Daily Logs 5-17-15

I. Welcome to the Legacy crew!
II. Booze, lots of angst, and Webb and Vekal sleep together.



I.
[The gathering on the station has just begun. It is taking place in a large room that looks somewhat similar to the Observation Deck, but just with ceiling-to-floor windows all around looking out into space. Tables and chairs are arranged all around the room, with some couches against the walls as well for more comfortable relaxing. On one side of the room are several buffet tables, station personnel move in and out of the room to provide food and drink to all in attendance. The dress code is off-duty, so either casual clothing or uniforms can be worn. All of the newcomers have been given profiles of the Legacy's senior staff so they know who to look for when they arrive. Light music plays in the background, but not loud enough to disrupt conversation.]
Webb: *is skulking around near the food, in somewhat of a sour mood because he knows he has to meet a bunch of new people but he's not feeling social, dammit* *wearing dark civvies in hopes that he won't be found in the crowd*
Rein: *shows up ready for this whole event to start, expecting to see some new faces and meet new people*
Molly: *has come to the gathering as well because there is a new Comms officer to meet, she's pretty excited and has read up on Arra's profile* *wearing civvies as well, but it's a brightly colored long skirt with a darker top, hair in a side-braid* *won't exactly rush Arra right away, but does want to meet her*
Sarin: *She's not usually one for parties, but this may be a great opportunity to meet her new co-workers and get to know who they are better. It seems most logical, as a counselor, to do some 'mingling', so she finds herself in the door of an unfamiliar room full of unfamiliar people.*
Terrence: *why, why are all the Vulcans becoming counselors, why* *but comes to the party in civvies, a trim vest and slacks*
Zef: *in his dress uniform, looks tired, but maybe he should show up?, and he's even in a kinda good mood, but inwardly nervous because there'll be many people here*
TPah: *in dress uniform, arrives early and stays at the sidelines, attentively watching*
Marcella: *even though she really doesn't feel up for it for a change, got dressed in nice, fashioned Earth civvies and mixes with the other guests*
Rorin: *eventually decided to show up, at least for a bit; is wearing some stylish Betazoid civvies, apparently they're rarely dark* *joins the other guests*
Claire: *wearing a command gold dress with a black cardigan over it, pretty casual, nothing super fancy* *didn't want to be in uniform because hey it's a meet n greet party, she should be approachable* *standing off to the side a bit, looking around for some conversation to pounce on
T'Pah: *nods at Claire when her eyes meet the Ensign's face*
Claire: *nods back at T'Pah, smiling* *she heads in the Vulcan's direction; she remembers talking to her a while back with Morgan, but apparently she was an Evil Twin at the time so it doesn't really count*
T'Pah: *remembers the same, and that she meant to talk to her again, also about the incident* Ensign Green. *when she considers Claire in earshot, assuming she approaches her*
Claire: *smiles* Lieutenant T'Pah. Enjoying the party?
T'Pah: I prefer not to. *clasps her hands behind her back* *pause* Are you "enjoying the party"?
Claire: *chuckles a little* I'm having an enjoyable time, yes.
T'Pah: *looks back into the room* I am looking at this from a pragmatic point of view.
Sarin: *After having analyzed the room for people , she recognizes Webb, and begins to approach, her hands folded in front of her.* Excuse me, Captain Webb?
Claire: *tilts head to the side curiously* *she sees the party as an opportunity to make connections, but she wonders if T'Pah thinks along the same lines* In what way?
Webb: *damn he's been spotted* *considers pretending he didn't hear and casually fleeing, but he decides to suck it up and put on a pleasant face* Yes?
Sarin: I do hope you're not busy. *He looked a lot like he was trying to ignore everyone...* Have I interrupted you?
T'Pah: I am here to get to know the new crew members in person. Since this evening or tomorrow something unexpected could happen, I consider it logical to take my chance on getting a first impression.
Webb: *so pleasant* Not at all. You are one of my new officers, correct?
Sarin: *She nods.* I am. I'm Ensign Sarin. *She offers her hand to Webb to shake, in an effort to make herself appear more friendly.*
Webb: *takes her hand lightly, since he figures she's not actually all that into touching him* *shakes it once and lets go* Pleasure to meet you. We need some good counselors aboard this ship. You'll have your work cut out for you.
Claire: Too true. Especially in this ship. *wryly*
T'Pah: *sideglances at Claire* So I've heared. But I would recommend not putting your guards down on other starships, either. They have their respective phenomena and encounters as well.
Sarin: I see. *She withdraws her hand.* I've researched the Legacy's history. It would seem you're right, if past performance can be used to predict future performance.
Webb: You've researched our history and you're still coming aboard? *smirks* Not terribly logical.
Sarin: On the contrary, it is logical. I am a counselor, and it appears that these oddities have negatively affected the mental health of your crew. This appears to be where I am most needed.
T'Pah: *nods, too* I assume that, seeing how well you are today *after four weeks of mind alteration*, you are already prepared for at least some. Have you found out about some of your limits already, too? *and is this a question for such a location and event?*
Webb: So tell me, what is your game plan? You'll be dealing with PTSD, various lingering trauma, nightmares, anxiety, trouble keeping in touch with reality... honestly the list is endless. Wherever will you begin?
Claire: *exhales sharply in something akin to a laugh* I have discovered that I'm easily frustrated, that's for sure.
Sarin: If you are asking what task I'll undertake first, I believe it would be logical to review the crew's last assessment, and suggest requesting another one if the data is outdated.
T'Pah: *lifts an eyebrow* How so? *and turns back to Claire*
Claire: Well. I wasn't really effected by the mind alteration the past few weeks - for some reason they didn't pick on me. *shrugs* But dealing with everyone else being so... compromised... was, ah. Difficult. I was easily frustrated when things didn't get done in the way that I wanted them too. Something to work on, I suppose.
Webb: Mm, that does make sense. Will you seek out officers or wait until they come to you?
T'Pah: Are you positive you haven't been affected? *curiously eyeing her*
Claire: I'm pretty sure. I haven't felt any different than usual. *shrugs* Our alien visitors bothered me as much as anyone, but they didn't do anything to me so far as I could tell.
Sarin: That would depend. Many officers need counseling and therapy and never realize it. In some cases, seeking them out is most logical. However, to seek an officer out without knowing their state of mind first can be counterproductive. You cannot force someone to change their mental patterns through counseling if they don't acknowledge there is a problem. I would have to study the hypothetical officer in question's previous records and perhaps approach them in a casual setting first to gauge their need.
Webb: Well, I can warn you that many officers are instinctively wary of counselors, so you may encounter difficulties.
Sarin: That is understandable, and I am aware of the instinctual dislike of counselors. Thank you for your warning, it is much appreciated.
