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JP PNPC Dr Wilbur Devonshire & Ensign Anora Manar - Cashing in a Raincheck

2009-10-22 01:05:00


OOC: The "Captain" and I have been working on this little backsim for the last few days. Hope you all enjoy it. (( USS Resolution: Corridor, Deck 2 )) ::Having just finished her shift running diagnostics down in Engineering and then later up on the Bridge, Anora managed to get off a few minutes early. The Resolution was finally underway, heading to Deep Space 4 once more so there wasn't much for her to do. She'd gotten really lucky and managed to get dismissed from the last quarter hour of her shift, using the time to make herself presentable out of uniform. The young Bajoran had found a gorgeous satin dress hidden away in the replicator's database. Tailoring it to her dimensions, the cerulean blue gown hung just right as she walked purposefully towards the ship's lounge. She had to resist cracking a blush and a smile as she rounded the corner and saw the good doctor was already waiting for her patiently.:: ::Typically nervous, Wilbur waited for Anora to appear, and when she did he was in no way disappointed. The satin gown was lovely but her looks made it pale in his eyes. He gulped.:: Devonshire: ::watching her approach:: oO Damn, she's beautiful. Wonder what she sees in me? oO ::As she walked up he smiled, thinking he would be the envy of every man in the lounge when he walked in with her on his arm.:: Devonshire: Good evening, Anora. You really look pretty. Ready to eat? oO Damn, that was lame compared to what I should have said. Oo Anora: ::unable to resist smiling any longer:: Are those my doctor's orders? I don't think I've had anything to eat since early this morning. Devonshire: In that case. ::holding his arm out to her:: Shall we? Anora: Lead on. ::Anora followed Devonshire into the lounge, following him to a seat near the sweeping windows that looked out onto the star-streaked sky. Intellectually, she knew that what she was seeing weren't stars flying by but actually the streaks of light formed by the small particles that were pushed away by the deflector shields. Still the effect was beautiful to look at, like a hundred shooting stars passing the ship while it speed away at warp speeds to its next destination. Her musings were interrupted seconds later by a bartender arriving to take their orders.:: Bartender: Ensign, Doctor ::nodding at each in turn:: What can I get you two tonight? Anora: I'll have a Shooting Star on the rocks to start, please. Devonshire: Sounds nice. Make that two. Bartender: Here's tonight's specials, take your time to look through them. I'll be right back with your drinks. ::Handing each a PADD on which the lounge's specials were displayed, the bartender disappeared silently to go fill their drink orders. Anora skimmed them quickly, surprised when she noticed a few Bajoran delicacies seemed to be listed on the regular menu. Unsure of what to order, she put down the PADD and looked at her companion.:: Anora: Any recommendations? ::Suddenly he got all tongue tied, thinking only of what he had with mustard on it, but not wanting to get that:: Devonshire: Um.ah, um.... Surf and Turf? Anora: Hm, I was going to go for something freshly prepared. I've not nothing against the replicated stuff, but from time to time it's nice to indulge in something a little more conventionally prepared. ::Suddenly he got all tongue tied, thinking only of what he had with mustard on it, but not wanting to get that:: Devonshire: Um.ah, um.... Surf and Turf? ::Picking back up the PADD, she flipped to the fresh food menu and read through it again. Still nothing seemed to jump out at her, not even the native delicacies. On a whim, she randomly selected a dish just as the bartender returned with their drinks. He deposited a long-fluted glass, with its signature orange and blue swirling liquid, before Anora. :: Bartender: All ready to order? Anora: Yes. It looks like I'll be having the ::looking back at the entry she'd randomly chosen on the PADD:: Klingon gash on a bed of gladst leaves. ::She had to stifle an invioluntary gag reflex as she thought of what she'd just ordered, but through sheer force of will managed to steel herself against it. She was determined to follow through with her choice, despite the lack of appeal with having to eat live food.:: Anora: oO Well at least I'll be sure it's fresh. Oo ::The bartender jotted down her order, taking the PADD from her and trying not to react visibly to her choice of meal. Simply smiling, he turned to Devonshire.:: Bartender: And for you, Doctor? Devonshire: :: looking at Anora for approval:: A T-bone steak, medium rare.? um.. Baked potato ? ::more confident:: Fresh Salad with house dressing. Bartender: ::leaving:: Good