Wondering about other crew (OPEN)

[Folicia Turprine]

It would have been around 7:30pm Earth Time, 1930 military time and 6:30pm at home. Folicia stretched, her time at home before returning to Star Fleet Commands space station was to short to really get around to all the well-wishers and friends of the family, but had been long enough to get used to the time difference, while it was just an hour difference she'd been feeling as if she'd had an extra hour to do things in which she running late for.
Great first impression there.
For now she'd decided to take her rest in the mess hall. Hoping to maybe meet some of her fellow crew members that would serve on the Endevour. It shouldn't be to long now until one or more of them came around- she hoped.

[Major Tom]

The doors to the mess hall swished open and Tom walked in with one thing on his mind; getting a drink. He approached the barman and ordered a glass of Altairian brandy. Sipping the drink he remembered a girl he once knew on Rubicun III, but his thoughts soon changed to his recent transfer aboard the Endeavor. He didn't know anyone here, and he couldn't help but chuckle thinking of how half-baked this mission was, the ship didn't even have a captain as of yet. "Starfleet's really let its self go." He said under his breath before taking another sip.

[Commander Tony Hadyn]

Commander Tony Hadyn, clad in his black and gold uniform, stood out from the regular retinue of people milling about Star Fleet Command. Most of the folks aboard the space station were trim, in shape, statuesque or at least half way athletic looking. This man, however, was short, pudging, with a receding hairline and bald spot that were a good indicator that he was getting on in years. He'd just arrived this morning, and already he was feeling slightly homesick. Right around now, he would be at the table, with his wife and children, listening to his little girls and his only son talk about their day at school. Instead of having to choke down whatever was deemed as 'food' at the mess hall, he could've been enjoying Alanis's superb cooking. He wouldn't have to look forward to sleeping in a sterile, at best Spartan looking cabin with a hopefully halfway comfortable bunk to sleep in. No, back on the surface, back in San Francisco, he would be laying with his wife in their plush bed, in the room that definitely bore Alanis's touch when it came to decorating. So warm, so inviting.

It was times like this that made him wish for early retirement.

He passed through a corridor which had an open view of the unfolding space around the station...and he was reminded why he chose to join Star Fleet in the first place. Somewhere out there, the SS Endeavor was docked, waiting for her crew to come aboard, ready to journey into the starry expanse. Even after all his years of service, he still felt a bit of excitement at the prospect of breaking in a new ship. While there were not a lot of major differences in most of the Federation's starships, especially when it came to engineering, each ship had it's own subtle differences, nuances. While there was no way to become completely familiar with the ship and her engine just yet, Tony was doing the best he could be reading over the material provided to him about the Endeavor. He'd downloaded the information to his touch pad weeks ago, when he'd first accepted his post as chief engineer of the fledgeling ship. The data had certainly been..informative, if boring at best.

The mess hall entrance opened as he approached, making his way to the bar.

"Turkish coffee please..."

...yes, rather odd...most folks at the bar were ordering something alcoholic from some undoubtedly exotic part of the galaxy, and he was ordering a cup of joe that, when placed before him, looked more like sludge than coffee. Tony took a cautious sip and went back to reading the data on his pad.

"Starfleet's really let it self go."

Tony turned his head just enough to get a glance at the speaker. It was an older gentleman, sporting the black and gold uniform that could've placed him as an engineer or in security...perhaps navigation? The aging engineer raised an eyebrow as he replied in a somewhat amused tone.

"I don't know about that. I mean, if Star Fleet really was letting itself go, the Borg would've stampeded their way to assimilate us all by now, right?"

He took another sip of his thick coffee, before setting it down, sparing another glance at the man as he smiled.

[Major Tom]

Tom turned his head, to see the dark haired man next to him, sipping a cup of coffee.
"Oh, I don't mean that they've been falling down on the job or anything, they just don't make up as pretty as they used to. But Starfleet's always been a bit of an ugly broad, hasn't it?" He laughed, before sipping his drink again. "But I think it's rather exiting, don't you? Flying by the seat of our pants, I mean. Back on the Stardust everything was so structured and regulated, got boring very quickly."
Tom brushed his hair back and set his drink down, turning to look at his bar-neighbor fully.
"The name's Thomas Ziegfeld, of the new S.S. Endevour, by the way." He said, offering his hand, "Good to know you."

[Ensign Nuitanna Nyx]

"Man, is that waitress cute...."

"I can't remember...is my deck due for inspection tomorrow or not? Maybe I should turn out my bunk just in case..."

"That louse! I can't believe he was sleeping around with that harlot from security! When I get my hands on him, why I'll-"

Random thoughts and a dizzying array of emotions drifted in and out like waves lapping upon the shore. For some Betazoids, this might be a bit overwhelming. For one Nuitanna Nyx, however...