T'Pah: But you said you did feel more frustrated than usual. Can you know for sure that your patience wasn't lowered, for example?
Webb: Here, I'll give you a little test. If you were to diagnose me, what would it with? *smiles*
Claire: It could be. No way to know, I guess, until I can compare it to similar incidents in the future.
Sarin: *She raises her eyebrow at Webb.* If you would like a diagnosis, I would need to spend more time than 2.7 minutes with you, Captain. If you would like, I can set up an appointment with you.
Webb: *actually chuckles at that* No thank you. I was just seeing if you could.
T'Pah: That will be an interesting comparative self-study. *refrains from pointing out that reacting differently or the same doesn't necessarily prove anything because she thinks Claire knows*
Sarin: *The joke sails over her head like a well-driven shuttle.* Of course Captain, though in all seriousness, if you ever feel the need, my door will always be open for you, figuratively speaking of course.
Claire: *yeah but without any data it's impossible to make any sort of comparison at all* It will. How did you adjust to the changes?
T'Pah: *the data is the way you feel. Compared to the way you remember to having felt, that can already be compromised to begin with, which poses just another problem* I meditated more than usual.
Webb: I doubt I'll ever take you up on that, but thank you. *Webb, go to a counselor, yeah sure*
Sarin: *Puts Webb at the top of her mental list of people to secretly investigate for signs of possible distress.* You are very welcome, Captain.
Webb: *there is so much distress tbh but he is a manly man and no one shall ever know* I won't keep you. *please leave*
Sarin: *She is intelligent enough to take that as her cue to leave.* Thank you for your time, Captain. *She nods, and walks on to find someone else to investigate.*
Webb: *skulks away*
Claire: That probably would have helped, yes. *thoughtfully* Maybe I should learn.
T'Pah: I would recommend it. However, there was a specific purpose for me in meditating more as a coping mechanism, since in meditation I master and control my emotions. One of those aliens, Nivar, developed a specific interest in my species and culture due to the fact that we control our emotions.
Claire: *nods* I had been looking into starting counseling sessions with Counsellor Torven for that reason. I know that Vulcans use techniques that don't always transfer well to humans, but it would be good if I could learn to control certain emotions if I'm going to be leading anyone in the future.
T'Pah: I agree. I still believe that a general education in "logic" and maybe meditation would be a beneficial mandatory subject at Starfleet Academy. *indicating that part of what Mirror T'Pah said was no lie*
Lise: *wearing a sleeveless grey robe that seems to wind around her thick form, shoveling fruity appetizers into her mouth while she watches the other partygoers* *there are new coooooomms peopllllllle~*
Claire: *smiles* Your counterpart said much the same. I kind of agree; humans tend to be extremely illogical.
Myndra: *arrives slightly late to the party, panting and recovering from her sprint. Adjusts her uniform, and scans the room for additional comm officers*
T'Pah: *nods* They can be. And sadly not only when they're emotionally compromised.
Rorin: *isn't in Comms, but in Command and not in his uniform; instead he's wearing stylish dark Betazoid clothes and happens to notice the newly arrived, panting officer* *decides to head over, small friendly smile* Hello~ and welcome.
Claire: Very true. Do you think it would be beneficial to me to learn some of the Vulcan meditation techniques?
Myndra: *notices the Betazoid approach her, and greets him with a smile* Thank you very much! I am incredibly excited to be here. Though, I can't quite recognize so many people in their off duty uniforms
Rorin: *glances down on himself before he looks at her again* Ahh, yes. I prefer casual wear. *^^°* I'm Rorin Loreno, Command. And you must be one of our new officers. *and he should be on top of things but due to the past weeks he may or may be not*
Myndra: *eyes widen as she realizes her mistake* Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry sir! *salutes hurredly* But yes, Ensign Myndra Gadir, comms, at your service!
Rorin: *blinks* Eh, at ease. It's fine. *resumes his small friendly smile* Command, not commander. *not yet >.>* Lieutenant, though. But it's fine. It's nice to meet you.
Myndra: *lowers her hand and smiles again* You still outrank me sir, a salute is customary, after all. I believe it's a human tradition, if I remember my studies correctly... Oh! But a pleasure to meet you as well
Rorin: *nods* Heh. If it started out as a plainly military gesture, it's at least no Betazoid tradition. Ahh, but usually I'm not all that much into formalities.
Myndra: *scratches her ear nervously* That's good to hear then sir. *glances over at the buffet table* Would you care for some food? I'm afraid I wore myself out trying to get here
Rorin: Actually, no. I wouldn't mind at all. *starts walking but would wait if she doesn't follow* Did you have any difficulties getting here?
Myndra *walks to match pace with Rorin* Um. Slightly. It's one of my first times on a space station, so the layout could get a bit confusing, I somehow ended up at the gym rather than here. Luckily, I was able to get my bearings and find my way here. *smiles afterwards*
Rorin: *headed for the buffet, smiles curiously* Is the Legacy your first assignment?
Myndra: Oh yes! And I'm very excited for it! I was born aboard a small transport ship, and I lived on it for most of my life, but Legacy will be the first time I can put my skills as a linguist to the test. I am beyond excited! *blushes slightly, and rubs the back of her neck* My apologies sir, it's my first real assigment after leaving the academy. I hope I do well
T'Pah: *looks Claire over* In all honesty, I do not presume that you are the typical person to “need” meditation lessons to control your dissolute emotionality. However, you might benefit from it. Or a different type of meditation. As far as I know, humans have techniques to calm themselves and look past their emotions as well.
Claire: I'll look into it, for sure. Perhaps Counsellor Torven could point me in the right direction; that's his job, after all.
Rorin: I'm positive you will. *small chuckle* I was excited, too, for my first assignment. I might have driven the whole Starbase One nuts. *arrives at the buffet and starts looking for a drink, he decided that he'd like a drink* But you grew up on a spaceship?
T'Pah: *nods and starts seeking for Sarin with her eyes* Or perhaps you could use it as means to approach our newest arrival in counselling, Ensign Sarin. She is Vulcan, too, after all.
Sarin: *Perks up when she hears herself mentioned and glances around for the source of the conversation*
Myndra: *grabs several Earth dishes, and a small cup of water from the table* I did indeed! A small transport called the Interim. It only reached about warp 5, but it was a nice enough transport. My father was a navigator, and he taught me most everything there was to know about space travel. We often got interesting passengers, so I took to studying linguistics. When I went to Starfleet Academy, I made that my focus. I even stayed on an extra year to refine my skills. *Finds an empty table and sits, adjusting her uniform slightly* Other cultures have always fascinated me, their languages in particular. *chuckles to herself* I'm sorry, I tend to get carried away when it comes to things like these
Claire: *looks around to find said Vulcan, she saw her earlier but didn't realize that the other woman was a counsellor* Oh! How convenient. *curiously* Do you enjoy the prospect of having more Vulcans aboard?
