RP Log: Getting With The 'In' Crowd
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"Observation Deck - Stardrive <USS Phoenix NX-170100>
- Located at the top of the stardrive section, not including the two large nacelles that can be seen out the aft window, and just aft of the saucer shuttlebay, sits the stardrive observation deck. The domed ceiling is a criss-cross of bulkheads and transparent-aluminium affording the occupants of this large space an excellent view of incoming and outgoing shuttles as they skim just above the ceiling.
- The decor is brighter than some compartments, with the majority of the walls an off-white. The furniture varies both in shape and size, but all serve the same function, a comfortable place to take a break. There are a few tables interspered around the space, some with low plushy chairs, others of a more bar variety where a person standing would be at eye level with those sitting. Along the outer walls are some curved sofas, some large enough for a group of six to eight, others for a couple or trio. To the aft port side of the deck are a set of large, mobile, motion activated, heat lamps. While mobile, all personnel are requested to return the lamps to this location after use.
- To one side of the turbolift is a series of beverage and food replicators, while on the other is a bar complete with a number of stools. When available, the bartender can whip up something special.
- Through the domed ceiling: The orange hue of the nearby star can be seen.
McMaster exits the cargo bay then does something to the outer control panel. What, it isn't clear. He takes a couple steps down the corridor and sees you, "Hello darlin', can't avoid me now, I caught ya."
Sybil chuckles a bit as she raises her brow. "I'm sorry that I'm busy....gotta at least try to do some work." With that she folds her arms. "You don't have a commbadge I don't think...unless I'm wrong....or else I would have called you."
Having still not looked up from your form McMaster smiles, "I'll be sure to get one, wouldn't want to miss a call from you." Finally looking you face to face, "When we haven' that dinner, darlin'? We've a few things to discuss."
Worthington makes a notation on his padd and marks the change. "I've put the ensign on beta shift sir," he says. He and T'Shaav are removed from the main hustle and bustle of the lounge, discussing security matters at a far flung table and not attracting attention to themselves.
The lounge is averagely filled tonight. People are discussing business or duty at various tables. Padds and glasses are in evidence, and you don't get any glances out of the ordinary as you arrive. The Vulcan at a far table totally ignores your arrival, for example. "Good. I also want increased patrols in the shuttle bays."
Sybil lets out a laugh as she exits with McMaster, arm in arm as she shakes her head. "Look...just give the program a shot. It might be a bit loud but there's VIP rooms in there too. There's always the beach sims too..."
McMaster is happier than a pig in mud coming off the lift with Sybil on his arm, "I'm sure we can find sometin' special to do in one of them there VIP rooms." He looks around the place like he's never been here before. "Not sure why ya took me to a place with a view, won't be able to keep me eyes off you honey." He asks, "Where we sittin'?"
Worthington keeps looking at shift assignments. "Anything else you want changed on these patrols?" he asks.
"No," T'Shaav says. She glances out the transparent window for a moment as if studying the star maps. "As you advance in rank and position, you will find that the job consists more in paperwork. Such as this. Now, any suggestions for next Friday's gamma shift bridge assignments?"
"Because it's nice....." Moving them over to a seat next to said view she grins, sitting down slowly. Leaning back, she sighs a bit as she crosses her legs a bit. "So...what shall we have?" A smirk tugs at her lips a bit. "I may have what you may have...."
McMaster licks his lips, "The only thing I have a hankering for right now is sitting at this here table with me." After nearly drooling, McMaster snaps out of the daze. "But, we have some business to discuss too. Get that out of the way, and we can really get into some fun. You like wine darlin'?"
Worthington nodds to T'Shaav. "I have no suggestions sir for gamma shift," he says.
She shoves her padd across. "There are six names there. I want one at main tactical, one at Tactical B. Look it over and give me your thoughts in 120 seconds," the Vulcan says. Obviously trying to generate some thoughts.
Sybil pushes a stray hair behind her ear then chuckles. "Sure...." She pats the spot next to her then smiles a bit. "Let's chat then...." A beat. "And wine would be great actually...."
