Until We Meet Again
Posted Star Date 22201.07 @ 17:03 (05:03 PM)
At one point in time, probably a few centuries earlier, The Barn was an actual working barn but aside from the purposefully rustic exterior, the tall interior structure, and the occasional bullish patron, there wasn't much left of that origin story. At one point years before, it had very much had a country bar feel to it but that had given away some years ago to a harder edge, drawing in those with a love for harder music, sharp objects and lots of alcohol.
As far as establishments went, the bar had pretty much everything that could be desired across its two floors. Downstairs boasted two large, ornate wooden bars serving almost any concoction imaginable and boasting one of the largest and varied beer collections available on Earth. They also had a menu of typical bar foods. Between the bars in the middle of the floor was a wood slate dance floor that likely saw as much fighting as it did dancing. Along the edges of the first floor were pool tables and a cleared table that looks like it had been used for beer pong a time or two.
Upstairs, in an area that was more loft like than it's own floor, was a second, smaller bar in the corner. Cozy tables lined the railing of the second floor on the left side to allow a view of the dance floor below. On the right side of the floor, away from the stairs, were different stalls for darts and axe throwing, though alcohol wasn't allowed in the latter stalls. There was probably a name attached to that particular rule along with maybe a missing body part.
As Tyra stood at the edge of the dance floor, looking up at the loft, she wasn't sure how Cera had secured this venue for Jenny's going away party but it felt like a space made perfectly for the Artemis crew and their less angelic hobbies. And it certainly felt like the type of place her former first officer would appreciate it.
There was that tang of bittersweet at that thought, having been unable to remain in denial for long regarding Jenny's departure to greener pastures. It certainly would widen her shore leave to-do list with finding a fitting replacement trumping all of her other duties but that was a concern for tomorrow. Tonight was about getting to spend time and honor a dear friend and sister, who had made some very hard years bearable.
"Here. That should wash that feeling away for a moment," a cheery voice stated as a cold glass was pushed into Tyra's hand whether she wanted it or not.
The redhead looked down at what appeared to be a coke, which hopefully had a more powerful additive in it, before glancing back up at the now retreating form of her quartermaster. There was no doubt that Cera was moving with a purpose, no doubt making sure that each detail was just perfect and one of those details was that the Artemis' Commanding Officer look a little less like a kicked puppy, no doubt.
Only one cure... she thought wryly before taking a mouthful of what was definitely spiked coke.
After a couple sips, she felt much more prepared to put on the mask of a happy, congratulatory friend and captain.
== Tag any and all Artemis crew! ==
Posted Star Date 22201.08 @ 23:08 (11:08 PM)
Robin entered the bar looking more than a bit uncomfortable, and her attempts to hide it weren't likely to fool anyone. It wasn't the social atmosphere; she was getting used to that sort of thing. It was just that this bar gave her a distinct sense of deja vu. It looked like something that could have been picked up and dropped onto her homeworld. Although it would have ended up being the nicest venue on Iota Tau IV.
Who are you kidding, farm girl? You never set foot in a bar like this when you were on the colony, and you wouldn't have even if you hadn't been underage. It's not that. It reminds you of the barns on your parents' ranch. That's why it makes you nervous.
The young nurse decided to ignore that nagging internal voice, so she stepped up to the bar where the bartender waited, cleaning glasses. People were just beginning to arrive, and there was plenty of space. "Just a Coke, please," she requested. She couldn't drink alcohol. Well, she could, but her odd metabolism made her extremely susceptible to the stuff. One beer and she was intoxicated. Two and she was blind, stinking drunk. And more... well, the last thing she needed was to have to have an emergency medical beam-out. Robin hadn't known about that little flaw until she was at the Academy, the first time she went out for a celebration with a few fellow cadets.