Kelsey: *has totally been there the whole time, but was quietly watching people instead of talking too much, but now there's a new comms officer that has been claimed for conversation but it's Rorin so that's safe* *walks over, and positions herself by Rorin because that's doubly safe* Hello. *smile* I hope I am not interrupting?
T'Pah: I do not enjoy. *almost admonishingly* But I appreciate the prospect of having more Vulcans on board, yes.
Rorin: *her father's a navigator, smiles at that, he's a navigator as well~* *walks with her all the time, listening curiously and gets himself a mildly alcoholic drink on their way to the table, then sits with her* *notices Kelsey approaching, smiles at her* You aren't. Would you like to sit with us?
Sarin: *Claire seems to have noticed her, and the two appear to be talking about her. She pauses, and then waves at Claire.*
Kelsey: *nods* Yes, I would, if that is all right. *sits and addresses Myndra* Hello. I believe you are Myndra? I am Kelsey Boudet. We will work together.
Claire: Of course, bad phrasing on my part. I'm glad that there are more coming aboard then. *sees Sarin waving and waves back, giving a pleasant smile*
T'Pah: *finally sets her eyes on Sarin, too, realising that she waves at them* *turns to Claire* It seems you already got your chance.
Myndra: *perks up at the sound of another voice, and hears the context* Pleased to meet you! Are you in comms as well then? *said with glee*
Sarin: *She offers a smile back, glancing at the two of them and trying to ascertain if she's being invited over or if they're just chatting.*
Rorin: *sips from his drink, keeping politely quiet*
Kelsey: *nods* Yes, I am. I am a xenolinguist here.
Claire: Seems you're right. *makes a hand gesture to Sarin that clearly indicated she's free to join them if she wishes*
Myndra *eyes widen in awe* Xenolinguistics was my emphasis area in Starfleet academy! My instructors always told me I had a knack for language. As I was telling Lieutenant Rorin here, I stayed on an extra year at the Academy to further refine my skills.
T'Pah: *lifts an eyebrow at the other Vulcan's repulsive blatant smile, but refrains from keeping Claire back*
Rorin: *lets them talk, but listens curiously and sips from his drink now and then*
Kelsey: *a challenger approaches* Oh? Well, that is very interesting! I too studied languages because I enjoyed them, but I did not stay an extra year. I felt I did not need one.
Myndra: I felt confident in my abilities, but I saw nothing wrong with more practice. Plus Earth is such a wonderful place, I couldn't help but stay another year *smiles, taking a sip of her water*
Claire: *still pleasant, but trying to keep herself fairly neutral* Evening~ *T'Pah doesn't seem to mind emotions on humans much - Morgan had told her before they met that T'Pah didn't like to be touched generally but seemed fine with displays of emotion, even if she considers them illogical* *new Vulcan however, she does not know about, and will therefore try to keep herself relaxed* We were just talk about you.
Kelsey: Ah. I felt the need to leave earth, I had been there so long, and I felt I would get better practice as I gained experience. *calmly smiles* *this is fun kinda*
Myndra: Oh, that's why I was so eager to accept the posting on Legacy! Who knows what we might encounter! Maybe a race whose language hasn't been translated yet! The possiblities are endless! *blushes once again, and takes a few bites of her food* It's been my dream to serve aboard a starship, and Legacy is an incredbile one
T'Pah: *that neutral expression on Sarin seems to suit her much better and T'Pah relaxes her eyebrows, nodding at the new arrival* Ensign Sarin. I am Lieutenant T'Pah. This is Ensign Green. Welcome to our crew.
T'Pah: *can't say 'aboard' because they aren't technically on board Legacy*
Kelsey: She is, indeed. I am very happy to be posted here, there are many things to study! My first week posted here, we found an extinct civilization with a whole language to learn~ *bragging? No, not at all*
Myndra: *gasps* An extinct language? What was their syntax like? Their pronouncations? *with geniune curiosity*
Sarin: I had heard. It seems as if you already know my name as well. *It's said to both of them, but it's really meant towards T'Pah. She has such a mousey, tiny voice..*
Kelsey: We did not make it so far as the pronunciation, but they had extensive records, I am sure someday we will know. Their syntax was not something that I have seen, with sentence structure based on...*thinks* Oh, verbs connected to the nouns, and noun-adjectives. It was very interesting.
Myndra: Incredible... and to think that Legacy got to witness that first hand! *sighs contently* I can't wait until we're underway again, I've been abuzz with excitement since first hearing about my posting
Rorin: *yes, interesting o.o language nerds* *interesting for so many reasons*
Claire: Lieutenant T'Pah told me about you. We were discussing how meditation might aid in controlling emotions in humans as well as Vulcans.
Kelsey: *rorin you are being so helpful with this conversation* We do not encounter that all the time, but it could happen again at some point. Is this your first posting?
T'Pah: *still with her hands clasped behind her back, stands there turned to Claire and Sarin equally, nods confirmingly and waits Sarin's answer out*
Myndra: *takes another sip of water, and a small bit of food* Yes ma'am. First time on official assignment for Starfleet. I grew up on a starship, but I never worked her. I just grew up on her, and learned from my dad.
Shras: *Shras walks into the party with a look of astonishment.* *This is the crew of the ship I'm supposed to be transferred to? Better go meet them.* *he walked into the crowd to mingle.*
Kelsey: Oh, I see. *don't call me ma'am * *rorin she's running out of words, help* That is very fascinating. Did you travel much, then, on your father's ship?
Sarin: I see. Do you wish to ask of my knowledge of the subject, or are you asking to take part in meditation sessions with me? *Already hunting down new clients and she hasn't even got on the ship yet.*
Myndra: Oh yes, I travelled quite a bit! The Interim only was capable of Warp 5, but we transported plenty of passengers between worlds. I never really set foot on them, but I did see plenty from orbit. And I got to meet several incredible people who travelled with us
Claire: The first, I suppose. I was wondering if you know of any human meditation techniques, or Vulcan ones that work on humans? I'd like to be able to teach myself some level of control over my emotions, so that they don't overwhelm me if I am in a tense situation.
Kelsey: That sounds so very exciting! I am almost jealous of you, save that you did not get to leave the ship.
Rorin: *sips from his drink* That does sound interesting. What kind of people did you get to meet? *tilts his head*
Morgan: *has been sitting back with a drink watching Claire socialize but not really engaging yet* *she's getting used to her own emotions again after weeks of being totally unexcited and emotionless about everything* *was going to go and talk to Claire and T'Pah but a new person walked over, so she's scanning the room for others* *she sees Shras walk in and perks up, walking over to greet him* Hello! Welcome to the party! I'm Lieutenant Morgan Green. *offers a hand and a grin*
Shras: *Shras sees Morgan, smiles, and shakes her hand.* Hi! I'm Ensign Shras th'Zarath.