choice, Doc. ::It was okay to get the bartender's approval, but still Wilbur wondered about Anora's, but it was done now.:: Devonshire: So.. ::clearing his throat:: How was work? Anora: Fairly dull actually. Running diagnostics isn't my favorite thing to do, especially not for an entire shift. Sure, we found a slight phase variance in one of the warp coils but it was nothing serious. It's not even something we can fix without a drydock or starbase unless we can somehow find a way to neutron purge it while on the fly. Either way, it won't cause much of an issue, the warp field symmetry generators have already been reprogrammed to compensate for it. Other than that, there wasn't anything for me to do but make a list of systems that are way overdue for their routine physical inspections. If it hadn't been for the spur of the moment security drill and your visit, I might of fallen asleep on the job. Then I got to go sit up on the bridge and look pretty at the Engineering station while we set a course for Deep Space 4. And guess what I did there? ::While she explained, he became fascinated with the way her mouth formed words, and before she was finished he had his elbow on the table, leaning his chin on his palm, and staring at her lips.:: Anora: ::teasingly:: Are you even listening? Devonshire: ::shaking his head, coming out of the trance::: Um... nothing. Heard every word of it. Anora: ::laughing:: Judging by that answer you were absorbing it all without a clue what any of it meant too. How was your shift? Devonshire: Dull as usua... I mean we didn't have any interesting illnesses or surgeries. Anora: Much more interesting than mine. I always preferred the hands-on jobs over sitting watching a computer spit out information. Devonshire: Yeah me too. Anora: I actually served as a nurse back on Bajor. Since we had a peace treaty with the Dominion, we had a lot of refugees fleeing to the planet. Ironic considering a decade earlier, every Bajoran who could was fleeing away from the Cardassian Occupation. We had to set up hundreds of refugee camps and medical care facilities worldwide, so I joined the staff at refugee center in the capital city and became a nurse. Devonshire: oO Wish she was my Nurse. Oo So why did you become an engineer if you had nurse's training? Anora: Well, after the War and the refugee crisis ended, I joined the Militia as a technician. I was assigned to the rebuilding effort on Cardassia Prime of all places. It was the last place in the galaxy I wanted to go, the last people I wanted to help. My mother convinced me that it was the right thing to do, the path the Prophets had laid before me. My primary task was working on rebuilding their planetary computer network. After three years of work, we managed to get it back to a fairly decent state but nowhere near what you'd expect to find on the homeworld of one of the Quadrant's major powers. ::The words seemed to catch in her throat as she spoke, remembering the devastation and destruction she'd witnessed. She sipped her drink slowly to cover the pause in her story and calm herself enough to carry on.:: Devonshire: oO She seems upset. Wonder what I did? Oo Then what did you do? Anora: I returned to Bajor and took a leave of absence from the Militia. I signed up to help the excavation teams at B'hala and get back to my roots. I needed to find some kind of reason behind everything I'd seen. I know many Bajorans think the Cardassians got what they deserved, but having been there I couldn't help but feel sympathy. They may have pillaged and raped Bajor, but the Jem'hadar utterly destroyed and laid waste to their world. Ashes covered the ground, filled the air, polluted the water. Death and destruction were everywhere. I just couldn't understand why the Prophets had protected Bajor so well and left so many other worlds to suffer at the hands of the Dominion. It just didn't make sense to me. So I dug and cataloged broken fragments of ancient pottery and every other manner of obscure artifact. Two years of mindless work later, I found it. ::She had to pause again, her words beginning to get ahead of her in the heat and intensity of the conversation. Anora breathed deeply, trying to slow down the pace that her heart rate was setting and return to a more casual conversational tone of voice.:: Devonshire: Why was it so hard to find? Anora: The reason I'd been at the excavation to begin with. It was a scorching afternoon, at the end of one of the most boring weeks yet. I think I'd cataloged about seven hundred different utensils we found in the temple's dinning hall. I was chipping away at the southern wall of the hall, where we assumed the kitchen was. Slowly but surely, I peeled back layer after layer of rock and dirt until I saw a little glint of metal. Assuming