Robin was dressed in the outfit Beka had made for her, a light gray top with bands of teal and blue that looked like an EEG reading under a navy blue Japanese-style pinafore with lilac and white kanji that read "I sign at Kazon." She didn't want to overuse it, but she didn't have any other remotely stylish clothing and she hadn't had an opportunity to ask Beka to make her another outfit. Her friend had a sense of style that the purple-haired Augment definitely lacked. It didn't matter; she loved the outfit and would wear it until it wore out. On her left wrist was a silver band with the words "USS Artemis" engraved on it, along with the symbol of the ship, a woman drawing a bow. On the back of the band was an engraving of the ship's motto. Her friend Bharr, the Tellarite Engineer had made it for her by way of thanks.
She sipped her sugary drink and looked around. Aside from Captain Crawford she didn't see many familiar faces here yet. Tyra was standing at the edge of the dance floor, Cera Morgan having just pressed a drink into her hands before vanishing in the manner of a skilled party organizer. The JG decided to at least go over and say hello, at least before things got crazy.
== Tag everyone! ==
Posted Star Date 22201.08 @ 23:41 (11:41 PM)
== Dang it, I "sing" at Kazon. Gotta pay more attention. Robin doesn't sign at anyone. ==
Posted Star Date 22201.10 @ 16:38 (04:38 PM)
Ed had nearly considered coming in jeans and a checked shirt when he heard about the place the crew was gathering at for Jenny’s fair well do was called The Barn. Self-preservation kicked in and he came dressed in his dark navy hoodie with the hood down and unzipped, random Terran pop-culture t-shirt, black cargo trousers and canvas shoes. It was an interesting place. There was that vibe that it was missing a dozen motorbikes outside, but that an artefact of a different era.
Somebody had seriously pulled some strings to get this place for the exclusive use of the Artemis crew. Ground floor was like bars he’d seen in movies and unlike any place he’d been in. Two well stocked bars, a dance floor, pool tables, two cleared tables he wasn’t familiar with, darts and axe throwing stalls, and an upper balcony with a smaller bar.
An interesting atmosphere. Folk were turning up in dribs and drabs. Tyra was standing at the edge of the dance floor with Cera beside her. Not easy losing the most competent FO to promotion. Ed had a gut feeling that it had probably been chasing Jenny for a while. He caught a glimpse of Mayfair walking between the tables. He took a seat at one of the bars and gave consideration to the range of bottles on display. From occasional study he recognised some of them. Not all of them were in his field of view.
As he studied the wall one of the bartenders approached him.
“Would you like to order?”
“A glass of Coke, please.”
“A shot of Glenmorangie neat and a plate of curly fries, please.”
He wasn’t sure if the curly fries were a stretch. With the amount of silver in his hair he wasn’t likely to get carded for the Glenmorangie. It wasn’t his greatest crime against nature, but he was treading a fine line. The bartender placed the plate before him along with a tall glass of Coke and shot of amber liquid which he had seen poured from a bottle of Glenmorangie. He’d get round to spiking his drink eventually. He started working on the curly fries while taking sips of Coke. The variety of bottles was astounding.
Edited by Cdr Edward Gregg, Star Date 22201.10 @ 16:41 (04:41 PM).
Posted Star Date 22201.10 @ 23:06 (11:06 PM)
Posted Star Date 22201.13 @ 16:49 (04:49 PM)
Cera had felt pretty damn proud of herself when she'd managed to swing The Barn as a venue for Jenny's going away party for little more than an exchange of specific goods. Apparently, the Barn was serious about their reputation for rare and unique offerings because they had clamored at the idea of some rare alcoholic offerings from the Delta Quadrant and Cera, having been ever the astute cultural tradesman, had been more than able to accommodate that desire in exchange for what she wanted.
It was with a satisfied smile that the Betazoid observed the slowly growing crowd. She had made sure that the captain had a drink in hand and Command Gregg was helping himself at the bar. The young Augment Head Nurse had arrived and Cera made a mental note to check in with her, having heard some questionable rumors about people's behavior towards the young woman.
She noted with a slight frown that the guest of honor hasn't arrived yet but Jenny wasn't known for her punctuality or really any trait that was becoming of a stuffy, professional officer. She was curious how she was taking her transfer and the added responsibility that came with it but she was confident she'd know by the time this event was over.