Sarin: Humans are incredibly versatile creatures, as far as neuro-psychology goes. A wide array of meditation techniques, when practiced properly and regularly, can have a calming effect on humans. As far as which would work best for you, I cannot answer that. I would have to know you better.
Myndra: *looks to Rorin* Several Andorians booked passage to their homeworld, if I remember right. There was a vulcan who kept to herself.. Oh! And a tellarite who was very friendly with many of the crew. *smiles proudly* Seeing so many races come and go aboard that ship, it really made me want to learn more about them, you know?
T'Pah: Do you have experience in assessing meditation techniques to people of various alien species?
Morgan: Nice to meet you! Everyone's just kind of mingling right now, getting to know the new crew members. What department are you in? I might be able to point you towards some good people to meet. *grins wider* You probably don't want me babbling at you all night.
Claire: *waits to hear Sarin's answer, curious as well*
Sarin: Yes, I have. *She nods.*
Rorin: *small smile, nods* I can imagine. I got curious about them, too. Though not from growing up on a spaceship. *pause* We just made first contact about two weeks ago.
Shras: *shrugs* by all means, babble! I'm with the Science department, an Exobiologist. *said with some pride.*
T'Pah: Interesting. *considers recommending frequenting her to both Molly and Fallan because Sarin seems to be the more qualified meditation teacher*
Kelsey: *quietly* Or, perhaps, they made first contact.
Claire: I'll have to sign up for a session. *smiles slightly*
Sarin: My door is open to you, figuratively speaking. Of course, we may explore several different meditation options before we settle on one that works for you. You will not receive results automatically. Will that bother you?
Morgan: *looks delighted* Hey, me too! Xenobiology and xenology. I've been focusing more on spatial and temporal anomalies since joining the ship - we have so many - but we get to see a ton of new species as well. It's really amazing. *^^*
T'Pah: *for a very brief moment imagines Sarin's door not opening literally when Claire pushes the button, then returns her attention to the conversation, but doesn't say anything*
Shas: *looks excited* Really? Something tells me I'm going to enjoy being part of this crew.
Claire: *shakes head* I wouldn't expect it to have a dramatic effect overnight. *smiles wryly* Not many things work that way, I guess. But I'd like to try.
Morgan: *nods enthusiastically* We do a lot of scientific exploration; a lot of times we're the first group to explore new planets and document what's there. Our department, the biologist in particular, are sometimes the first people to ever study these new species. We even get to name some of them. *yay science is exciting right yeah!*
Myndra: First contact? Now that must have truly been exciting! I can only imagine how that must've felt. *Takes some more bites of her food, as it is growing cold*
Sarin: That is a healthy attitude to hold. *She nods, and then does not add anymore, since there is nothing left to add. She looks between the two of them.*
T'Pah: I agree.
Shras: Great! What's that Humans say uh... Sweet?
Kelsey: I can assure you, I had a fast-beating heart. *which is true*
Claire: I appreciate your willingness to work with me on the subject. *gives a nod that's kind of like a slight bow*
Morgan: *laughs a little, pleased* Yeah, sweet. Not gonna lie, the Legacy can get pretty dangerous, but it's worth it, in my opinion. There's nothing quite like being the first person to set foot on a new planet.
Shras: Yeah... So are we going to the frontier? Like the Enterprise?
Sarin: You are welcome. *She considers smiling. That's the friendly thing to do, after all. Why not? She smiles a little.*
Rorin: Heh, likewise. And it felt in lots of ways, indeed. The species we met, or the species who met us, consists of energy. And during their attempts to communicate with us, they altered some of our emotions. *it was more than that, but there are reports and he doesn't-- feel like bringing up the moral part*
T'Pah: ...
Myndra: So, they communicated by means of telepathy? Fascinating! *ponders the idea for a moment*
Rorin: They did, yes. Apparently their language is very different from ours, but I don't know in which ways exactly. *^^°*
Myndra: A shame I wasn't posted sooner then! But, I just go where Starfleet tells me. I can't really complain *^^*
Rorin: *small grin* You /could/ complain, though. Theoretically. *sobers a bit* Ahh, but you were assigned to the Legacy by Starfleet?
Myndra: You don't get good postings by complaining about where they send you. But yes, I believe it was something about the comm staff being lacking. Nevertheless, I'm happy to be here. *finishes off her water*
Rorin: We get interesting assignments, though partly dangerous. But I suppose you're aware. *sips from his drink*
Kelsey: * the comm staff isn't lacking* It is always nice to have new officers. *civil smile*
Myndra: I could be wrong, of course. *said with a smile* All I know is, I'm happy to be aboard Legacy, and I'll help however I am able *with glee*
Claire: *smiles back, pleased that her emotional response is reciprocated* I suppose I'll see you soon then. *to both of them* I should probably go see what my sister is doing. Thank you for the conversation. *nods to them and heads off to find Morgan*
Sarin: You are welcome. *She watches Claire head off, her smile drops. She glances at T'Pah.*
Rorin: It's a good attitude, if you ask me.
T'Pah: *parts from Claire by giving her a nod, then turns to Sarin, lifting her eyebrow and looking at her questioningly*
Kelsey: It is indeed.
Sarin: *She mimics the gesture.* I didn't expect to have my first patient so quickly.
Myndra: I appreciate you saying so Lieutenant. It's nice to feel welcomed aboard a new ship
T'Pah: Congratulations.
Morgan: *makes a wave gesture that means "sort of"* We do a lot of exploration, but we also do relief and transportation, all kind of stuff. We're a jack of all trades.
Sarin: Thank you. *She does not have much more to say after that. She'll pause, in case T'Pah had questions.*
Rorin: It's Rorin. *small smile* Unless you'd like to keep calling me Lieutenant.
Shras:*nods* That sounds very similar to what the Auburn did.
T'Pah: *has a question, indeed* Is there a reason for your unusual expressing of emotions?
Morgan: It's kind of fun, you never know what you're gonna get.
Myndra: *smiles slightly* All right Rorin, thank you again for the welcome. I'm eager to come aboard.
Sarin: Most humanoids react positively to seeing a calm or happy expression on another humanoid face. Humans, in specific, have 'mirror neurons' that will fire both when feeling happy and while seeing others feeling happy. I try to mimic positive and welcoming behavior so that others will come to trust me. Many officers and crew members will distrust a counselor by instinct, and it is only logical to dispel that distrust as early as possible. I suppose it must look somewhat curious to you, though?
