laugh at the image. "I'm certainly glad we don't have to see that happen, either. That's one image I don't want either." He held up a hand for another glass, which was fairly quickly replaced. "Though I suppose that's something else I'll need to congratulate Eli on at some point."
Morgan turned around, looking out at the crowd, and Benjamin did the same, leaning back against the bar as he did. When he got the invite to the wedding, he'd almost turned it down. Even without the emotional baggage Iris had left him with, weddings weren't exactly his cup of tea. He simply didn't know what to do at them, especially by himself. To his surprise, though, he was actually having a good time. Maybe it was the company. Maybe it was simply that they seemed to have brought in some of the good stuff for the reception rather than going with synthehol. Either way, he wasn't in a hurry to move along, no matter how much part of him was yelling at him to run. Another sip of his whiskey helped drown it outh, though.
"Aren't they cute?" Morgan asked absently, bringing Benjamin back to the reception. He followed her gaze and noticed Nathan and his new paramour at the other end of the bar. "Well, awkwardly cute..." Benjamin couldn't help but agree.
"They remind me of my little brother and his first girlfriend," Benjamin said, smiling. As he did, though, he noticed they had started walking this way.
"Apparently, my abilities to summon people by looking at them is still alive and well," she said to him quietly as she took a sip of her drink and straightened up, preparing to meet them.
Nathan was grinning like a schoolboy as the pair walked up, a look of pure joy on his face, and even if he hadn't heard his friend talk about the lovely Lieutenant Price he would've known just how smitten he was with her. "Pardon the interruption," he said, "I hope you two don't mind. I just wanted to make some introductions. Lieutenant Michelle Price, I'd like you to meet Midshipman Benjamin Elias and Ensign Cera Morgan."
Morgan smiled at the woman. "It is a pleasure to meet you," she said. "I love your dress, it's beautiful."
Benjamin put on his best smile and put a hand out to Price. "A pleasure to meet you," he said. "Nathan's talked about you pretty much non-stop since Christmas. It's great to finally put a face to the name."
Morgan turned to Nathan, a teasing look on her face. "I'm going to assume that some type of witchcraft is allowing you to mingle sooooo far out of your league."
Benjamin couldn't help but chuckle as she took a sip of her wine. "Oh, Nathan has no idea what his limits are," Benjamin offered after a sip of his own whiskey. "He learns them simply by experience."
==And so begins "Let's pick on Nathan in front of his girlfriend!" Tag Nathan, Michelle, Cera==
Posted Star Date 21903.14 @ 02:16 (02:16 AM)
Nathan’s face almost immediately turned a bright shade of Sedona Sunrise, redish oranges mixed with some scarlet and cherry against the backdrop of his darkly colored facial hair. It rose up from beneath his popped collar, throughout his cheeks, and straight to the top of his head. Not a beat was missed, as he took a sip of his drink to try and slow the fire, but it was far too late for that. Boyishly, he turned his head to see Michelle’s reaction to it all, then back to Cera and Ben, then back to his drink, whereupon he took another sip. Then he, placed Price’s drink on the bar to tug on his collar some more, clearing his throat in the process.
“There… well… us… we. We met at the Christmas party. Wait, you already said that,” a quick glance at Ben showed his nerves.
“Yes, we met at the Christmas party. And it wasn’t me that chose Michelle. Wait…” he nearly snapped his neck as he looked back to Price with his eyes wide, “I did choose you, that night. I mean, we chose each other… f…” this time he really took a good gulp of his drink, before signaling to the bartender for another.
“A double this time…” the words barely made it past his stammer.
“It was serendipitous, that we both found each other at the right moment. It was captivating from the start and it hasn’t let up,” Nathan let out a deep breath.
“For the love of… is it hot in here? It feels hot,” he turned to Michelle, “you’re hot. I mean, are you hot? Oh… you are, but… I meant warm,” finally, Ramius simply shut up and drank the last of his drink, placing a hand at his temple, then leaned in towards the woman who made his heart beat even more briskly,
“So help me I’ll try to make this up to you,” his words were whispered right beside her ear, and then he broke away to stare at Benjamin and Cera.
“Okay, so. You two, maybe you can tell us more about you guys being together? Ben you haven’t mentioned that you and Cera are an item?”
== tag… two can play at that game… ==
Posted Star Date 21903.14 @ 18:17 (06:17 PM)
Benjamin couldn't help but enjoy watching his friend react to the combined teasing he and Cera had unleashed. He wasn't sure what Cera's motives were, but for him it was just pure fun. He knew that Nathan would get him back at some point, somehow, but that was for later.
For now, he was enjoying watching Nathan turn a very interesting shade of red, and take two sips from his drink in a row. "There... well... us... we..." the poor man sputtered. "We met at the Christmas party. Wait, you already said that. Yes, we met at the Christmas party. And it wasn't me that chose Michelle. Wait!" he cut himself off, eyes wide, "I did choose you, that night. I mean, we chose each other..."