There was a lull in the noise as the music changed to the next song, which was the only reason that Cera heard the venue's heavy, main door creak open. She glanced over, expecting to see a familiar face but being met with nothing of the kind.
The young man that stepped through could have used a quick class on Terran fashion or, really, any fashion as the blonde Betazoid was quite confident that his current outfit hadn't been in style in the Federation in some years. However, Cera was quite resigned to the fact that most people chose comfort over looks and it was just outright regretful. No one took pride anymore but that was a rant for another time.
The teal skirt she was wearing twirled around her as she changed course towards the young Bajoran, her champagne hardly rippling in its glass as she engaged the intercept course.
Her lips were pulled into a warm smile as she came to stand in front of him, her tiny form blocking his path as if she was three times her stature at only 5'2".
"Hi there! Can I help you? The Barn is currently closed for a private event so unless you have an invite, I'm afraid you'll have to obtain your libation elsewhere for the night," she said with a bubbling friendliness that bellied the fact that she was challenging his presence.
== Tag Fost! ==
Posted Star Date 22201.14 @ 13:24 (01:24 PM)
Mathew arrived to 'The Barn' dressed comfortably, wearing jeans, black t-shirt under a gray long-sleeved shirt, and cowboy boots. He tucked a tie in his back pocket, should he need to throw it on, but until that time came, he'd relax. He made sure his usual five o'clock shadow length beard and mustache was trimmed.
As he entered the room, he started gathering in the the scenes and found he liked what he saw. He continued to look around, gathering insight about the place but also searching for people he knew. The captain had already arrived along with a few other officers. He noted Cera, the famed quartermaster, talking with someone Mathew wasn't sure he recognized. He was definitely curious, but wanted to grab a drink first.
First things first...
He noticed the science commander at the bar and gave a slight chuckle. "Seems like we have the same first thought Commander," Mathew spoke to the commander.
He turned to the bartender and ordered. "Scotch with two rocks and a splash of water please."
While waiting, he turned to Commander Gregg again. "Always seems to help with the nerves of gathering... you?"
== Tag Gregg and anyone ==
Posted Star Date 22201.14 @ 23:26 (11:26 PM)
Posted Star Date 22201.15 @ 13:57 (01:57 PM)
Benjamin walked into the Barn and immediately felt a little bit more at home. Sure, it was essentially nothing like the mining town he’d grown up in, but the rustic atmosphere made it feel just that little bit closer to what he had known growing up than the fairly standard Federation buildings he’d come through to get here did. They may have been more Texas than say a colony world would be, he thought, but the heart of the city was still Earth.
Smiling, he walked into the room and took in the surroundings. It wasn’t exactly as rustic as the exterior had made it out to be, but the remnants of the original structure were still easily apparent for anyone to see. He noticed a few people at the bar already, including the captain, and made a note to head that way in a moment. He still needed to drop off the small case he was carrying, after all.
First, however, he noticed Cera nearby at one of the doors, and headed that direction. The diminutive blonde was wearing that teal skirt he wholeheartedly approved of, and was lovely as ever. The older engineer had chosen jeans and a blue work shirt, one that he had gotten to wear while he worked in his forge holoprogram. He’d been wearing a similar one when Cera had come looking for him while he was working a piece of steel, and it had had an impact on her. At least he’d thought it had, anyway.
He felt his right eye, the artificial one, twitch as he realized that she wasn’t alone, and that he didn’t recognize the Bajoran she was speaking to. A blink or two later and he felt himself go a bit on “alert” status, drawing himself up to his full – decidedly average – height and making sure he was ready for anything. As he continued to watch, though, he realized that probably wasn’t needed.
“I’m here to see Captain Crawford,” the taller man was saying, and he seemed rather flustered. He took a breath and said, “Sorry, I’m Cadet Fost. No, wait, sorry, I’m Midshipman Fost Jothan. I’m here to present my orders to the Captain.” Fost smiled nervously and held out the padd that, presumably, contained his orders.