Rorin: I'm sure you can take a look around tomorrow and settle in to your quarters.
Kelsey: Perhaps even tonight if you wished. It is not as if we are going anywhere.
Morgan: *points towards them* I'll leave you to it. I need to go find my sister and make sure she's not getting into any trouble. *^^* Have a good evening!
Myndra: *eyes widen with anticipation* If... it wasn't too much of a hassle, I would LOVE that!
Shras: You too Lieutenant. *smiles and makes his way to the replicators.
Morgan: *heads off to find Claire and they joint socialize for a while*
T'Pah: I see. *that resembles somewhat the reason of Torven having a mustache* Except, would people not as well distrust a Vulcan that smiles by instinct, and it would therefore only be logical to refrain from it?
Rorin: I don't think it is. Kelsey's right. *small brief grin* We won't go anywhere until next week. *and a quiet week does sound really good, for a change*
Kelsey: You could do so whenever you wished. No one will mind, so long as you do not move into their quarters by mistake. *crooked smile*
Myndra: *feels her heart drop slightly* Oh, well, I will do my best not to mess up in that regard then. *chuckles nervously*
Sarin: Occasionally, that does happen. *She nods.* I keep the emotional gestures subtle, if I can. It appears that the benefits and success rates of returning others' emotional gestures outweigh the risks.
T'Pah: Returning? Does that mean you're mimicking what you believe appropriate in a certain situation?
Rorin: Ah, don't worry. They'd let you live. *small casual shrug, smiling* Most of them, anyway. *joking* *mostly ^^°*
Sarin: *She nods.* Yes, in most cases. As I said before, displaying positive body language appears to induce a positive mood, if subtly. It can be called a sort of emotional manipulation.
T'Pah: Wouldn't that be lying?
Sarin: Yes, it is a form of lying.
T'Pah: Curious.
Kelsey: *gives Rorin a small glance* *don't scare the new person*
Sarin: I would say that a sizable percentage of my job is lying.
T'Pah: *lifts an eyebrow* Would you care to elaborate?
Myndra: I'm sure everything will be ok. *takes a deep gulp. Nervousness definitely set in*
Sarin: *She glances at T'Pah again.* I will not share what my patients and I talk about exactly, but occasionally, they need to be lied to in order to heal. They need something into which they can put their hopes into. It is not necessarily true for me to say 'you will heal and overcome', for instance. I have no assurance that the hypothetical patient will heal and overcome, as I have said, but telling them so and giving them that idea greatly increases their chances of actually accomplishing their goals of healing. And so I lie.
Rorin: *._. oops* *look at the sensitive Betazoid* It surely will be. *looks at Kelsey* *this was a "don't scare the new person" attempt* I was joking.
Kelsey: *good job, Rorin* *small, firm nod* It surely will. Everyone understands; they too were new once.
Myndra: *lets out a deep breath* That's really good to hear, I guess nerves are settling in. The Legacy does depart in a week after all.
Rorin: *nods* But you'll have time to get a bit more used to everything during that week.
Kelsey: It is not so much to worry about as you think. *except the actual missions but that's something else entirely*
T'Pah: *lifts an eyebrow* That is a curious approach. Have you studies showing that your lies, indeed, cause a higher success rate than a less untruthful approach?
Sarin: I have compared my findings to others. I have found that my methods seem to work better. However, I cannot say that with absolute certainty. It is a topic I research often in my spare time.
Molly: *spots Myndra- yay more comms officers- and wanders over to the three of them*
T'Pah: I see. For how long has your research been going until now?
Rorin: *nods and is about to reply when he notices Molly approaching* *nods again, but at her, small smile* Ahh, hello.
Sarin: This was a conundrum frequently debated in even the academy. I've been formally researching it for a year and five months.
T'Pah: Do you formally inform your patients of being lied at when they are seeking your advice?
Kelsey: Molly, hello! *saved @_@* This is Myndra.
Sarin: I do not. That would defeat the purpose of the lying in the first place, and in many cases, to tell them the absolute truth would cause severe harm to their mental state. I would rather do no harm, if I can help it.
Myndra: *offers her hand* Hello there! Pleased to meet you! *said with a large grin*
T'Pah: *lifts an eyebrow* "The absolute truth"? In which regards?
Molly: *takes her hand, there's no need to play her match-the-strength game with a lady so she just shakes it normally* It's very nice to meet you. I'm Commander McAdams, I'm your department head, and second officer of the ship. You can call me Molly off-duty, though.
Rorin: *indicates briefly with his glass that it's empty, which it is* Please excuse me. *to Myndra* Welcome to the crew. *glances at Kelsey and gets up*
Myndra: *waves goodbye to Kelsey, then turns to Molly* Thank you Molly. I'm beyond excited to be here, and a little nervous as well. This is my first real assignment aboard a starship
Rorin: Nice to meet you, yes. I'll see you. *quietly, not to disturb the conversation, waves briefly at Molly and Myndra, then walks off (with Kelsey?)*
Kelsey: *follows Rorin*
Molly: *8I abandoned, and by one of her own officers too* *thanks kelsey just go follow your boyfriend okay then* Did you choose this posting or were you assigned?
Kelsey: *sorry Molly* *you got this you're great at talking to people*
Sarin: If I were to tell a recent victim of severe trauma the full extent of their trauma and their hope of recovering, it could, unintentionally, cause the negative outcome my patient and I would like to avoid. Instead of telling the absolute truth, I prefer to tell lies wherein I purposely leave information out, though there are times where I must lie blatantly.
T'Pah: That is interesting. So if I were to be traumatised, you would refrain from giving me exact information on the grounds of believing that you know better than I which information I am able to handle, and how my mind will react to the truth?
Myndra: *with pride* I was assigned to the Legacy by Starfleet, though given the choice, I'm sure I would have chosen it anyway. It's a fine ship, and I am proud to be assigned to her.
Molly: *gives the same advice to all newbies* Did you read any old mission reports?
Sarin: You are a Vulcan, and thusforth I would have to handle you differently than I would handle a human patient, for example. I would presume you would benefit more from knowing the full truth and your prospects. If you were human, I would answer differently. It would not be a case of me knowing better--I acknowledge that I am still young and will have my views challenged-- It would be a case of me purposely manipulating you until you are healthy again, after which you may or may not be able to handle the 'full truth'.
Myndra: A few, and the two officers I was with before told me in detail about your first contact mission 2 weeks ago. That was exciting to hear about
Molly: *wry smile* Exciting, yeah. Exciting to get your emotions messed with, and see others get hurt or suffer or lose control.
T'Pah: I do prefer not being manipulated. Furthermore, I experience difficulties trusting someone when I am aware of the likely intention to manipulate me.
Sarin: I have no intention to manipulate you. That would not be logical.
