USS Excalibur Sim Log - 09.29.19

[Cdr Miranda Hawthorne 0]

MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur has finally returned from Sarras under tow. An evaluation is being completed by Starfleet as to the future of the Excalibur-C. The crew has been given leave aboard the starbase, though several crew are considering their next moves already. TBS is about a week and half.

 

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William Chocox: ::is wondering the promenade again::

Cptn Swain: ::Asher sat quietly, and alone, on the promenade drinking tea, watching worker bees circle the Excalibur in one of the float dry dock units::

Maryse Dubois: ::Sitting in her quarters, reading a recent evaluation on Irene.::

Rhan K'hal: :: in the tiny tea/coffee/[misc. beverage served from plant parts]-house, sipping on some Rigellian concoction brewed from the bark of some swamp tree ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene is on one of the starbase's many holodecks, working out her frustrations by beating up holo-Klingons with heavy-looking metal gauntlets. She'd had yet another counseling session earlier and definitely needed this, from her attitude there. ::

Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Takes a deep breath before approaching Swain::

Hakran K'hal: :: lost in thought, eyes looking off into mental deep space, Hak slowly weaves his way around people on the promenade, managing not to run into anyone by feline-autopilot ::

Cptn Swain: Augustin> Captain, I hope I am not interrupting.

Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: No, not at all. Have a seat.

Rhan K'hal: :: finishes his drink, recycles it in the replicator, and then walks out of the little cozy nook while stretching himself out simultaneously ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Talking with the medical staff on the station ::

Maryse Dubois: ::Puts the report down and decides to go for a walk.::

Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::settles in:: I wanted to tell you personally.

Cptn Swain: ::Takes a drink of tea::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda really didn't know what to do with herself. She didn't have a ship to worry about -- that was Starfleet's problem now. Even the repairs were being seen to by the station personnel. It was irritating to have someone else in charge of *her* ship.::

William Chocox: ::wanders over to a small knick knack seller and peruses the wares::

Cptn Swain: Augustin> I've decided to take another posting. I've been offered a position at the academy, and I just...

Cptn Swain: ::Asher nodded:: I understand. Well good luck.

Rhan K'hal: :: sees his blank-eyed brother off in the distance, sighs - there was nothing more he could do to help Hak make a decision ::

Irene Mincine: :: After a tough battle, Irene looked exhausted. :: "Computer, pause program." :: Covered in sweat, she removed her gauntlets and tossed them on the ground. :: "Hoo. OK." :: The gauntlets disappeared and Irene leaned against a rock wall. ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::On the upper level of the promenade, she leaned on the railing, watching the ships outside of the station. Her perpetual frown was in place and only deepened when she caught sight of Excalibur.::

Maryse Dubois: ::Makes it to the promenade, she begins wandering.::

Cptn Swain: Augustin> Well, I'll leave you alone, sir. I just wanted to say that it's been an honor to serve under you.

Rhan K'hal: :: find an empty spot of bulkhead and leans against it, people-watching ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Walks out of their sickbay ::

Irene Mincine: :: Irene decides she's had enough for now and calls up an exit, leaving the holodeck. She heads down a corridor full of other holodecks, her long black hair down and wild for once, on her way to the promenade's lower level. ::

Hakran K'hal: :: continues his zombie march while he tries to force himself to make a decision, already ::

William Chocox: ::leaves the small kiosk and continues walking::

Cptn Swain: ::Sighs again::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Pushing off the railing, she paused at the nearby shop to order something to drink, selecting a low caffeine option. She really didn't need any additional nervous energy right now.::

Cptn Swain: ::He saw Miranda and decided to go say hello. They had barely talked in the two and half weeks since they'd returned and he felt isolated in a way he hadn't considered.::

Maryse Dubois: ::Seemed like the promenade was full of Excalibur crew, which was to be expected. She walked over to a viewport to gaze outside for a minute.::

Hakran K'hal: :: finally his eyes de-glaze, and he finds a nearby seat and falls into it, bent forward with his head between his knees ::

William Chocox: ::sees Dr. Dubois and decides to look out the same viewport:: Hello Doctor.

Indaura Ryssan: :: sees K'hal :: Hakran, is that you?

Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles as she looks over.:: Mr. Chocox. Enjoying your leave?

Irene Mincine: "You look like absolute hell, sir," :: Said Irene as she approached Hak and took a seat next to him.

Cptn Swain: ::He made his way over to Miranda::

Hakran K'hal: :: looks up, his eyes focusing in that predatory way as he gets greeting in stereo ::

William Chocox: I haven't been able to fix anything really, but otherwise it's been good. What about you?

Cptn Swain: Miranda.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Catching sight of Swain as she turned about with her drink, she nodded and went back to lean against the rail again.:: Captain. How's your husband? I don't see any bruises.

Hakran K'hal: :: his voice rough :: Yes, it is, Doctor. :: wrinkles his nose at sweaty Irene :: Can't say you smell much better.

Cptn Swain: Arden's on assignment. ::He said with a sort of sigh::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Were you able to see him before he left? Or was he gone when we got here?

Indaura Ryssan: :: Standing in front of K'hal and Irene ::

Irene Mincine: "Sorry about that. I was on my way to the gym showers." :: She looked a little embarrassed, forgetting about K'hal's acute sense of smell... :: "I could bother Dr. Dubois instead, but I don't think she'd appreciate it as much as you." :: Gesturing to her and Chocox by a viewport. She motions for Indaura to take a seat, too.

Maryse Dubois: About the same. Plenty of time to relax at the moment.

Cptn Swain: Gone. ::he bit his lip again:: He's been assigned as XO on a science ship conducting a survey of one of the planets we... you and... that we visited during my uh... when you all rescued me.

William Chocox: I get antsy sometimes if I have too much time to relax. That might be an issue.

Hakran K'hal: She's probably had her fill of you anyway. At least Dr. Ryssan got the patient multipack.

Cptn Swain: He left me a message. ::He smiled, somehow:: I think its the first time he's the one leaving a dear john letter.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So it all comes full circle. ::She snorted and took a drink.:: Last I heard, Excalibur is in bad shape. If they decide to repair her, she's going to be down for a long time. Have they told you any different?

Hakran K'hal: :: an ever so small amount of amusement working into his otherwise rough voice, sounding like he hasn't talked to anyone in days - which he hasn't ::

Indaura Ryssan: :: Sits :: I feel I am still new here. Not understanding my place on the ship nor the places of everyone else.

Cptn Swain: I met with the Admiral this morning.

Maryse Dubois: You could always play in the holodeck and break some stuff.

Indaura Ryssan: We could suppress your smell sense if you need.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene frowned lightly. :: "Yeah. I've had my fill of doctors this week, too." :: Looking to Indaura. :: "Present company excepted. I know my place: doing science and breaking things."

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And? Did they have any answers?

Hakran K'hal: :: grunts :: A lot of forceful personalities to deal with. You just have to see an opening and slip into it. Or ask my brother, he'll drag you in, whether there's a hole or not.

William Chocox: ::shrugs:: That never really was my thing. I usually break stuff on the ship.

Cptn Swain: She promised me I would know first, but the initial review wasn't positive.

Maryse Dubois: Oh I'm sure there is a program you would enjoy.

Hakran K'hal: And I'll pass on suppression. I'm already getting used to it. :: small lift at the corners of his mouth :: Thank any applicable deity.

Indaura Ryssan: Don't worry, doctors make the worst patients.

William Chocox: Maybe. Depends on how much longer we're here.

Irene Mincine: "Klingons can give them a run for their latinum in that department." :: She said with a grin. ::

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I thought not. ::She sighed.:: You spoke once of making a change. Any thoughts on that now?

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Depending on what they want to do with her, I imagine.

Hakran K'hal: :: looks out at the ships, including the Excalibur :: Have you ever wondered "what the hell am I doing in Starfleet?"

William Chocox: I didn't spend multiple multi-day stints keeping her together with spit, wire, engineering tape, and prayers to any god that was listening for them to decommission her. Oh, and thank you for the finger repair by the way. ::waggles the fingers on his left hand::

Indaura Ryssan: They don't have the same appreciation for healers.

