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Those Who Come After
Going Steady

[Current Time]

OOC Time: Wed Jun 20 01:27:29 2007
Earth Time: Apr 30 12:39:17 2376
Star Time: 53327.5 03:46:33

Turbolift [Gibraltar Station]

Circular in shape, this small room is just large enough to hold four, perhaps five average-sized humanoids, if they all got close together. The walls are dark gray paneling with lighter crossbeams on the bottom half, and on the upper half become a series of lighting panels separated by thicker gray crossbeams, arching in toward the domed ceiling above. The floor is carpeted in tan. A panel by the door allows one to access the turbolift's functions.

Bunni Aventino
Winifred Brooks

Aventino steps onto the lift, "Funny meeting you here," she smiles at Fred, "How're things with you? Oh-- no, wait, I'm not talking to you, I'm mad at you," she tells her, though her grin speaks miles otherwise, her whole demeanor letting one know she's hardly serious.

Brooks blinks a few times. "M-mad? Why?" She seems a bit upset herself.

Aventino winks at Brooks, "You left the better part of two midori for me to clear up in the bar, I hardly made it home," her teasing fading a bit as she notices Brooks' state, her face softening, "Hey-- what's wrong, hon?" her voice suddenly incredibly gentle.

Brooks shrugs in reply. "Nothing really. Sorry about that. I mean. I don't like to drink too much. Just sometimes." She heads out of the lift.

(The camera follows the officers out of the turbolift.)

Aft Walkway <Deck 30> [Gibraltar Station]

The Promenade is an airy, open cylinder that stretches for five decks. Around the outside of this cylinder on each deck are walkways that allow for easy foot traffic between the various establishments lining the walls. The outer wall of these walkways are paneled in light gray except where interrupted by doors and openings. Some establishments are open to the Promenade, allowing one to look inside before entering, while some merely have a door with a plaque declaring what is beyond. The inner side is bordered by a low rail. Beyond this rail one can look down at the trees of the garden below or up at the higher levels of the Promenade. The lighting on the Promenade adjusts according to the time--by day it is quite bright, dimming at around 1800 until its darkest point (though still light enough to see clearly) at midnight. From here it slowly brightens until reaching its full, daytime brightness once more at 0600. Vertical alert tracers line the doors and other openings, showing the status of the station.

Bunni Aventino
Winifred Brooks

(The camera dollies along in front of the officers as they walk around the Promenade Walkway.)

Aventino steps on out after Brooks. "Meh, it's my fault, I didn't have to drink them. It's just easy to convince myself otherwise when I've already had..." counts in her head, "Four?" She shrugs, "Someone else was buying, I wasn't counting. Now, what's up? You look like someone ran over your cat."

"Nothing, really, I'm just... trying to figure out what to do with myself. Maybe the holodeck." Fred is, indeed, standing outside the turbolift, peering about as if trying to decide which way to go.

Aventino backs off a bit at the firmness of speech, holding up her hands, "Hey-- okay. I know the feeling. Just need to do something. I was gonna go up to the gym and hang out there for a while, but... if you want company, I'll be glad to provide. Thanks for putting up with that pool game, by the way. I know it's not your thing."

Brooks shrugs again. "No problem. I mean, for a good cause, right?" She sighs. "Maybe we can hit the Lounge?"

Aventino shrugs right back in return, "Or some kind of cause. I still don't know why Starfleet Command wants this so badly," she shrugs. "But I'm sure they've got their reasons. Yeah, sure, that sounds fine. It'll probably be pretty quiet there," she smiles, moving to fall in step with Brooks.

Brooks nods and starts heading around the Promenade toward the Lounge. "Hopefully. The bar's getting kind of tiring... I can only take so much partying, y'know?"

Aventino smiles a little cheekily, "We'll have to build up your stamina," she teases gently.

(As the two walk into the officer's lounge the camera shifts to its interior.)