Myndra: Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to seem insensitive about what happened. *looks down at her feet, incredibly embarassed* I simply meant the idea of first contact with a new species was exciting.
Molly: *waves a hand* No no, it's fine. I don't mean to make you feel bad. There's just been a lot of things that have happened on board that seem just sort of interesting and exciting on paper, but aren't so fun to experience. And I want you to be prepared for that.
Zef: *walking around with a drink in his hand, got somewhat used to the crowd; notices one of the new officers - probably new, maybe, but he could be one of them* *wanders in Shraz's direction*
T'Pah: And I have no intention to be manipulated, that would also be illogical. I appreciate us being in agreement.
Terrence: *is keeping nearby Zef during the party, knows that large crowds stress him out*
Sarin: I do as well. *She nods, and then she is quiet, with nothing left to say...*
Shras: *finishes up his Andorian pizza.* *Notices Zef and Terry and gets up and walks over.* Hi. I'm Shras th'Zarath, I just transferred over to Legacy.
Myndra: I feel ready Molly. *holds her head high* Starfleet is about exploring the unknown, and the unknown isn't always friendly. I'm ready for that
Zef: *he was right!, he's one of the new officers* Hey. I'm Zefram Sanders. Welcome a--board. *of this space station which is totally the Legacy but you get the idea, hi and welcome*
Molly: *oh no she's so spirited and positive* *this ship is going to crush her* I'm glad to hear it.
Terrence: *still a little off to the side, chatting with another officer while Zef talks with Shras*
Shras: *hold out a hand for Zef to shake.* I'm a new Exobiologist.
T'Pah: *also falls silent, and eventually turns towards the table to sit down and eat*
Myndra: So, Molly. If you don't mind me asking, how did you come to be assigned to Legacy?
Molly: After I graduated I spent some time without assignment. When I wanted to come back on, I got assigned here. That was a little over four years ago.
Zef: *shakes his hand, slight smile* Science. I'm from engineering. Did you get to meet anyone from science already?
Shras: Yeah Lt. Morgan. Could I ask a question?
Zef: Erm. Sure, yeah. *nodnod* Of course.
Shras: Did you know a guy named Jon Gollan?
Zef: *sips from his drink, thinking; not because he doesn't remember Job but because he needs to figure out if it's the right Jon* Yeah. We've been working together. He came aboard a few weeks or so before me.
Shras: Did he see a counselor at all?
Zef: *frown surprised, didn't expect that question* Erm, I don't know? We weren't close.
Shras: *shrugs* Just curious. He's a friend of mine.
Myndra: Four years?! That's amazing!
Zef: *nods slowly* Well... Did you ask because of what they say about the Legacy?
Shras: More or less. He said it was a great ship.
Molly: *blinks* Is it? *four years isn't that long, she's still relatively new to Starfleet compared to some officers*
Zef: *flickers a smile* I... guess that depends on the point of view, yeah. In any case it's interesting.
Shras: *wants to change the subject from Jon* From an Engineer's point of view, What do you think of the Legacy?
Zef: Ermm... *sips some more from his drink, then grins briefly* Well, I guess from this point of view she is great. The technique, I mean. The Legacy's tech.  
Myndra: Well, considering I just graduated Starfleet Academy in the past month, I'd say it's a long time
Molly: *thoughtfully* I guess it has been a while. But anyway, I'm glad you're excited to be aboard. I'll introduce you to the other Comms officers when I can, we've got a bit of a motley crew.
Myndra: *with a smile* I'm glad to be welcomed as a part of it
Molly: *ticks off on her fingers* Erik Schroding is kind of my right hand guy, he takes over when I'm not around. If you need anything, go to him. He can be a little intense but don't let it intimidate you. Tivir's kinda quiet but he's nice. You met Kelsey. Lisery is a bit loud and can be overbearing, but I think she mostly means well? But yeah, that's the crew. Plus one more new officer who I haven't met yet.
Shras: *smiles* Kinda wish I was an engineer. *looks for a clock.* Uh... What's the time?
Zef: *slight frown* Erm. I'm... not quite sure. But *looks around briefly, then back at him* did you wanna move on? *I should move on o_o*
Shras: Yeah... sure. Nice meeting you... Zefram right?
Myndra: I'm excited to get out into space Molly, you'll have 100% of my effort, and so will the Captain
Zef: *nodnod* Zefram, yeah. Or Zef. Nice to meet you, too. And welcome on-- to the crew.
Shras: Sure. Thanks. I look forward to serving with you. *walks off to mingle with other crew members.*
Molly: I'm sure he'll appreciate it. *probably* I'll probably see you around on the station, but feel free to drop into the Comms center to familiarize yourself before we get back to work next week.
Myndra: *ponders for a moment, and then smiles* You know, I think I might do that! Station computers aren't that different from Legacy's, right?
Zef: I'll see you. *waves briefly and returns to his drink and other people*
Molly: I'm sorry, what do you mean?
Myndra: Well, I mean in terms of interface. Even though they are aboard a space station, they shouldn't differ too greatly from the ships. Right?
Molly: Oh, I mean you can use the ship's Comm center. I don't have any control over the station's. *laughs*
Myndra: Oh of course! How stupid of me. My apologies! *nervously scratches the back of her head, it's a bad habit*
Molly: Don't worry about it. Do you mind if I head out? I've about had my fill of social for the evening, no offense.
Myndra: Not at all, I should get some shut eye myself. I hadn't realized how fast the time had gone bye. *offers hand to shake good bye* It was a pleasure meeting you Molly.
Molly: *shakes her hand again* I'll see you later. *heads off to recover from the extended amount of socializing and physical closeness of so many people*



II.
[Sometime after the party is scheduled to end -- she didn't go -- Vekal is in a rec room with a window, watching the stars with a glass of alien booze in hand. Her skin has darkened and feels brittle to the touch (but fortunately nobody dares to touch her) and her hair has lost some of its lustre and there are new lines on her face. There are several pounds less of her than there should be. Almost a month of artificially-induced depression has clearly taken its toll, though now and then she looks at her reflection with her usual easy smile, perhaps rehearsing. The lights of the rec room are off, but the temperature is not raised.]
Webb: *after the party, decides he should probably go check up on Vekal since he lost tabs on her in the most recent chaos* *finds her in the rec room and arrives still in his party civvies, pausing just inside the door because of the darkness* Commander? Have I interrupted a nap? *knew she stopped showing up for work, and /did/ make sure she was still breathing throughout the past weeks with the use of creeper technology, but also was hesitant to check on her especially since she didn't really leave her quarters*
Vekal: *without turning around, mostly for the sake of drama -- if nothing else, she remains a ham -- Vekal addresses Webb via the reflection in the window* I'm by the window, and not in the habit of sleeping upright. You haven't interrupted anything.