it'd be another fork or spoon, or maybe one of the rarer knives, I didn't really get excited and simply continued to pry away at the built-up debris of millenia that had entombed it into the earth. And then, I realized it wasn't anything they'd used to eat with. It was a scroll case unlike any we'd found so far. It took me another three hours to actually get it freed. I opened it up and quickly ran for the nearest translation terminal to run the text through it. Devonshire: What was it? Anora: It was a prophetic accounting of the Cardassian Occupation and the Dominion War, written over 20 thousand years ago. It was abstract sure, but it had references to gray-skinned warriors, shape-shifting gods and even the Federation. The last part is what triggered my pagh'tem'far, or that's what my mother thinks it was. I suddenly realized that my place was with the Federation, helping them in their time of need like they helped so many others. I applied to Starfleet the very next day, and now here I am. All because of some crumbling old piece of parchment buried in the ground. Hard to believe, huh? Devonshire: Well, no, not when you talk about it. It all seems to make sense, but I take it that looking for artifacts is not your favorite thing to do? But what *is* your favorite? ::Just then the bartender brought their meals. Thanking him, Wilbur continued to listen to her. He would be a good listener, even though her looks were making it very hard to concentrate. Looking down at the squirming dish before her, Anora had to steel herself once more and resist the urge to empty her stomach of its contents.:: Anora: Anything that requires me to get down and dirty. Hands on things. I hate sitting around doing nothing while a computer runs sequences for me. Devonshire: What would you like to do after we eat? Ah... I mean, that dress shouldn't really go to waste, should it? Anora: Rushing ahead of ourselves, aren't we? We haven't even started to eat yet and you're thinking of the next thing we could do. Sit back and relax, we have all the time in the universe. Unless of course, you have another date planned for tonight? ::Wilbur was batting a thousand. Every time he said anything, he put his foot in his mouth.:: Devonshire: It's not that. I just haven't ever seen a engineer wearing anything like it before. It really makes you look pretty. oO No, she makes it look pretty. Why does everything I say come out wrong? Oo ::Anora choose to simply smile at the good doctor despite his unintended insult. She knew he was on edge, but couldn't figure out why he was so jittery. There was nothing for him to worry about, they were having such fun together. She wondered why he couldn't see that himself. Breathing deeply through her nose, she decided to try and enjoy her plate of fresh pasta-like worms.:: Anora: Don't worry so much, I have something planned for later. I haven't forgotten you owe me a dance. ::He smiled. The thought of being that close to her pleased him.:: Devonshire: Neither have I, but is dancing all you want to do? Anora: Ah, I don't want to ruin the surprise. It diminishes the fun. Devonshire: ::nervous chuckle:: Yes, it does. Anora: How's the steak? Devonshire: It's fine. Cooked exactly the way I like it. What about yours? Anora: It's definitely something new, and I can't complain about the freshness either. Devonshire: I'm glad they had something you enjoy. Anora: So enough about my life story, what made you decide to be a doctor? :: He tried to think of a reason that would seem as important as hers, but he couldn't find one.:: Devonshire: ::stammering:: I... um... became interested in it, when we started disecting small animals in Science class at the Academy. ::finding a way out:: But really it isn't something that is good conversation at the dinner table. oO Phew! Oo But it was nothing as noble as your reasons to become a engineer. Anora: Well, I wouldn't call mine noble. I was just the path the Prophets laid out for me, or at least I hope it is. Devonshire: I've lived a dull life. Nothing to brag about. I thought Starfleet would change that. ::Wilbur was relieved when the music began.:: Wanna dance? Anora: Definitely, if I recall correctly, you owe me one. ::Standing he offered his hand to help her up, and escorted her to the dance floor. Facing her, he timidly put his hand on her waist, and held his hand for her for her to take it, but then glancing at another couple, realized he had offered the wrong hand. Quickly, he reverse the stance, but was so embarrassed he turned crimson, feeling like a big klutz.:: Devonshire: Dancing is not really my forte. Anora: I don't have any complaints. ::Snickering, Anora allowed him to lead the way across the dance floor. Together they moved in an elaborate dance, cutting a wide swatch