Officer's Lounge <Deck 30> [Gibraltar Station]

The Officer's Lounge is a quiet, subdued space, perfect for relaxing and socializing. The doors are ribbed mahogany, inlaid with circular windows, each with the Starfleet Delta etched in its center. They are placed to fore and aft of the room, on the port side. Between the doors is a long bar, swirled black marble supporting a white top rimmed with mahogany. The bar curves slightly at either end to enclose the area behind, where twin replicators serve the mundane orders. There is space under the bar for exotic liquors from many parts of the galaxy, and an Antarean ice-crystal sculpture is placed on the wall for decoration. Seven low stools, each made of dark metal with navy blue cushions, sit before the bar for use by the patrons. There is an open space starboard of the bar that extends for a few feet until a step up to a raised platform. Just before the steps are two tables, each a white quarter-wedge with two dark chairs. The room's fore and aft walls widen a bit at the platform to create a large seating area. Four square white tables, each ringed by four dark chairs, are the main seating. Couches built against the fore and aft walls provide more, each with a half-wedge white table before it. Three more small white tables complete the arrangement, each set in front of one of the windows, two dark chairs complementing every one. The central table of these three has a 3-D chess set upon it for use by the lounge's patrons. The windows themselves look out onto the black of space, providing an excellent view of the planet below. The carpeting is a deep blue, the walls paneled in a light gray that almost looks maroon under some lights. Soft mood lighting is provided by panels on the steps, decorative lights at the doors and behind the bar, and by hidden panels in the ceiling.

Katheran Omtala
Bunni Aventino
Winifred Brooks
Rose Ames

(Ames, Solvek, and Omtala sit at a table in the lounge as the two junior officers enter.)

Brooks comes through the door to the lounge, chatting with Aventino in that drawl of hers. "Stamina? It's not the drinking itself that gets to me... I just like to be able to have coherent conversation, oh, most of the time." Pause. "I need breakfast.

Aventino tilts her head in a casual shrug, "I wasn't talking about the drinking. I think you have a decent tolerance -- you were still very coherent after five shots of tequila, so you can't be all that bad. I meant more..." she nods her head, "Yeah, something like that. Ability to maintain social contact for longer periods of time without feeling compelled to withdraw."

Brooks shrugs uncomfortably. "I guess," she replies. "I like time alone," she then explains to Aventino. "It lets me think."

Aventino nods her head, "I dunno, I sometimes have problems concentrating if there's nothing else going on. At least some music, or something," she shrugs, "I guess it takes all sorts," she smiles, then, looking a bit more serious, "Am I bugging you? I mean, I can leave you alone if you need some alone time or the like..."

Brooks shakes her head and smiles a bit to Aventino. "If I wanted to be alone, I'd be in my quarters. Hard to be alone with people around, isn't it?" She goes to the replicator, frowning at it, and then orders breakfast.

Aventino smiles back, "It's true. But there's always that one person sitting in the lounge eating by himself, obviously not wanting any company..." she shrugs. "You never know. So, what are plans for the day?" she asks placidly enough.

"It's another slow day. I'm supposed to be doing something later..." Brooks turns from the replicator, plate of eggs and toast in one hand (ketchup with the eggs, mmm) and glass of sweet tea in the other. She sees the table with the senior officers, frowns a bit. "But I dunno. Anyhow. Where d'you want to sit? You eating?"

Aventino follows Fred's glance toward the other table, "Ah," she replies to that tone around the 'supposed,' "I don't mind, anywhere, really. Did you want to sit with--" not saying Solvek, not saying Solvek, "Katheran and them over there?" she asks, "And no, I had breakfast before I left my quarters," she smiles, "And if I eat anything more than my usual I'm right asleep again until noon. I think hunger keeps me awake somehow. And I'm a little on edge this morning, anyhow. It's going to be my first day as shift leader at Spacedock Control," she grimaces a little, an excited, nervous sort of grimace, "And barfing first day on the job typically gives the wrong first impression."

Solvek inclines his head to the two ladies standing across the way. Turning to Ames and Omtala, he says, "If you will excuse me." Without waiting for an answer, he stands and heads for Brooks and Aventino. Turning to Brooks, he says with a slight smile, "Good morning. It is good to see you."