Benjamin hid his smile behind his own glass as the poor man continued to sputter. Even if the rest of the night had turned out to be a terrible mess, this would leave him laughing for days. Honestly, he almost felt bad for his friend, and thought about stepping in to help, but then it just got worse.
"For the love of... is it hot in here? It feels hot," he said before turning to Price. "You're hot. I mean, are you hot? Oh... you are, but... I meant warm," he said before shutting himself by finishing off the drink in his hand. He put a hand on his temple, and then leaned in to the lieutenant. "So help me I'll try to make this up to you," he whispered to her before straightening up and looking at his two tormentors.
"Okay, so. You two, maybe you can tell us more about you guys being together? Ben, you haven't mentioned that you and Cera are an item?"
Benjamin coughed hard, having been in the middle of a sip of his whiskey and swallowing it wrong. He managed to get the glass back on the bar as he coughed repeatedly for a moment or two, gripping the barstool he'd been leaning beside to keep from falling over. And sometimes, he told himself mockingly, payback comes immediately. His face felt like it was on fire, too, and he just hoped it was from the coughing.
"What?" he said somewhat huskily, throat raw from the coughing fit. "We're not an... I just met..." He took a second and drew a breath, his hand going to his wedding ring as he tried to calm down. Part of his brain was yelling at him, chiding him for even giving the appearance that they were together, he was married, dammit. Another reminded him that no, he wasn't married anymore, no matter what the guilt was saying, and that enjoying the company of a beautiful and interesting woman wasn't a crime. He told them all to shut up and sit down by taking another sip of his whiskey.
"Ensign Morgan here was kind enough to sit with me through the wedding," he finally got out, "and I thought I'd get her a drink in thanks." He set down his now-emptied glass and closed his eyes for a moment before looking back at the group. "Speaking of drinks," he said, "if you'll excuse me for a moment. I'll be right back." He looked at them all and stepped away from the bar towards the restrooms.
Posted Star Date 21903.16 @ 05:31 (05:31 AM)
Her eyes raised at the mention of Bishtar, particularly due to his rather evasive maneuvering to dodge the matter altogether. She wasn’t the nosy type, but there was certainly more to unpack than he was leading on, but she let it slide. He then mentioned his Midshipman friend, reminding her of her elevated status and experience in the Fleet. The relatively significant rank gap didn’t bother her too much … but she was still a little unsure on his point of view.
Don’t over think things Price…. it’s a non-issue… right?
Nathan generously grabbed their drinks and immediately steered them on a course to two strangers; one of which was likely this “spirited” engineer and the other a rather beautifully dressed woman. The whole socializing thing was still something Price was getting accustomed too, and seeing as Nathan held the precious antidote to her social awkwardness, she approached the pair with a slightly nervous smile.
Don’t smile too hard. Act. Natural… These are Nathan’s friends, don’t do something stupid.
“...I'd like you to meet Midshipman Benjamin Elias and Ensign Cera Morgan.”
Michelle nodded to each of them, returning a smile to Cera, “Seems we both have similar tastes, you look stunning in blue.”
She accepted Benjamin's handshake, maintaining her smile until her face started to turn a little pink at his comment.
Talking about me non-stop?...Well..
Cera’s 'witchcraft' comment to Nathan sent her pinkish cheeks full ablaze. She was being assaulted with compliments and had very little experience in how to deal with them.
She tried to pipe up, say something in response to help maintain a calm and completely ‘un-awkward’ composure. She quickly looked to Nathan for guidance but his face was blooming red like a freshly ripened tomato. As Nathan set her drink down, she quickly snatched it up and took a tastefully large swig before centering herself with a chuckle-infused sigh.
Oh… oh no
He flustered once, twice, three times and still continued to force words out of his mouth in a display of perpetual social flabbergaste. It was simultaneously adorable and painful to watch…. Clearly, Benjamin and Cera were friends of his, but this level of teasing was something ‘unspirited’ Price was hardly comfortable with.
“So help me I’ll try to make this up to you,” His whispers hit her ears, causing her blushing cheeks to pulse a little redder. She hid behind her drink and took another, slightly more generous swig, thankful the conversation was batted back to the other pair.
Well.. Their supposedly not together then….
She felt guilty for feeling a little relieved by Ben’s equally fumbled response, causing her to raise her eyes and face away from behind her drink to look over to Nathan. She gave a little smile and a quick wink in acknowledgment.
What? Running off is my M.O
She raised her drink towards the departing Benjamin before she sighed into her drink once more. She cleared her throat, took another sip and blinked open her eyes toward Ensign Cera.
“So... Well… That was interesting….” She let the air cool a little before continuing, “So Ensign Morgan, or would you prefer Cera? I’m assuming you’re also from the Gettysburg, correct?”
She sipped her drink again, draining the sunset colors down to the bottom of the glass. Her face evened out a little as she could feel a buzz slowly forming.
Breathe…. You can do this… it’s just talking after all….
Edited by Lt Michelle Price, Star Date 21903.16 @ 05:44 (05:44 AM).
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