Conversation with #OOS
(6:25:22 PM) TAC_2LT_Randen [jbarnes0210@75-169-240-221.slkc.qwest.net] entered the room.
(6:26:00 PM) SCI_LtJG_TLira [uid82440@ealing.irccloud.com] entered the room.
(6:28:24 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: Scene: In a terrifying display, Ilaihr is stood behind the bar, serving the crew as they take some always needed downtime.
(6:30:39 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: All: Come all, come all. Good evening. Mr Zaxavien sends his apologies, he is apparently running late today.
(6:32:12 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: slides into a barstool ::
(6:32:35 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: XO: Good evening, captain. What can I get you?
(6:32:37 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: sitting at the bar, sipping a rocks margarita and talking shop with Ilaihr when he's not busy ::
(6:33:14 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: ENG: Berry tea, please.
(6:33:56 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: XO: Good evening, Captain.
(6:34:00 PM) TAC_2LT_Randen: :: Sits at the bar as well. :: ENG: I'll have a Nova Fireball.
(6:34:05 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Nods.:: XO: Right away, ma'am. CSO: Would you like a refill, my dear?
(6:34:31 PM) SCI_LtJG_TLira: :: sitting at the bar with everyone else, reading over a PADD of something ::
(6:34:45 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: ENG: Oh, yes, please. Could you salt the rim, if it's not too much trouble?
(6:34:49 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: sets her PADD down on the bar in front of her and taps it idly ::
(6:36:21 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: TAC: Ladies first, my boy... ::Smiles, before darting off surprisingly spry for a super-centenarian, returning shortly after with a tea, for the captain, and a Nova for the tactical officer.::
(6:37:17 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: CSO: :: looks up, still getting used to being called "Captain" and finds Wright :: Good evening, Lieutenant Commander.
(6:37:36 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: CSO: My apologies.
(6:38:26 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: pokes at the ice in the bottom of her glass until T'Kirr responds :: XO: None needed, Captain, I understand it's the end of a long day. :: smiles amiably ::
(6:39:17 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Pulls out a margarita from under the counter, lightly and precisely salting the rim of the glass.:: CSO: Here you go, commander. Just as you like it.
(6:39:55 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: SCI: What about lieutenant? Is there anything I can get you?
(6:40:16 PM) SCI_LtJG_TLira: :: looks up :: ENG: A spice tea, please.
(6:41:40 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Nods.:: SCI: Any particular spice?
(6:42:18 PM) TAC_2LT_Randen: :: Smiles as he takes his normal size glass and his shot glass. He drops the shot glass into the bigger one. A blue ball of flame forms over the glass. A purple sphere forms in the center of the blue ball of fire. The ball explodes into a ring the size of the CO's desk before dissipating. Looking like a mini Super Nova. When the flames are gone he starts drinking his beverage. ::
(6:42:20 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: thinks she should probably make idle conversation with Wright, but she can hardly ask about her projects of the day since she already submitted her reports, and there wasn't anything contained within that would prompt a response. Her thoughts are interrupted as Wright's colorful drink is served to her ::
(6:42:40 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: pushes away her empty glass and accepts the new one :: ENG: Thank you! :: takes a sip with a lick from the rim :: ENG/Self: Ahhh, that's nice. I'll have to thank Kate again for introducing me to these.
(6:43:41 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: is startled by the flames, observing Randen's showy concoction :: TAC: That looked exciting.
(6:44:27 PM) TAC_2LT_Randen: CSO: It is. That never gets old. :: Grins ::
(6:45:13 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: is also distracted by the more flamboyant drink :: CSO: I don't understand the need to make one's beverages...entertaining.
(6:45:21 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Leaves T'Lira looking confused for a moment, before producing her tea like magic.::
(6:45:46 PM) SCI_LtJG_TLira: :: accepts the tea :: ENG: Thank you.
(6:46:18 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: CSO: Your welcome commander. SCI: And to you as well. ::Smiles, as the crew sip their respective drinks.::
(6:46:37 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: XO: In some subcultures, it's actually seen as an art form. Consumable performance art, if you will.
(6:46:54 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: sips primly at her tea ::
(6:47:25 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: XO: Its a human thing. I find it endearing. The whimsy of them....
