== Lieutenant Cera Morgan ==
It hadn't taken much effort to figure out where Jenny was. By the time the other woman had answered, Cera was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, well aware that her current position increased her chances of getting more of an eyeful than she wanted as Jenny wasn't always the most modest of individuals. However, standing in the living room had increased the odds of this turning into an old fashion stand off and Cera neither had the time nor energy for that sort of fiasco.
“Alright, alright. But three bottles and you help with wedding planning when we get back to Pioneer!”
Cera smiled, just a hint of uncharacteristic sarcasm creeping into the expression. "You drive such
a hard bargain buuuuuut deal. I mean it's not like planning weddings are a passion of mine or anything...."
The blonde Betazoid had only remained in the door way long enough to see Jenny slowly making her way towards the bathroom, every movement seeming heavy and energy consuming. She didn't like how much this was weighing on Jenny; yes, it was weighing on everyone, the command staffs more than others, but Jenny had always taken things like this exceptionally hard. She didn't know how many times Tyra had been forced to talk Jenny off a ledge of knee jerk reaction and Cera could only hope this wouldn't be another case of that. She could only hope that tonight would offer a needed distraction but that would require Jenny to allow it to distract her, instead of just sulking in the presence of others. I would call the odds 75 -25 in favor of her just being sully company all night...
she thought with a sigh as she moved back into the living room. She could trust that Tyra, though maybe not entirely pleased with having company, would put on her best Southern charm and at least, make her crew and the other attendees believe she wanted to be there but Jenny... Jenny was an entirely different story. Sure, Cera could probably do some digging to figure out the exact odds based on Jenny's emotions but that just wasn't fair. She tried not to pry when it came to her friends, at least not until it was entirely necessary.
“The invite just said ‘no uniforms’, I assume this passes muster?”
Cera was standing at the view port when Jenny's voice broke the silence. The blonde made a slight grimace as she turned around, almost expecting a gray sweat pant and sweatshirt combo, but being actually fairly surprised that Jenny, while staying in the comfort range, hadn't gone entirely shabby. Yes, in an ideal world, Cera would prefer the first officer of her ship to be a little better dressed but beggars couldn't be choosers in this case, not if she didn't want this to turn into a shoot out.
"You have exceeded my expectations.... which is kinda sad but not surprising. If I let you two, you'd live in fatigues and Tyra would live in old band t-shirts so it's always an uphill battle," she said as she crossed the room to intercept Jenny before she could decide to stall or counter bribe Cera. She grabbed the small brunette's arm and practically marched her out of her quarters and towards the turbolift.
== Captain Tyra Crawford ==
On some ships, it might have been a little unusual for the captain to be loitering near the turbolift in civilian clothes but on the Artemis and its predecessor, it hadn't been a strange sight at all. It was common knowledge that Tyra wasn't one for wearing her uniform unless duty required it nor was she one to isolate herself from her crew, despite recent feelings that it might make certain aspects of command easier. In fact, neither of the crewman that had passed her coming out turbolift had even batted an eye at the redhead leaning with her shoulder blades against the bulkhead, wearing a pair of slim dark jeans tucked into dark brown boots and a green v-neck t-shirt with the logo hidden under her tan leather jacket. They'd smiled at her, one murmuring a shy greeting before continuing on whatever mission they were currently tasked with.
She was just reaching the point where she was worried that Cera might need back up when the blonde force of nature herself came around the corner with Jenny in tow. She'd made Jenny eat breakfast with her the morning before, not missing how gaunt her friend had looked and how little she had eaten, and unfortunately, she didn't think Jenny had made any improvements. And just as unfortunately, she didn't expect tonight would help her any but she also didn't feel that moping in her quarters was going to do her any good either. They were at that uneasy point where only really time and distance would help, assuming it ever did.
"Oh good. I thought my date was standing me up," she offered with a smile and a wink as she motioned towards the turbolift.
She was surprised when Cera entered the turbolift with them but then, she remembered what Cera had said about needing to do "recruitment rounds", which was confirmed when Cera set her destination as Deck 10. Tyra had a suspicion that Cera was headed for either Shadow or Dawson and Tyra knew that the latter wasn't going to be effective. However, Shadow seemed to have a soft spot for Cera so there was a chance that Cera could be successful there and with how hard it seemed he was taking the situation in engineering, she hoped he agreed. She almost said as much when the turbolift stopped and Cera went bounding out but she managed to practice some self control. The blonde was trying to support the crew as best she could and she didn't need Tyra needling her over whatever it was she had with the engineer.