McMaster is not about to leave the table, so looks around to see if someone works around here to bring them food and drink. He spies someone he knows, "Joe, come here lad. Fetch us a bottle of your finest, something red would be appropriate." he winks to Chandler, "Reminds me of that last dress you wore, though this one is mighty fine." For the first time since he got here, his gaze strayed from Chandler and he notes a few things. Quietly he says to Chandler, "Quite a few security here, might have to fix that." he winks.
Worthington makes the selections on the padd and slides it back to T'Shaav. "Gamma shift assigned for the bridge sir," he says.
T'Shaav sighs slightly. "Mr. Worthington," she says patiently, "I want you to do more than just mechanically fill out the roster. Now, you chose these two. Tell me why. What was your reasoning. Excuse me one moment, however." She heads to the replicator and refills his water and her own beverage. Then, she retakes her seat.
Sybil watches him with a smile, looking him over for a moment before smirking. "Red, huh....." At that she looks to Joe, winking at him playfully before looking back to him, leaning in. "I wouldn't worry too much about it. Blah blah blah is what they mostly do...." A wave is given to him then. "So...what's all this business before fun?"
McMaster leans in to talk more personally, he makes no qualms about taking a long intake of Sybil's perfume, "You mentioned you had some skills I", he shakes his head, "Pilel and I might find useful. You willing to trade a favour for the use of those skills for something?" Joe comes back with a bottle of red wine and two glasses and places it on the table. McMaster pulls Joe down and whispers something into in his ear then lets him go again, "Now's as good a time as any." Joe looks around, then nods nervously.
Worthington indicates the two officers he picked. "These two have the highest ratings in their simmulator tests of the gamma shift personelle," he says. "I'm putting the one with the higher scores at main tactical, the other at tactical b. I do not know these people well, so I cannot make a value judgement at this time outside of performance," he says.
T'Shaav nods, as if hearing something she wanted. "You cannot know everyone on a deep and personal level in a department the size of ours. It makes sense to look at these two's ratings and evaluate them as best you can. These two have no demerits on their records and your selection is sensible. They will be so assigned." She works on the pad and slides it across. "Now consider the armory selections. A message blinks on the padd, 'expect the targets to attempt to create a distraction soon. She swipes with a pinky, erasing the message and leaving a list of armory personnel. "We need three for armory duty."
"Yes....?" Sybil watches him intently before she smiles a bit. "I mean...what's the favor for this then?" She puts a hand on his arm then, thinking a bit. "What can you....and your friend offer? Seems like it would be a hell of a favor for me to do mine, hm?"
McMaster smiles, "Well you didn't tell me exactly what you'd be willing to do. You hinted you had a checkered past, but, don't we all." He glances over at Joe who is back at the bar. McMaster places his opposite hand on yours, in a reassuring manner.
>Intercom< Ensign Tarly says, "I need security, come quick."
McMaster frowns at the lack of ingenuity in that message.
Worthington methodically reviews the armory candidates and makes a few selections on the padd. He slides the pad back to T'Shaav, subtly tapping it with one finger as it slides across. A new message reads understood, i'll be on the lookout, before vannishing and being replaced by his selections. "I selected these junior officers for armory duty sir," he says. "Similar reasons," he frowns at the intercom message, but let's T'Shaav control the situation.
T'Shaav glances at the computer LCAR display. She sighs. "Another squabble between drunken junior officers." "We'll resume momentarily." She taps the intercom.
"I don't think you were listening that day.....more looking at my dress and pondering the structural integrity of that desk." Sybil sighs a bit, leaning in as she starts to whisper softly into his ear before chuckling a bit. "...as I had said...but....I'd need to know what sort of awesome I'd be getting in return for something like that...." Then she smirks a bit more. "....and get that frown off that face....as cute as it is."
>Intercom< Lieutenant T'Shaav says, "Duty squad 3, report to Junior officer quarters 9 P 03 and deal with the situation."