through the others on the floor. Despite his complaints to the contrary, Anora saw nothing wrong with his skills.:: Anora: You know this kind of cuts into the plans I had for later on, right? Devonshire: It does? What kind of plans did you have? Anora: Well, I hear there's a holo-program of Paris stored in the databanks. Someone once told me there's nothing like strolling down the Champs Elysee at night. It really makes you understand why it's called the City of Lights. Devonshire: I've heard of that, but never saw Paris. Do you want to go now? Anora: We've got another twenty minutes before the block of time I reserved on the holodeck. There's no need to rush. Devonshire: Oh, okay then. We'll finish this dance Anora: Well, what do you like to do for fun? And please, don't tell me it's operating on holographic patients so you can practice your medical skills. Devonshire: :: chuckles slightly:: Not hardly. I play the Guitar. Anora: Really? I was sure your answer would be something along the lines of painting with mustard or making sandwiches. Devonshire: No, the only mustard I deal with is already on sandwiches when I eat them, ::Grins:: and occasionally dripping it on pretty patients. Anora: I was going to wear yellow just in case, but I figured if I was changing out of my uniform I should at least pick a different color too. So I went with blue, it's always been my favorite. Devonshire: ::smiles:: Mine too, and it does become you. Anora: Maybe I should put in for a permanent transfer to the medical department then? Or sciences, I'd sure they could use me down there too. Devonshire: ::checking the time:: We should be going. I wouldn't want the time you reserved in the holodeck to be used up before we get there. Anora: By all means, lead the way, Doctor. Devonshire: ::taking hold of her elbow:: This way, I believe. ::Walking to the holodeck, Wilbur made a confession.:: Devonshire: If someone had told me that I would be going to Paris with you on the day I met you, I would have told them they were crazy. Anora: Considering we met on the frontiers of known space, I'd say I would've agreed with you. Devonshire: I guess because I'm not well traveled. Compared to you. I have do nothing. ::Arriving outside the double doors to the holodeck, Anora keyed in her access code and selected program Paris-Beta-Six-One-One from the database. A message flashed accross the display a few seconds later, indicating that the program was loaded and ready for use.:: Anora: After you. Devonshire: ::motioning to the door:: No, ladies first. ::The doors parted with a familiar whooshing sound, revealing a stunning vista of the Palais de la Concorde in Paris. Anora couldn't help but feel a small sense of awe as she glimpsed the great heart of the Federation government for the first time. Before them stood the twin fountains that framed the spire of the Palais, at the eastern end of the busy Champs Elysee. The entire city was awash with lights, easily explaining where its name had come from.:: Anora: It's gorgeous. I mean, you hear about it all the time, but it truly is a wonder to behold and I've seen my fair share of wonders. Devonshire: Well, this is the first of my fair share, but it is truly a beautiful sight. ::not really looking at anything but her.:: Anora: Where should we go first? La Tour Eiffel? Maybe one of the Museums? I heard there are countless secrets hidden in the basement vaults of the Louvre even today. Or we could go take a walk on the banks of the river. Devonshire: I don't know, whe don't have time to go through a Museum, and ::guessing what that Eiffel was, he figured a French Waffle:: and we just ate, but actually right here at these fountains looks a good a place as any to see the sights. Anora: I'm really beginning to regret never having visited Paris while I was on Earth. I never saw anything but the Academy grounds and a little bit of San Fransisco proper. Devonshire: Um, me either, but don't they have a place like this on your home world? Anora: Well, Bajor is beautiful too but in a different way. It's more of an antiquated and ancient beauty, stepped in religious history but scarred by the Occupation. Earth has its own store of wonders with its own rich history and distinct character. My homeworld has more of a natural paradise feeling to it, while yours is a marvel of Human engineering and architecture. ::Putting one foot one the rim of the fountain, he leaned he arm across his leg and peered over the side of checking for fish, then glanced around at the lights bouncing their twinkles around in Anora's hair.:: Anora: So let's have a look at that Eiffel Tower... - The End - Ensign Anora Manar Engineering Officer & Doctor Wilbur Devonshire Medical Officer SIMMed by Toni Turner Both formerly of the USS Resolution, NCC-78145