When the lift stopped, Tyra didn't immediately shift towards the doors in preparation for them opening. Instead, she looked at Jenny, reaching out to squeezing what amounted to her sister's shoulder. "Thank you -- for coming with me to this circus and for everything else. I wouldn't want anyone else having my back out here, you know that," she said seriously before a slight smile escape. "Speaking of having backs, I'm re-initiating our rescue agreement from the last shindig. Same signal so if you need me to save you from an unbearably talkative ******* before you shoot them, you know what to do. Now, let's go this over with..." she said, giving Jenny's shoulder one more squeeze before she stepped out of the lift.
While she made sure Jenny actually got off the turbolift with her, she didn't force the brunette into the room. In her years with Jenny, she'd found that Jenny was sometimes like a child in that it was just easier and more successful to let her do things when she was ready and that meant that, if Jenny needed to stand outside those doors for the next five minutes working up her courage or her tolerance, that was fine. If she wasn't inside by the time Tyra had gotten a drink and had wrapped up her first conversations, she'd go check on her but Jenny didn't like coddling, even if it was needed sometimes.I probably should have made sure she didn't bring a weapon...
she thought as she stepped inside.
The room was pleasantly filled with faces both familiar and unknown when she stepped in. Eliana, Nathan and an unknown young woman were standing together speaking. There was a Gorn of all things speaking to Frost and Coleman, which led her to wondering if Starfleet was just letting anyone in these days. Jason and Aitrus were at opposite ends of the bar with the former being surrounded by a group that must have been members of his crew. She smiled at both and made a mental note to make sure to catch both men before they left. However, first, she needed a drink in hand and then, to check on her own sheep before venturing out to check with her fellow shepherds and their flocks
There was a flicker of disappointment as she approached the bar and remembered that it wouldn't be the ever charming Orrin manning the bar. However, the young support officer that had taken to filling Orrin's large shoes was cover the duties with a proficiency and efficiency that suggested the young man had been a bartender in another life. The young man must have seen her coming because she had barely stepped up to the bar and hadn't even opened her mouth to begin ordering before the young man set one shot glass in front of her, which was fallowed by a tumbler a few moments later. He did it with all the confidence of someone that knew exactly what was wanted, just like Orrin had done on numerous occassions.
Tyra picked up the shot glass, not needing to smell the contents to know it was either whiskey or bourbon. Her eyebrow was arched slightly as her lips curved into a smile. It didn't quite reach her eyes but it must have seemed genuine enough. "Orrin left a guide on my drinking habits, I take it?" The words were no sooner out of her mouth before she was throwing the shot back, the smoothness of the liquid mixed with the smokiness giving her a good idea of what bourbon the young man had given her. There was no wince or cough at the burn of the liquid going down, likely because she had built up a tolerance to that particular aspect of her preferred liquors. Or maybe, Elias' gin had just permanently killed all the nerves in her throat.
The young man grinned at her as he began to mix the next drink. "I can neither confirm nor deny but drink up, boss."
As she stepped away from the bar, she took a sip of the provided drink, an Old Fashioned. A little light on bitters but not bad...
she mused as she took another sip, her blue eyes surveying the gathering for somewhere to start.
The logical choice was with the larger cluster of her recognizable officers so she wound her way towards where she had seen Eli and Nathan only a few minutes before, though by the time she reached the area Nathan had migrated towards what she suspected was another security officer if her judgment of mannerisms was still on point. At some point, she needed to catch the young man and make sure that he was doing alright since they had only spoken for a few moments since his return back to the ship and it had hardly been an in depth or personal conversation. However, that could wait.
"Eli, it's good to see you," she greeted the fellow mother with a warm smile. It wasn't quite the full blown smile she normally wielded but it was what she could manage for this event. "I hear you helped keep order in Sickbay -- good work. We all know how unruly the patients can be," she said with a wink, taking a jab at her own reputation as a horrible
There was only a moment's hesitation before her blue eyes swung from Eli to the woman with her. She didn't recognize the woman, which wasn't unusual with four crews combined together and she suspected that she would definitely recall having met an officer of her own with purple hair and eyes, eyes that were a little too similar to Jenny's for her own comfort. No, they weren't the same shade of purple, with Jenny's being a darker color, but the similarity was unnerving. As much as she loved Jenny, she was never entirely comfortable seeing similarities in others, always wondering if things weren't quite as they seemed.
However, she pushed that aside, the thought process never showing on her face in the microseconds of study, and offered a warm smile. "Hey there. Tyra Crawford with the Artemis," she said greeted, offering her hand in a strong handshake.
== Tag Eli and Robin... and of course, Jenny! ==
Edited by Capt Tyra Crawford, Star Date 22003.16 @ 04:42 (04:42 AM).