Brooks returns the smile, if not as brightly as one might expect. "Good morning. How're you feeling?" She looks to the bandages, and then blinks. "Oh. This is Bunni Aventino. Lieutenant J.G. Bunni, Commander Solvek."

Aventino takes her top lip a bit into her mouth, licking at it a bit as Fred's attention is captured by the approaching Solvek, a slightly mischievous look flickering through her eyes before she straightens up again, finding herself being introduced, and her hands fall to her sides from behind her back, "Nice to finally meet you," she says with a warm smile, almost visibly limiting herself to that.

Solvek looks at Brooks a bit quizzically for a moment. "I am well." Then he turns to Aventino, "It is nice to meet you Aventino." He gives another odd look to Brooks. "Are you feeling well, Fred?"

Brooks nods in reply. "Mmm-hmm. I'm fine. How'd you sleep last night?" Pause. "Hey, y'know, why don't we sit down or something..."

Aventino quirks a brow a bit at the question-- well, more at the answer, and quickly thinks up a way to extricate herself, supposing that these two will want to be alone. "Hey, Fred, hate to split, but I'd really better get up to the gym for a bit before I go on shift," she offers, patting Fred on the shoulder and moving away from the pair of them.

"I hope that next time, we will be able to get to know one another better." Solvek watches Aventino leave. Turning to Fred, "My sleep was well if short..." A look of remembrance dawns on his face. It quickly turns to apology. "I am sorry Fred. I... I do not know what happened. I... I must've forgot."

Brooks blinks at Aventino. "Alright... umm... talk to you later. Have fun at the gym." She turns to Solvek. "Oh, well, it's alright." She moves to sit down. Because damn it, she wants to.

"Very well. Again Fred, I am sorry." Solvek follows and takes a seat with Fred.

Brooks turns and waves to Aventino as she leaves, then settles down at the table. "Don't you usually have breakfast with the Captain?"

Aventino leaves through the door toward Starboard Walkway <Deck 30>.
Aventino has left.

"Yes, but as I am here with you I felt I would have breakfast with you and when Gwen wakes and arrives, I will have breakfast with her as well." Solvek says this as if it is perfectly normal.

Brooks nods slowly. "So you'll keep me company and then eat with her. Right." Fred doesn't seem upset or anything--who's she to argue with tradition? She starts piling ketchup on her eggs. "So... what happened? Are you sure you're okay? You've been more and more forgetful since you left Sickbay. Well, not forgetful, really, just... I dunno. Not yourself, sometimes."

"That is one thing I was wishing to speak with you about." Solvek takes a deep breath. "During my regular physical with Doctor Omtala, she noticed a discrepancy in the endocrine levels of my body. She explained to me that the excess was due to the fact that the human hormones being produced by my body were steadily on the rise, causing me to experience similar effects to an adolescent human during the transition known as puberty."

Eggs are not a fun thing to choke on. Especially not eggs with ketchup on them. "W-what? But... but you and... I mean... you've been through pon farr... I assume... and... you're too old..." Fred stammers, staring at Solvek with eyes wide.

"Doctor Omtala was unsure as to why this transition took so long to manifest. My theory is that my Vulcan training was enough to suppress the human pituitary, so that I became a mature Vulcan but not a mature human." Solvek looks to the table for a moment. "I believe that the death of T'Mar triggered a 'leak' in my mental discipline, allowing the human part of my brain the opportunity to develop."

Fred just keeps staring at Solvek, a piece of bread with eggs and ketchup on it poised halfway to her mouth. "So... what exactly does this mean? P... pon farr?" Yeah, that thought scares her at the moment.