McMaster sighs, "Hard to get good help these days. Damn kids." He smiles as Chandler needs to get even close to him to whisper. "Well darlin', some of those might sure come in handy. There's a fellow, let's call him Al, he needs a favour. You do the favour for him, and I'll see about getting you what you want." He asks, "Which was what exactly? Besides me, you don't have to trade a damn thing if that's the case." he winks.
Worthington taps at his own pad, the screen displays info on the waste reclamation systems and deck 25 patrols. He taps at it for a moment, causing a message to flash briefly on T'Shaav's pad. The message reads, is chandler wearing her wire? He actually says, "I've been reviewing the recent patrol reports for our squads, starting with waste reclamation. Just doing standard checks for anything anomalus," he says.
T'Shaav reviews the selections for waste reclamation. "Actually, let me suggest," she makes a change, "Crewman Sutar. His duty performance has been inferior of late." She sends back. 'negative. No time for the install tonight.' She clears the message and leaves Sutar's picture and file.
"Look handsome....." Sybil raises her brow a bit as she tilts her head. "....now if I do stuff like that...I want it worth my wild....." A brow would slowly raise a bit more. "....now what does he do that can help me get these toys I had asked for, hm?" A beat. "I mean I'd love to see what you can off but....I'll settle I suppose...."
McMaster asks quietly, "What would you do for say, a one of a kind, Kodan laser pistol?"
Worthington taps out a message to t'shaav, again hiding it behind a duty roster. "I recommend we have security check the armory locker, that's where the only kodan laser pistol we're aware of is currently stored." The message flashes on T'Shaav's screen briefly, before a roster for lambda squad replaces it. "What would you like to see with lambda squad?" he asks.
T'Shaav looks at the pad. "Lamda squad is ably deployed." She says. "I want you to prepare the department's entire duty squad for the next month, however. As you are taking on more duties, you need to learn how. I will advise the deputy chief that she need not concern herself with next month's roster." It's a shit assignment, naturally. But then, Worthington is an eager beaver, so let him do some work. 'Obvious,' is her reply message.
Now Sybil raises her brow, a tilt of her head as she murmurs. "And your friend get me that?" Then she grins a bit. "....this almost seems like a nice little favor circle....that I wish I had thought of. However....I'm only one girl after all."
McMaster shakes his head, "No, but another friend can. It's all friendly cooperation, everyone gets what they want." He smiles and finally takes a sip of the wine.
Worthington swipes over through various duty rosters. He sends no message this time. "I'll get them done sir," he replies to his new assignment orders.
"I assumed naught else," the Vulcan says. She finishes her beverage. "I will have one other item, but it can wait tomorrow's morning briefing."
"And...." Sybil raises her brow as she puts er hand on his knee. "...what will I be looking for or...?" A beat. "...will you tell me later, hm?" At that she watches him, leaning in as she whispers again.
McMaster catches Joe out of the corner of his eye, the young lad signaling him for something. McMaster excuses himself from the table to go speak to Joe then comes back. He leans in close to Chandler, "I hate to do this, but I must cut our evenin' short. I so looked forward to it too." From his new vantage point though, McMaster is getting quite the view. "I'll be in touch, need to work out a few other details." He tips his hat and heads off for the lift.
Joe quickly approaches Chandler, "Sir, you need to be careful of him." He's gone again before she can get a word in.
Worthington nodds to T'Shaav. "I have nothing further in regards to the rosters," he says. "Until tomorrow's briefing?"
T'Shaav nods. "Just so. I'll want the status of the other items you're working on. Meanwhile, I will be speaking to some of the other department heads." Even now, she doesn't dare be more specific, though her head tilts very slightly in Chandler's direction.
Sy blinks as she hears Joe, looking up before then watches him skitter off. Sighing a bit she just stands, wiggling in her skirt slightly before she starts her way out. Looking around, she just sashays out..only glancing to the pair in security for a second before making her way out.