Good progress, better drinks (open)

[Commander Arthur Ashbury]

Arthur Ashbury was relaxed and in control. After the chaos ensuing from attempts by a mysterious enemy to prevent the Rathren from joining the Federation, the Commander of Delta One had had a lot to celebrate. Admiral Janeway would be proud, and Art was proud of himself and his pioneering station crew. He was looking forward to new adventures, though first he had to take a load off.

Which he had done by sailing. Celeste hadn't been such a bad sailor after all, but he preferred to go solo today, lovely as Celeste was. It made him feel even faster: he had adjusted the wind to speeds of up to 5 Beaufort for some real challenge. Yes, he had enjoyed himself by exertion.

Now he was sitting in the Portal Inn sipping one of Cadfael's excellent ales. Yes, life on Delta One was good.

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[Lt. JG Jacklyn Cummings]

The chaos was over! Nothing could have made Jacklyn feel more relaxed. She had been extremely nervous through the whole ordeal, and had internally began starting to doubt her abilities. It was likely the fact that she hadn't felt ready to be in command at the time. Due to her rank she actually was not a senior officer, but having to fill in as one was quite terrifying.

Thank God the chief was not sick anymore. Or at least not as sick. Jacklyn had decided to talk with her roommate about everything, as well as take a little stroll, with a book of flute solos in hand. She and her roommate were trying to agree on a piece. While on her stroll she was about to pass the Portal Inn, again. Jacklyn had yet to go inside that place.

She had heard good things about its food, drink, and keeper. After a few moments of thought she decided to go inside. The atmosphere was better than she had expected. It was definitely crowded. She did feel a tad awkward bring a book inside, but what was done was done.

She got a drink of cream soda, and looked for an open place to sit.

Tag: Art/Any

[Commander Arthur Ashbury]

Arthur was sitting over at the bar, with an empty stool beside him. As approachable as he always tried to be, some people were awed and perhaps a little surprised to see their Commanding Officer walking into bars and having a good time (as if he wasn't allowed to!). Looking around the bar for a minute, taking in the atmosphere, he suddenly saw Lieutenant Cummings approaching.

He hadn't seen her in Cadfael's before, but the Engineer who had shown such promise taking care of stuff aboard D1 while the Chief was ill had suddenly appeared holding what appeared to be a cream soda in one of Cadfael's old-fashioned glasses. Truth be told, he wouldn't mind her company: she had been fast on her way towards becoming one of his favourite officers. He raised his pint of ale in salute and looked her way with one of his trademark smiles. "Jacklyn!" he invited her over. "Come in! There's some free space over there."

Tag: Jacklyn/Any

[Lt. JG Jacklyn Cummings]

"Jacklyn!"

Jacklyn's head jerked in the direction from where she heard her voice being called. It was a familiar voice. One that she remembered from a briefing. It was Commander Ashbury. Jacklyn smiled a slightly shy smile in his direction. Senior staff always made her nervous.

"Come in! There's some free space over there."

Jacklyn moved through the crowd slowly to his direction. "Commander." Jacklyn acknowledged respectfully. Just as the young engineer was about to sit down someone bumped her from behind causing her to spill her drink not only on herself but also on Commander Ashbury. Jacklyn's eyes went as wide as saucers. "Oh! I'm...I'm so sorry...oh no." Jacklyn's face swiftly turned a shade of red. "I didn't mean..."

Tag: Art

[Gideon Jethro Woods]

Jethro had been sitting in his usual seat at the bar when he saw the junior officer and the commander speaking, then he watched in silent amusement as she planted her drink in his lap. He was only slightly amused because it was the sort of thing one never sees anymore, other than that he hoped the commander retained a sense of humor about these things and that the younger officer would not be treated harshly.

It had been a long detail so far, with much going on and things happening all over at once. He was still getting his station legs back when everything seemed to have gone wrong but o they were running a smooth ship, so to speak, and his full team had arrived to assist him with investigations. Now that they were better established he hoped everything would continue smoothly, but only time could tell for sure.