Benjamin walked up to them both and briefly squeezed Cera’s hand. She was in what he would never call to her face her “yeoman” mode, surely a holdover from before her promotion to quartermaster, and so he made sure to stay in host mode himself. He’d hate himself for it later, but he was a department head; dealing with new recruits was part of the job description. Besides, he’s been around Cera long enough to pick up a thing or two from her. With his free hand he took the proffered padd before Cera could and looked it over, holding it so she could read it as well.
“Tactical, eh?” Benjamin said with a smile that stretched the scars across his artificial eye. “I’m sure we could use a new face on the bridge. I'm Lieutenant Benjamin Elias, the chief engineer,” he introduced himself before turning to Cera briefly and handing her the case he had. “I know you’ve got things to double-check; I can take care of Mister Fost here.” He gave her a grin of her own. “I’ll catch up with you in a minute,” he said, before turning back to the Bajoran.
“Well, Midshipman,” he said and waved Fost on into the facility and towards the bar, “you appear to have picked the right day to join up with us. Not only can you meet the captain, but your department head is right over here as well, and all on a day when you don’t actually have to do any work.” Leaning in, he whispered conspiratorially, “Honestly, that’s likely the best part.”
He straightened up and continued on, grabbing a seat at the bar. “Bourbon, neat,” he ordered, “best you’ve got, and another for our friend here.” The bartender nodded and went about getting the drinks. In the meantime, Benjamin waved at the crew at the bar to make introductions. “Midshipman Fost, meet Commander Gregg” – Benjamin waved at the older man in the hoodie – “Lieutenant Mayfair” – he motioned at the woman in the purple hair and teal, blue, and gray shirt – “Lieutenant Commander Briggs, your new boss” – he indicated the man in the gray shirt with boots on – “and, of course, our esteemed Captain Crawford.” He finally waved at the redhead, who was not at the bar as of yet but appeared to be taking a moment to herself, and Benjamin felt his eye twitch for a moment with regret at mentioning her. Oh well, he thought, she’ll have to meet the new kid eventually.
Fortunately, at this point the bartender had brought the two drinks, and Benjamin downed his in one go. A small breath, and he set down the empty. “Another, please,” he asked, and leaned back on the bar.
He turned back to Fost and smiled. “So, what brought you to join us?” he asked. “Star Fleet, I mean, not necessarily coming out to the bar tonight,” he amended.
==Also, tag anyone else that wants to join in on harassing the new guy!==
Posted Star Date 22201.16 @ 10:08 (10:08 AM)
Posted Star Date 22201.17 @ 11:18 (11:18 AM)
Ed looked over at Matthew Briggs and supressed the urge to giggle when he saw how the CTO was dressed. It was the boots. He knew he really needed to read up on what he could access about the crew and smiled amiably. He understood the need for a bit of Dutch courage when it came to socialisation. Or just a drink to unwind. Alcohol was still a conundrum to him. He took a sip from the shot of whiskey and tipped the rest into his glass of Coke.
“Somewhere between unwinding and settling in. You end up at a strange place and you want to feel like you should be there. It’s not always a drink. Mostly something to make you feel at home, even when you aren’t.”
Ed tried to remember if he’d passed any bouncers when he entered The Barn or if the place had its own reputation. Cera swept down on a young Bajoran who had just entered. This was possibly the oddest place for a new midshipman to report in. He’d had one middie report in during the destruction of the Krynar system. Mercifully Benjamin Elias swept in and rescued Fost Jothan from Cera’s ire.
Ben made the introductions as he piloted Jothan to the bar where most of the group had gathered. It probably was about the best time for a new tactical middie to be joining the crew. It wasn’t always easy to report in when the crew was on shore leave. Finding the Captain while the crew was on shore leave took a talent or a good information source. Ed gave a smile, a half wave and a half nod to the new arrival as his name was mentioned.