(6:47:59 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: watches Ilaihr cleaning up :: ENG: I was not aware you've had experience serving in a bar.
(6:48:15 PM) TAC_2LT_Randen: XO: It's fun to watch things blow up. Even if it's your drink. :: Drinks some more of his. ::
(6:48:18 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: smiles at Ilaihr, then gestures at T'Kirr and T'Lira's beverages :: XO: In some human cultures, there is a great deal of significant ceremony surrounding tea.
(6:49:54 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: XO: I've been around a long time, ma'am. After I left Selaya, I spent some time on Orion.
(6:50:40 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: nods in acceptance of this and looks to Wright :: CSO: What sort of human customs involve tea?
(6:51:13 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: XO: I learnt..... much. ::Chuckles to himself, bouncing to a couple of the other punters.::
(6:51:57 PM) SCI_LtJG_TLira: :: listens with fascination to the topic at hand ::
(6:54:22 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: XO: On Earth, in a country called Japan, many people follow a philosophy called Zen Buddhism, which emphasizes meditation. One way chosen to express this philosophy was the tea ceremony, an elaborate ritual for serving and drinking tea. People practiced for years to perfect the art.
(6:55:38 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Reappears from under the bar somehow, holding a glass containing something bizarre and scary looking; less of a drink, more of a glass full of moss.:: XO/CSO: And is traditionally drank in two and a half sips.
(6:57:02 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: CSO: I am aware of the meditation practices, but I had not yet learned of their tea rituals. :: is interrupted by Ilaihr's bizarre presentation ::
(6:58:01 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Sips his 'drink' whilst the bar is quiet.::
(6:58:30 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: ENG: And this is...what, exactly?
(6:59:13 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: XO: Other countries such as China, India, Russia, and England have deep traditions surrounding tea, but many believe that tea met perfection in the Japanese art of Cha-no-yu.
(7:00:23 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: sips her drink, wondering what the heck is in the glass Ilaihr is drinking from ::
(7:00:34 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: XO: Its something I simply must have a word with Mr Zaxavien about. It is a Breen beverage, I have never seen out of the Confederacy... it's loses something in the translation, but is roughly 'The Lifegiver'
(7:01:02 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: ENG: Perhaps it is called that because things are literally growing out of it?
(7:01:24 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: CSO: Just like a Breen starship.
(7:01:56 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: arches an eyebrow ::
(7:02:23 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: shrugs :: ENG: Hey, it's your gut biome, not mine.
(7:03:22 PM) BAR_Zaxiven [Brayn@70-100-43-199.br1.sho.az.frontiernet.net] entered the room.
(7:03:57 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: CSO: It promotes good digestion... and is very high in alcohol content.
(7:05:20 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: CSO: You would have to scan it, to find out what it's actually composed of.
(7:05:55 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: ENG: That sounded like an invitation to me. :: whips out her trusty scanner and commences science ::
(7:06:12 PM) BAR_Zaxiven: :: casually walks in and up to the bar. As he grows closer, his brow furrows at the sight - and slight odor - of something green in a glass. He looks up to see Ilaihr behind the bar, and greets him with a puzzled look. ::
(7:07:04 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Chuckles at Wright's enthusiasm, noticing Zaxavien as he enter.::
(7:07:07 PM) TAC_2LT_Randen: :: Finishes his Nova. :: ENG: So, how is your Warnog?
(7:07:57 PM) SCI_LtJG_TLira: :: has no idea why the Breen would even consume such a beverage as what appears to be a plant, but to each their own ::
(7:08:15 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: BAR: Ah Mr Zaxavien, good of you to join us. Sit, what would you like to drink? ::Has a grin on his face, as he downs his drink.:: TAC: Chewy.
(7:09:55 PM) TAC_2LT_Randen: ENG: I
(7:10:19 PM) TAC_2LT_Randen: ENG: I'll have a Bloodwine.
(7:10:39 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: grins :: BAR: Welcome, Zaxiven! I thought you had the night off?