Cptn Swain: I don't know. I asked about a new Excalibur, she said she'd do what she could.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene shakes her head. :: "This is what I've always wanted to do. My mother's the one who is asking 'what the hell is she doing in Starfleet?' And, uh, yeah. Klingon medicine is medieval compared to a Federation sickbay."

Cptn Swain: With Arden out on assignment for at least another six months. I don't know. I guess I could take a new assignment, something short term till his mission is done and we could decide whats next together.

Indaura Ryssan: I more wonder: "Why here, why on the Excalibur?" As much as my services are required on Denobula, I wanted to experience more than what the homeworld offered.

Indaura Ryssan: I don't meet people like you two on Denobula.

Cptn Swain: You?

Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: No problem.

Irene Mincine: "And I wouldn't meet people like you two on Proxima."

Indaura Ryssan: A doctor is often a support role, so we are needed everywhere.

William Chocox: Rumor has it we're losing some personnel. Have you thought about what your next move is?

Hakran K'hal: :: chuckle :: Growing in up San Francisco, meeting interesting people wasn't the problem. It was that they were always so transitory.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I don't know. I want to see what they're going to do with her before I make any hard decisions. ::She swirled her drink in her cup.:: I've put out a few feelers.

Hakran K'hal: Not that I can say I cared much. All I wanted was to be out there ::wave at the window:: doing cutting edge science.

Maryse Dubois: :;Shrugs.:: I go where they need me. If I'm needed on any form of an Excalibur, then I suppose that's where I'll be.

Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: I didn't expect the science to cut back.

Cptn Swain: ::He nodded:: I can understand that.

Irene Mincine: "Me too." :: She sighed. :: "Starfleet Medical could recommend that I be taken off starship duty for my... recent behavior." :: She said bluntly. :: "I don't know what I'd do if that happened."

Indaura Ryssan: Frontier science, like frontier medicine

Indaura Ryssan: I'll do everything I can to keep you where you are at.

William Chocox: That's good. You're probably the best doctor I've had.

Hakran K'hal: :: delivered as dry as a Vulcan desert :: Let her take a shower before you glue her down, Doc.

Maryse Dubois: :;Smirks.:: It's what I do.

William Chocox: I'm trying to imagine them posting me on a Starbase or something. ::shudders::

Maryse Dubois: There's no fun in that.

Indaura Ryssan: In fact, I will prescribe a shower with water and not sonic.

Irene Mincine: "Thanks. I know Commander Hawthorne doesn't want me to go, but it's up to her more than anyone else, I think." :: She gestures to Maryse. :: "A hot shower sounds great right about now, too."

William Chocox: No, not at all. I might have to like, "make friends" or "go on dates".

Indaura Ryssan: The holodecks on the station can provide any water-based shower you need... a massage if you need it as well.

Indaura Ryssan: This ship is hard for me as well. My people live very close together and being in quarters of my own is rather...isolating.

Cptn Swain: << 2 minute warning >>

Irene Mincine: "Want to trade? Ensigns like me get bunk rooms. Though now that I've got a year under my belt, I might get a higher-priority room assignment... if as much of the crew gets reassigned as the rumor mill says." :: She said the last bit stoically. ::

Indaura Ryssan: We'll see if a larger place can be considered.

Hakran K'hal: Don't believe too much from the rumor mill. And... assuming we're still all together, ask Rhan about the quarters. He could set up a bed for you in the mess hall if you wanted it.

Maryse Dubois: ::Gives a playful shudder.:: Sounds awful.

William Chocox: I've never been too much of a people person outside of work.

Maryse Dubois: That's understandable.

Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So I guess we're just all in limbo right now. I should be happy for the rest, but truthfully, I'm just annoyed.

Cptn Swain: I feel much the same.

Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugs. :: "I'm fine wherever I am. Give me a cot in the hallway outside the plasma injectors and I'll sleep fine. And I'm sure it's just rumors. We'll be together."

William Chocox: I almost expected a lecture on healthy work/life balance.

Cptn Swain: ...and...

Indaura Ryssan: We all need a space for interspection.

Hakran K'hal: Should I quote you on that the next time I see Rhan, Irene?

Irene Mincine: "Don't you dare."

Maryse Dubois: I've already had two stubborn patients that I had to lecture. I'm on vacation now. :;Grins.::

 

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