If the group grew any bigger they might need a table. The bar was long enough, but that didn’t make for easy conversation. Ben started in with an ice breaker to help Jothan into conversation with the rest of the group. Ed had a tendency to be talkative when he got started, but most times he just wrapped himself up in thought. His own reason for joining Star Fleet hadn’t exactly been thought out at the time. At first it seemed like just another job, but time proved that it was something very different.
Ed turned at the sound of the door opening and noticed another new arrival. He couldn’t tell if it was the stance or some other vibe, but he was getting a Security sense from the red head. The Barn wasn’t exactly the middle of nowhere. Two newcomers to the crew so far and others hadn’t arrived yet. Jenny it looked was being fashionably late for her own leaving party.
How are people finding this place?
Posted Star Date 22201.17 @ 14:09 (02:09 PM)
It wasn’t the typical sort of place that Nathan normally chose to spend his downtime in. Not that he didn’t frequent establishments with greasy food and fiery libations, but his habitual choices were certainly less… western feeling. Still, he decided to fit the part to some degree; a well-trimmed beard, work boots, jeans, and a form fitting white t-shirt, the latter emblazoned with the stylized-words ‘Buffalo Hot Gagh Champ 2364’ in red lettering. The shirt, however, was partially covered by an unlined dark grey Artemis excursion jacket with a Security patch on the bicep. To top off his gear, he wore an Artemis ballcap too.
An item did stand out from Nathan’s getup though. Under one arm was a black, twelve-by-three inch box, wrapped with a simple command-crimson ribbon, both length and width-wise. Whatever it was, it looked to be fragile or have some weight, with the way he carried it: the same way a football might be protected while running down the gridiron.
A sigh escaped him as he entered the bar. There was an uncertainty that had pulled at his mind ever since he had learned of the party. That same uncertainty hadn’t vacated his brain since. Both he and Jenny had… well, whatever their relationship was, it was complicated. Throughout the time he had spent on the Getty and the Arty, Nathan had learned to respect the woman. Though that respect was sometimes tarnished by a lasting, begrudging acceptance of her true nature; one that was still hidden from all but a few. That, and Jenny’s perpetual demeanor that clashed with his own.
You need to let it go. It was easily a lifetime ago now since… well, since the specific incident, he had told himself in his Quarters, just hours before coming down to The Barn.
It had taken some convincing. A lot of convincing. Though surprisingly not from the usual sources. While he had chatted with Elias and Crawford about joining the party, the real decision had come from within the security officer. There was a history, between Nathan and Jenny. One that had helped shape him into the officer, the person, he was. It wasn’t always a cheery history, but it was a history. And one that he needed to accept.
Nathan recalled some of the past saga as he moved out of the way and to the side of the doorway. He realized most of the times he had spent with Braggins had been grim, combative, or embarrassing; the last part being embarrassment by his own actions. There was a brief flashback in his brain, of a planet far from Earth. In a building, or a place on that planet, that was not unlike The Barn in essence, but filled with very different people, and dressed in far less. Warm, loud, and surprisingly celebratory despite the occasion. Ramius’ face grew red from the recollection, and he had to shake a sheepish expression from his face. He’d been a green, inexperienced, idealistic ****-head back in those days. A part of him wondered just how much of the old Nathan had survived from that past.
Enough that I’m still embarrassed by it. Probably means I have grown some, if I can cringe at my own past actions. Anyway, everyone from back then, including yourself, are different people now, the last thought was cut off by catching a glimpse of Cera darting away, and he shook a smile from his face,
Well, most of us.
There was a gathered group of the usual suspects, with his friend busy warmly greeting someone that Nathan didn’t recognize. Ramius reasoned they were likely a new transfer, which wouldn’t be a surprise to him. The crew was shifting since their return from the Delta Quadrant, and there would be more than a few new faces. Then there was also someone else at the bar he didn’t recognize either. The auburn hair almost made him think it was someone else, but the height difference told Nathan otherwise.
Walking toward the bar, Ramius stopped to bug Elias,
“Be careful with the Chief here,” he interjected teasingly, as he clapped his free-hand on Ben’s shoulder, “he is like a reverse smore, seemingly soft and marshmallowy on the outside, but deep inside he’s crusty.”