(7:10:46 PM) BAR_Zaxiven: :: eyes the "drink", and returns his gaze to eye contact with Ilaihr. He does this a few more times, completely unsure. And Zax has tried many, many things in his long career as a bartender. Few of them were solid, green, or mossy. :: ENG: I withhold judgment for now. :: gestures to be served up, the rare, if less than desired, opportunity to be on this side of the bar ::
(7:11:03 PM) BAR_Zaxiven: :: under these circumstances. ::
(7:12:05 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: watches Zaxiven, not used to seeing him on this side of the bar ::
(7:13:07 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: BAR: Wait... am I accurately understanding your intention to TRY one of these things? :: looks down at the scanner readout :: It could be... digestively incompatible.
(7:13:34 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: leans over to look at Wright's scanner with interest ::
(7:13:51 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: tilts it so T'Kirr can see the results ::
(7:13:52 PM) BAR_Zaxiven: :: turns to Wright :: CSO: I want to inspect it. Whether I try it has not been decided yet. ::
(7:14:03 PM) SCI_LtJG_TLira: :: withholds judgement on the potential lack of sanity in a person who would wish to consume such an item ::
(7:14:05 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Looks around for a moment, disappears under the counter, and reappears before Randen, with a silvered bottle in hand, slowly pour him a glass.:: TAC: Go slow lieutenant, the blood effects everyone differently.
(7:14:43 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Does the same disappearing act, but this time simply coming back with another green glass of something.::
(7:15:22 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: BAR: I was hoping to know where you got it...
(7:17:36 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: BAR: I have ever seen it within the Breen Confederacy... found it under the counter.
(7:17:48 PM) TAC_2LT_Randen: :: Sips his Bloodwine. :: ENG: I used to live on Qo'noS for a while. This isn't my first rodeo...
(7:18:12 PM) BAR_Zaxiven: ENG: Yes. I was given that bottle and told it made great decoration.
(7:19:09 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Taps the counter in front of Randen.:: TAC: As were countless Klingons before you...
(7:19:21 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: nods emphatically :: BAR: It may cause decorative regurgitation if consumed, I'd advise against it.
(7:19:57 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Laughs.:: BAR: Whomever told you that, was correct. It's not for the feint of heart.
(7:20:02 PM) SCI_LtJG_TLira: :: has to admit that there has likely never been a better way to describe the losing of one's previous meal other than "decorative regurgitation" ::
(7:21:00 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Produces one for himself.:: BAR: Bottoms up, Mr Zaxavien. ::Downs it like a trooper.::
(7:21:22 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: considers removing herself from the splash zone ::
(7:21:40 PM) BAR_Zaxiven: :: looks down and eyes the drink, picks it up, rotates it in his hand, turns it over noting that it does not pour out, and turns it back up. He raises it to eye level, then lowers it to his nose, sniffs it, and lowers it to a comfortable holding height. :: Self: Well? Kungaloosh! :: With that he takes the glass, brings it to his mouth, turns it slightly and, having not heard the instructions how to drink it, sticks his tongue out and
(7:22:28 PM) TAC_2LT_Randen: :: Chuckles as he reminisces. :: ENG: My friend Kloor and I used to sneak some of his father's after school as teenagers. :: Takes another sip. ::
(7:22:28 PM) BAR_Zaxiven: :: scoops it out of the glass. He sits there with his mouth closed, no expression on his face ::
(7:23:19 PM) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Watches, and senses Zaxavien intently.::
(7:23:43 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: :: watches Zaxiven in anticipation ::
(7:24:06 PM) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: considers, then positions herself to shield T'Lira's unborn child from any noxious expulsions... ::
(7:24:28 PM) BAR_Zaxiven: :: Soon, those close enough, and even those not that close who might be interested might begin to notice Zaxiven's cheeks extending as his tongue moves around the drink. For almost a full minute, he swishes and crunches and shooshes it around his mouth, before making a dramatic gulp. He smiles in that wide way only a Denobulan can :: ENG: Delightful, Lieutenant.
(7:25:00 PM) SCI_LtJG_TLira: :: has an expression on her face that suggests that the first one to spew is going to take an immediate trip to Sickbay. The hard way ::
(7:25:07 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: PAUSE SIM
(7:25:08 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: PAUSE SIM
(7:25:08 PM) XO_Capt_TKirr: PAUSE SIM
(7:26:44 PM) BAR_Zaxiven left the room.
(7:26:51 PM) TAC_2LT_Randen left the room.