[Krysta O' Conner]

Hand shaking her hair, Krysta turned a corner to go to the Portal Inn. Krysta had actually become fond of that place; not just because of the atmosphere, but Mister Woods could usually be found there when not in his office or doing some investigative duty. The young seamstress had taken a liking to Woods when they first met. In some some ways here and there he occasionally reminded the young woman of her father. Perhaps that was one reason that she liked him.

Krysta had just entered the pub as Jacklyn Cummings spilled her drink on herself and Commander Ashbury. Krysta's hand went from trying to get the glitter out of her hair to covering her big smile and stifling her little laugh. Poor Jacklyn. Krysta thought. She knew the engineer through her brother who was an officer on the station. Nothing could be done about it now.

Spotting Jethro, Krysta walked up to and sat down next to him. "I spy with my little eye..." Kyrsta said casually, now turning to face him. "How ya been?"

Tag: Woods/Any

[Commander Arthur Ashbury]

"Whoa!" Arthur exclaimed, rather startled, jumping at the drink suddenly spilled. He looked into her eyes, which was not difficult given how they were as wide as saucers, and felt a need to smile reassuringly as he straightened his uniform. "No, please, it's no trouble," he said. "You can't help it either." He helped her up and took some cloth from the bar. "Allow me," he said, wiping the spilled drink off Jacklyn's uniform a bit.

"So, let's replace that drink, shall we?" He asked. "Cadfael!" he exclaimed, addressing his friend the bartender. "A new drink for Jacklyn here on my tab."

Tag: Jacklyn/Cadfael/Any

[Lt. JG Jacklyn Cummings]

"No, please, it's no trouble,"

That was not the kind of response Jacklyn had been expecting. No. The young woman expected some harsh words, or perhaps annoyed. Even for Commander Ashbury to groan, stand, and leave to go change. Needless to say that he had taken her quite by surprise!

As Commander Ashbury began to attempt to dry her off with a towel, Jacklyn's facial expression was one that showed utmost confusion. She was quite perplexed by his sweet natured, and understanding take to all of this. Although him drying her off made her feel uncomfortable, and it did show through. "Um, thank you commander." Jacklyn looked to the floor.

"I'm really very sorry." She apologized sincerely, although the entire thing was not all her fault.

"So, let's replace that drink, shall we?"
"Cadfael!" "A new drink for Jacklyn here on my tab."

Jacklyn looked at whom she suspected to be Cadfael then back to Commander Ashbury. On his tab? She had heard through the womans' communication network aka girl talk; one of the fastest means of communication, that Commander Ashbury came here often, but she hadn't guessed it was that often. "Please, no. I don't want to be a bother," Jacklyn looked at hers and Ashbury's uniforms again.

"although…" it appeared to her that she had already had been, even if no fuss had been made.

"Well, alright." Jacklyn placed the book of flute solos on the bar table. "At least this didn't suffer any damage." Jacklyn said on the quiet side, mostly to herself. Her roommate would have made a huge deal if the book had gotten wet. Try and make some conversation. Don't sit there like a bump on a log!

"So," Jacklyn racked her brain. "if you don't mind my asking sir, what do you like to do for recreation?" At the moment that was the best thing Jacklyn could come up with.

Tag: Art/Cadfael/Anyone!

[Lt. JG Jacklyn Cummings]

While waiting for Commander Ashbury or Cadfael to speak, Jacklyn couldn't help looking around the room. It appeared somewhat old fashioned; not that she was an expert on old Earth eras or decor. She could however tell you about Andorian history and decor.

The woman her father re-married (when he felt it time) was an Andorian female. Also, being raised some on their planet and going to school...well. What else could one expect? Although everyone was sort of surprised when Jacklyn had accepted the marriage proposal of a Betazoid male, who was an Ex-drone. It had been unexpected, to say the least. Although, not a soul on Delta One knows about her engagement.

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[Gideon Jethro Woods]

"I spy with my little eye..."

He knew that voice. It belonged to one of the young civilians on the station, one he had engaged in several in depth conversations over the last few weeks and had come to grow found of. They had met when he had been ordered, though he thought of it as more of a suggestion, to meet the people on the station and get to know everyone. She had been the first person he had run into and had enjoyed spending time with her. She reminded him of hat he had hoped his daughter would have grown up to be like and the thought made him smile, not that he'd ever let anyone see him actually smile though.