After passing the duo, Nathan then nodded respectfully to Gregg, Briggs, and Mayfair, before finding a spot next to the blue-lace dress redhead.
“Excuse me, could you hold onto this for me. And could I get an Old Fashioned please,” Ramius passed off the gift that he had been holding to the bartender for safekeeping.
Then, he turned to the new face and offered his hand for a shake.
“Nathan Ramius, Security. Looks like you’ve already found a spot amongst the rabble rousers of the crew,” the comment was playful, and he wore a welcoming smile as he spoke.
== tag Miller, Elias… everyone at the bar really! ==
Posted Star Date 22201.17 @ 14:46 (02:46 PM)
Edited by Lt Aeryn Miller, Star Date 22201.17 @ 14:47 (02:47 PM).
Posted Star Date 22201.17 @ 16:52 (04:52 PM)
Posted Star Date 22201.17 @ 17:05 (05:05 PM)
People were finally starting to arrive in numbers. There was no sign of Jenny yet, but at least there were plenty of other people beginning to mingle. Robin didn't pretend to know everyone on the Artemis, but by now she had met a sizeable chunk of the crew, some of them only because she'd had to call them down to Sickbay for required physicals. Getting the crew caught up had been one of her priorities since getting the job of Head Nurse, and only a few were still holding out. And most of them (like the notoriously reluctant Captain) weren't her problem, they were Doctor Tyrol's problem. The purple-haired nurse wasn't going to walk through that minefield.
She looked around. No Eli, no Beka. Her two best friends from the ship still hadn't arrived, but that was OK. She needed to mingle a bit rather than stick with the same small group. It wasn't her favorite activity to put it mildly, but she needed to force herself out of her comfort zone. It was the only way to grow. She was glad the music wasn't too loud and people weren't having to shout over it. Cera's doing? Robin didn't really know her (and thought that her treatment of Beka had been beyond the pale), but the ship's quartermaster had the reputation of an expert organizer. There were probably strict limits on the volume, and she was grateful. Just in case she'd brought a tiny pair of noise-cancelling earbuds tucked in a small pocket; loud sustained noise gave her a splitting headache.
Robin decided to wait before going to talk to Tyra. They'd just had a great heart-to-heart in the Rear Observation Lounge a few weeks back, and the redhead wasn't the wallflower that Robin had been. When she wanted to socialize she would. The Augment was more interested in a couple of the new arrivals. One, a Bajoran, seemed a bit lost, and as Cera intercepted him he held out a padd to her awkwardly. But Benjamin Elias intercepted them expertly, freeing Cera. The Chief Engineer guided the new arrival towards the bar where a group of officers was congregating.
Wow, is he reporting for duty here? I wonder if someone at the Academy played a trick on him. She thought back to her own introduction to both Tyra and Jenny. It had been at the wake for those lost in the battle against the Borg Megasphere. Tyra had literally bumped into her, and then struck up a conversation... and that was before the Captain even knew that she'd been handed an Augment Midshipman that the Academy was glad to be rid of. Honestly, though, it's probably the best time and place to meet Tyra. Casual instead of the usual "reporting for duty" introduction on the bridge most new Middies get to their Captains.
The other unfamiliar new arrival was another redhead. She looked a bit nervous as she approached the bar, and Ramius moved over to greet her. The nurse decided to head over and join the rest, hearing her introduce herself as Aeryn Miller, security. She hadn't spoken to Ramius since the Repair Station, and at least wanted to say hello. Stepping up to the bar, she ordered a root beer to replace the Coke that she'd largely finished off, then turned to the two. "Hey, Nathan, how are you doing?" she said with a grin. The small purple-haired young woman held out her hand to the newly arrived redhead. "Hi, I'm Robin Mayfair. I'm the head nurse."
== Tag Nathan, Aeryn, and any and all ==
Posted Star Date 22201.17 @ 19:14 (07:14 PM)