Webb: *stays by the door anyway, since he hasn't been invited* Well, I myself have fallen asleep sitting up in the past, so I know it's possible.
Vekal: Mm. *not really interested, but at least acknowledging that Webb said something* Was there something you needed, Captain? *turns and smiles at him*
Webb: *it's dark so he can't really see, but something seems off* *frowns* Lights up ten percent, please. *moves into the room completely to allow the door to shut and scrutinizes her* You don't look well.
Vekal: *less in response to his actual appearance than to deflect conversation from hers* Mm, neither do you. *audibly not invested in playing these games, but she makes the effort*
Webb: I noticed you stopped working.
Vekal: *doesn't really have an answer for that, at least not immediately* ...I apologize.
Webb: It was, of course, your prerogative to work or not work as was best for your mental health.
Vekal: All the same, my professional dignity has suffered. *there's the smile* Therefore, I apologize.
Webb: Your apology is accepted.
Vekal: Mmmm. *tilts her head back* Perhaps the most meaningless thing you've said today. But I'm speaking out of turn, and then again perhaps your point is that I won't suffer repercussions for this... professionally speaking. In that case, thank you.
Webb: Seeing how I've said very little today, that wasn't a difficult record to beat. *pauses* I noted your absence at the gathering tonight.
Vekal: I didn't feel like attending. And as one of the luxuries of /not/ being a department head -- as well as my fitness for duty being questionable pending psychological evaluation *which she doesn't intend to get* -- I was hardly obligated to attend.
Webb: No, you were not. But usually you like to meet new Science ensigns, to claim them.
Vekal: Claim them? I've never done such a thing, and in any case you've outright forbidden me from doing it in the future.
Webb: Whatever you wish to call it, then.
Vekal: Forbidden? *takes a drink*
Webb: *narrows his eyes at her glass* What are you drinking?
Vekal: Whiskey of some alien culture I can't pronounce. Would you like a glass?
Webb: That depends. How much have you had?
Vekal: I decline to answer.
Webb: Then no thank you. *but he comes over and sits, near her but not near enough for space invasion*
Vekal: Mm. *drinks again* Was there anything else?
Webb: I apologize for being unable to rid the ship of the alien presence sooner.
Vekal: As do I.
Webb: Ah, but I was perhaps less compromised than you.
Vekal: If I may be so crude: /Whatever./
Webb: You're right, that was unforgivably crude.
Vekal: Report me then.
Webb: *she must be tipsy* I don't think I will.
Vekal: *sighs and leans against the wall between windows* Very well. Then what? *raises her fingers one by one as if to count off* We've exchanged pleasantries, you know why I wasn't at the gathering, you've accepted my apology, given your own, which I accept... So was there anything else?
Webb: Do you wish me to leave?
Vekal: Of course. Specifically, now rather than later, before the conversation takes any unpleasant turns.
Webb: What if the conversation takes no unpleasant turns?
Vekal: Oh, it will. *cheerfully with no small edge of malice* I'm gifted with words, you know.
Webb: Well, I'll avoid that turn if you will... but you seem to have no interest in avoiding.
Vekal: Oh no. None whatsoever.
Webb: Whyever not?
Vekal: *was really hoping she'd scare him off, but since that doesn't seem to be happening, she turns away instead* Have you changed your mind, Captain? Not too long ago you were bent on being a martyr -- and now that I'm willing to oblige, you care why?
Webb: *blinks, surprised* I was bent on what, exactly?
Vekal: Oh, that thing you do. "I deserve to suffer, Commander, for what I've allowed to happen to you. My guilt knows no bounds, et cetera, et cetera." *started in a decent imitation of Webb's intonation, though it devolves quickly into mockery* I'm ready to oblige you now.
Webb: *frowns slightly, but figures she's just lashing out, so doesn't let it get to him* I don't think I've ever heard you say that. The bit about being ready to oblige me. Let me bask in this moment.
Vekal: Bask? *since she's turned away, she doesn't figure that Webb can see the curl in her lip, but surely the sneer is audible* What a change, indeed.
Webb: *just lashing out* I don't suppose you'll tell me the real reason you're trying to drive me away.
Vekal: *turns back and gives him a look of "did you really just hand that to me"* Suppose I said the sight of you made me sick and I can't believe you're still forcing your presence on me.
Webb: *he falters just a bit, but tries not to let it be seen* I would say that based on what you've said in the past, that is just another tactic to try and send me away for whatever reason you are trying to do so.
Vekal: Oh, believe me -- though you may choose not to -- I'm not really trying. *smiles* I always was one to hold back too much; all my instructors have said so.
Webb: Well, if you wish to try, go ahead.
Vekal: I've changed my mind. I've no interest in martyrs or in this conversation. Good evening, Captain. *downs the remainder of the glass in a single gulp and heads for the door (admittedly, partly hoping he'll stop her, but also partly hoping he won't)*
Webb: *he fucked it up* Commander, please wait. *half-rises from his own seat*
Vekal: *stops, perhaps betraying herself a bit in how quickly she does so* If you wish to apologize for the intrusion, no need. I accept your apology.
Webb: *sighs, and is quiet for just a moment* I would appreciate it if you honored me with your company a bit longer.
Vekal: I can't. *pinches the bridge of her nose to distract from both the tears and the explanations that threaten to come to the surface* What I mean to say is that in my present mood I don't think... Mm. You understand, I hope.
Webb: No. I don't understand. *standing all the way up now, but hasn't moved towards her* I want you to help me do so.
Vekal: Surely you don't expect it to be that simple. *turns and smiles at him* No. A passing friendship, and they /are/ all passing, is no reason to divulge certain secrets, to show certain weaknesses. Nor is our professional relationship. There /is/ no reason to rely on you -- on anyone -- to shoulder my burdens, to allow such weakness. You must understand that, at least. Others... *gestures illustratively* cry on one another's shoulders, or share their woes over a drink, or have shouting matches heard by the entire deck. Not us. *smiles* If I sink to /those/ depths, what worth do I have at all? Oh, please don't tell me that I remain an excellent officer. Your senior staff is useless and so am I; can you even name my last major contribution?
Webb: *a passing friendship* *ouch* *and that was quite a monologue* Well, I at least must protest at the insulting of my senior staff, they are all very capable individuals. As for our, ah, "passing friendship," I won't presume to force you into anything you're not interested in. If you are still lashing out, and I suspect you are, you should know that I continue to be available for any of those things you seem to be so against. If you are sincere... *pauses, because that's a hard thought for him to accept* Well. I'm not sure, really.,
Vekal: *smiles almost pityingly, and only partially because she believes it will annoy Webb* Are you offended? Confused? All friendships are passing, as I said. It's best to resign yourself to that fact and remember it well, or I won't envy your pain when you too finally accept friendship and lose it too quickly. And *with the air of one wrapping up an argument, even though it's pretty apropos of nothing* I am far too sober for this conversation. Excuse me. *heads for the replicator*
Webb: *well, at least she's going opposite of the door now* Well, to be perfectly honest, the entire concept of friendship is fairly foreign to me.