"No, although Doctor Omtala said the transition for humans is somewhat similar to Vulcan pon farr, I do not believe the effect within me will be the same. However, I believe I am already experiencing symptoms of this event. Human adolescents tend to have shorter memory spans than their adult counterparts. That would explain my forgetfulness in the past few days." Solvek looks at Fred directly. "Also, there is the possibility of a spike within my sexual drive. However, this will not be as severe or dangerous as pon farr, given that plak tow is not a side effect of this rise. I am not entirely certain as to how or if the physical manifestations of human puberty will occur, but I am certain that I will be able to handle it." He pauses, then adds, "As long as you are with me."

Fred slowly puts down the piece of toast. "Right. So... I can assume you'll start acting, or at least feeling, like a human of... 16 years or so? Extra aggression, forgetfulness, higher sex drive. Right. Umm. Right." She clears her throat. "Well. How long is this supposed to last?"

Solvek forces himself to blink multiple times. "As I am not the foremost authority on Human-Vulcan hybrids, I am uncertain. Doctor Omtala jests that I could live out the rest of my life in this state. I believe this to be quite false. Most likely, it will either last a period of months or it will last as long as a normal human puberty cycle would last."

Brooks blinks as well. "Solvek... human puberty can last until the human is around 25 or so. Well, in all of the permutations... height gain, fertility, and so on. That's well over a decade." She coughs. "Well. We'll... ahh... just have to see how it goes. And what it entails. And... everything." She tilts her head a bit. "As long as we're back in high school... what is... this? I mean, what do we call it? You know, this... us... thing." She gestures over the table between them with her toast before taking a bite.

Solvek quirks an eyebrow at the 'high school' comment. "I am not entirely certain as to your reference. However, our relationship is best described in human terms as 'mutually exclusive.'"

"So we're going steady, then? When do I get your pin?" Fred says this deadpan, but there's a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Secondary school," she explains after another bite of toast. "Wherein adolescent humans spend more time pairing up and exploring each other's bodies than they do learning. At any rate... there aren't any good terms. 'Boyfriend' just sounds... so... demeaning. Are you that? Really? I mean, I guess, I just wonder how... serious this all is."

Solvek furrows his brow. "I do not believe Starfleet policies allow for the exchange of each other's compin. As for the... exploration... you speak of, we will have to allow this to progress as it will, with minimal difficulty. Furthermore, your assumption is correct, I can effectively be called your 'boy-friend.'"

Brooks blinks at Solvek and then laughs, reaching across the table to put a hand on his. "Solvek, dear, I was joking about the high school part, and the pin. I mean. Not that I don't want to..." She sighs. "Damn, it does feel like I'm back in high school. Look... I know all about being an adolescent human. I was one for many years. So I have some idea of what to expect. Still, I mean... is that the term you want to use? Isn't there anything better? Vulcans must have a better term."

"For the most part, we refer to the individual we choose to partner with as our mate. There are no 'slang' terms for a life partner." Solvek sits and ponders for a moment.

Brooks sighs and nods. "Boyfriend it is, then. For now. Or partner. Or... that guy I spend a lot of time with." She smiles a moment and then her eyes drop to the table. "I really want to kiss you right now," she mutters, "but we're in the lounge and all."

"Do what you wish to do. I told you not to refrain from expressing your affection in public; I merely said that I may not join you in this expression. I am still unused to the matter." Solvek gives Fred's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Well, yes, but, I want to kiss you a lot." Fred sighs. "That's too fast, isn't it?" She leans across the table to kiss Solvek on the lips before he answers... lightly, and briefly.

Solvek returns the kiss just as lightly. "I believe what you wish is a bit too fast for my preference. Let us allow this transition to progress as it will. If it leads to certain actions, we may allow them to happen, depending on the circumstances."

Brooks shakes her head. "You think too much." She tilts her head a bit. "D'you... I mean... you do at least want to, right? You're just holding back for my sake, and to be sure things go smoothly. Right?"

Solvek nods slightly. "I will agree that my imagination is attempting to run wild. I do wish to hold it back at this moment." He looks around. "Do you wish to go for a walk in the garden with me?"

Brooks smiles, squeezing Solvek's hand. "Sure."

Solvek stands. "Let us go then." He leads Brooks out.

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