"How ya been?"

He turned to look at her, then offered her the seat next to him.

"I've been well enough I suppose, still not used to being back on a station but I think I've finally begun to settle in."

He waved to the current bartender, motioning for a refill and for him to take Krysta's order as well.

"How's the sewing business treating you these days?"

She was one of the few people who's day he could ask about and truly care to heat the response. Many times people ask ho it's going or how was your day and not really care about, or hear, the actual answer. Krysta as one person that hen he asked these questions, he also listened intently to her answers.



TAG: Krysta (sorry it took so long)

[Krysta O' Conner]

"You suppose?" Krysta said with a slight grin, arching an eyebrow. "I thought Intel officers were suppose to know everything." She stated, placing both hands on the table and ordering a sasperella. Of course Krysta was just lightly poking at Woods; having a little bit of fun. Some might not believe it but the officer was not as stiff, hard, or serious as his first appearence could lead people to believe.

Getting to Know Lieutenant Comander Woods was somewhat similar to getting to know a Klingon! You had to go and get past the exterior! Break down those walls! It was always worth doing.

"How's the sewing business treating you these days?"

Krysta paused a moment to think of an answer. "Sparkly." The young woman replied, pointing to her hair and shirt. It was covered in a few different colors of glitter: purple, silver, and a green that matched her eyes. "Very difficult to get off, even in this century."

Krysta lightly shrugged one shoulder as she now picked up her drink that was just placed in front of her. "Oh." Krysta laughed lightly. "that remids me, a Ferengi came in the shop a few days ago wanting to oddly buy different burial suits. He wouldn't tell me why, but in return he offered a box of assorted stones that would make great cufflinks. I told him no deal."

"Is it true that Starfleet warns cadets about the Ferengi?" This was half poking fun, and a half serious question. Everyone knew the famous story about how Tom Paris and Harry Kim first met! The whole crew and it's stories were ledgendary!

Tag: Woods/Any
OOC: My turn for sorry. Don't meant to keep any people waiting, but it's been harder to make responces since I had to put Tiger down.)

[Gideon Jethro Woods]

"You suppose?"
"I thought Intel officers were suppose to know everything."

How did he know that was coming...

"Of course we know everything, that doesn't mean we let anyone else know that we know everything. Makes them think we know less then them and that makes them slip up and confirm a suspicion that leads to their downfall. But you don't really need to know any of that."

"Sparkly."

He had noticed a slightly sparkling affect to her clothes.

"Very difficult to get off, even in this century."

"I'm sure someone somewhere has a solution to your problem, I also doubt you are interested in any new fangled solutions. "

"Oh."
"that remids me, a Ferengi came in the shop a few days ago wanting to oddly buy different burial suits. He wouldn't tell me why, but in return he offered a box of assorted stones that would make great cufflinks. I told him no deal."

Ferengi were never to be trusted, the gems had probably been stolen, he'd have to remember to look into that later. Off the books of course.

"Is it true that Starfleet warns cadets about the Ferengi?"

"I think that if they don't they should start. Ferengi are usually never to be trusted, there are a few rare occasions that they are being up front and honest, but it's so hard to tell that you should always conclude to be on guard when dealing with them. The stones were probably stolen... Would you mind showing me the suits he inquired about?"

Jethro's curiosity had been peaked, but he wasn't doing anything official just yet.



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[Krysta O' Conner]

"Of course we know everything, that doesn't mean we let anyone else know that we know everything. Makes them think we know less then them and that makes them slip up and confirm a suspicion that leads to their downfall. But you don't really need to know any of that."

Krysta placed her forehead in the palm of one hand, lightly shaking her head. "And here I thought I'd never get a headache again." She then looked up at Woods smiling. "That wasn't a question question. It was just a...question." Some female reasoning. Yup. That ought to do it! "Ya know, I think the last time my head actually hurt was when I babysat for my cousin."

A slight nod of the head: "You're right about that. I'm not interested in any new fangled solutions."

"Never give people the BOTD do ya?" Krysta said as she stood from the seat. "Don't mind showing you at all. Follow me."

Tag: Jethro