Vekal: Mm. *keys in another glass of the alien whiskey she can't pronounce* Friendship is, loosely translated, a poisoned dagger in an attractive sheath.
Webb: I imagine someone who was slighted coined that phrase.
Vekal: Most probably. *smiles* I might also suspect someone in politics.
Webb: Well, then it certainly can't be trusted.
Vekal: *takes a deep drink, almost half the glass at one go* Much better. Mm. Don't mistake abstention for disinterest, Captain. If I weren't the invulnerable Commander Vekal and if I didn't know how all friendships inevitably end, I doubt there would be this distance between us. I /am/ lonely, and you... *smiles and cuts herself off* Well, your ego hardly needs more inflation, hm? But I also know how it all ends. /You/ may take the associated risks with a patsy of your choosing, and the best of luck to you, but I don't have the energy.
Webb: This has nothing to do with my ego, Commander. Besides, if I haven't already made it clear, /you/ are the patsy of my choice. Though you are hardly a patsy. But you are lonely, as you have said.
Vekal: But not to the point of idiocy, my Captain.
Webb: But what is that point, really?
Vekal: *smile of "if only you knew..."* Your rhetoric is amusing as always.
Webb: Indulging me or no, do you really want nothing to do with me?
Vekal: What /I/ want? *gives a smile that looks all wrong and a harsh chuckle* Even now... Oh my Captain, my /wants/ aren't even worth the time it would take to figure them out.
Webb: Of course they are. Don't be absurd.
Vekal: *snorts* Really? Shall we test that theory? *winding up for another monologue*
Webb: Go right ahead.
Vekal: As a random example, I wanted /desperately/ to feel anything other than despair these past four weeks. I want friends -- a legion of them! -- to love me and make me laugh and-- *cut off by a tightening in her throat* and all the rest that goes with friendship. I want a family, I want a home; I want Cardassia. I want-- someone to ease my pain, because I don't know how to do it myself. I want to make others happy, to be useful, to be that person others turn to for help. *looks at him and smiles again, even if her throat hurts* But for all my cleverness, I can't arrange the world to suit me. And there's no point in pining after things I can't have.
Webb: *exhales and runs a hand through his hair* *he doesn't know what to say, so he is silent*
Vekal: You and I both know better than to believe in happy endings.
Webb: And yet somehow I manage to believe in them anyways.
Vekal: *immediately dismissive* It's immaterial.
Webb: Is it?
Vekal: *really hates hearing those words out of his mouth, but rather than tell him so (which would be the opposite of productive) she just drains about half of the remaining liquid from her glass*
Webb: *knows she hates that* Apologies.
Vekal: *exhales slowly* It's also immaterial. I sent the wrong message earlier. I didn't mean to seem as if I were rejecting /you/. All I mean to say is that, right now, there's nothing I'm asking of you. And I don't have the energy to be... good company.
Webb: I'm not asking you to be good company. You can be whatever company you desire. I just... *hesitations in his speech are unusual for him* I just would like the opportunity to spend time with you.
Vekal: *considers, but what can be the harm?* Something that doesn't require any mental energy, perhaps? *looks, and indeed feels, quite drained by the conversation and the booze and everything* I might even like to sleep off the alcohol. Perhaps one of those films you enjoy so much.
Webb: *chuckles* I won't even choose a favorite so I won't be disappointed when you fall asleep. *activates the screen in the rec room and starts looking through movies*
Vekal: *turns away to recycle her glass and so there's no chance of Webb catching her grateful smile, then heads over to the couch and sits at one end, leaving her personal bubble of space perfectly intact if Webb sits at the other end, because as much as she wants contact, she /really/ doesn't want to end up missing that on top of everything else that's wrong with her life* *emo lizard is emo*
Webb: *debates with himself for a moment, still standing a few feet away from her* Did you, perchance, want another hug? *because the one they had after everything wasn't so bad* *in fact it was kind of nice* *and he thinks she found it comforting, and it looks like she needs comforting* *he's not very good at distressed women*
Vekal: *Pro: comfort. Con: loss of self-sufficiency. But it's just once, and just a simple hug, so not the drama.* *smiles* Would you think less of me if I did?
Webb: *looks vaguely confused* Of course not. Even if seeking a small comfort could make anyone seem less strong, you did not ask it of me. I am offering, and it is as much an offer for my own selfish reasons as it is for you.
Vekal: *actual amused smile* Good answer. Thank you. *stands up a bit slowly because she's drained, and heads over to Webb*
Webb: *yay he had a good answer* *shifts his stance a little bit but lets her make the first hug-move*
Vekal: *as before, guides his arms around her shoulders and rests her head against his shoulder, her own arms around his mid-back area and body relaxing with several slow breaths (taken with her head turned to the side, because breathing captain-let-alone-Captain-Webb-chest-air is just weird)*
Webb: *smiles faintly and hugs her, only exerting as much pressure as she does, trying not to match her breathing but kind of doing so anyway* *some of the typically-held tension in his body eases*
Vekal: *with eyes closed, makes a quiet sound of contentment and starts holding him more tightly, because the reptile secretly /really/ enjoys hugs (with the right people), but that's meant to be a secret, so she lets go and steps back slightly after not too long a time* Thank you, again.
Webb: *finds himself unhappy when it's over, but respects her boundaries* But remember, that was for me as well. So I thank you, too. *but he didn't miss the bit when she held him a bit tighter* And now, we shall watch a movie, and rest. *moves over to the other end of the couch and sits, leaning back in a lounging position and starting up the movie* *turns off the lights once more, for both the viewing and for her comfort, and after a moment's thought, quietly orders the temperature up a bit*
Vekal: *smiles at the temperature thing, and sits on the couch a bit closer than she was initially, though she immediately leans to the other side to sort of curl up against the armrest so the new position might well have been just for a more comfortable resting angle*
Webb: Rest well, Commander. *turns the volume on the movie down to a level where it can be heard, but just barely* *and then puts on subtitles because he actually does want to watch it until he conks out as well*
Vekal: *makes an assenting noise and sets about falling asleep, helped by the booze*
Webb: *takes an old man nap about halfway through the movie, and when he wakes up he turns it off, turns the temperature up to one he knows she likes, and quietly sneaks out of the rec room, locking the door on the way out so that she's not disturbed while she slumbers*