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!!!==