"Divine...simply divine," she said quietly.

The black haired ensign positively revelled in it. Sure, she wasn't hearing anything major from those currently in the mess hall, but that didn't matter to her. The openness of the human mind was positively fascinating, and had always been so, even after having spent a total of 14 years combined among Earth's inhabitants. And after having spent 8 years on the Vulcan homeworld, it was definitely refreshing. While she had a textbook understanding as to why the Vulcans practiced emotion suppression, she simply couldn't stand it. They sought for perfection in the form of total logic, unclouded by emotions...yet...for all intents and purposes, the Vulcans did have them...even if they did squash them and lock them away.

Nyx looked around, the drink she'd just ordered in hand. It was a popular energy drink called 'Warp 9', and the young Betazoid female was positively addicted to them. Her pale hands lifted the tall tube-like glass the drink came in and glanced about the mess hall for a free seat. The place was packed, likely with her fellow Endeavor crewmates. A smile spread as a couple men got up from a table, leaving her with a place to sit. She settled down, sat her drink on the table before her, and slipped out her slender touch pad. She'd recently installed a program that allowed her to listen to music. She slipped a tiny ear piece that looked no different from an earring and placed it in her earlobe. Soon, she was listening to...what was it called? She'd recently been introduced to this old music genre by one of the other ensigns...he'd called it techno? Yeah...techno. The intricate synthetic sounds, with it's complex rythyms, soon began playing, drowning out a bit of the conversation around her.

From her vantage point, she could see the entrance to the mess hall. A dark eyebrow quirked up as a striking woman with blonde hair entered. She looked human...and yet, there was something a bit different, somewhat inhuman to her appearance. Nyx tried to make it look like she wasn't staring, and if the woman looked her way, she'd find the Betazoid quickly looking back down at her touch pad. She reached out with her psionic powers all the while, getting a 'feel' of the woman.

[Commander Tony Hadyn]

Tony took the hand, returning Tom's handshake.

"Tony Hadyn, also of the Endeavor."

The older gentleman pulled his hand back and smiled as he lifted his coffee cup.

"Y'know, I've heard Star Fleet described as a lot of things. An ugly broad is a new one for me, and that's saying something. Feels like I've been here for...goodness me, seems like all my life."

He took a generous sip of his coffee.

"So...are you part of engineering?"

One glance at the man's uniform, to the rank insignia, told him that if Tom was, in fact, part of the crew of engineers he was to head, that at least he wasn't a rookie. He took another sip, then set his drink down on the bar.

"Because if you are, be prepared to be bored out of your mind. Structure and routine tend to keep things from turning into chaos down in engineering, and I'm a fan of keeping chaos to a minimum, thank you very much."

The words weren't spoken harshly. No, he seemed awful casual about the affair. If his tone weren't enough to indicate that, the amused smile on his face would.

[Folicia Turprine]

Folicia made her way to the counter where many people were talking, a particularly unfit man sitting with a man who looked like gaining a few pounds might have even been healthy caught her eye. They were an odd couple to say the least. The girl ordered a hot tea and made her way to a long row of tables lining the wall. She noted a woman stealing glances at her from the corner of her eye, did she know her? From the academy maybe? The near human made her way over and stood at the table.
"Mind if I sit down?" The place was crowded and it would be hard to find another seat. She might as well just go over her touch pad if the girl didn't know her.

[Ensign Nuitanna Nyx]

Nyx stopped her music as Folicia made her way toward the table.

"Mind if I sit down?"

She smiled broadly and gestured toward the unoccupied chair. She turned her music back on, but turned it down so she could hear Folicia if she chose to speak to her. The ensign brushed some lint off of the shoulder of her blue and black uniform. If the other woman wanted peace and quiet, she wasn't about to get any.

"I'm Nuitanna Nyx. You work here on the station or a crew member on one of the ships docked?"

She didn't pause to let Folicia answer, continuing on in a rather excited voice.

"I'm an ensign on the Endeavor. Just found out, like, today that I'll be working as chief comm officer. I'm so excited about it! I mean seriously, how often does a little ensign like me get appointed to that sort of position?"

[Folicia Turprine]

Folicia chuckled.
"I am also going aboard the Endevour, as her Chief Helmsmen." The near human smiled. "Though I did formally work here on the station as her chief Shuttle Coordinator and Conductor."
Her mind drifted back the the unexpected request from Remmak to live with him here on the station. It turned out that the damnable Vulcan was trying to prepare his pilot betrothed for a life out side of Stat Fleet commission.
That little hobgoblin is going to be in for a treat when he realizes I'm not leaving my commission for him. She thought.

[Ensign Nuitanna Nyx]

Nyx stopped her music again as Folicia revealed that she too was a crew member on the Endeavor. The young Betazoid leaned forward, her pitch black eyes almost sparkling with enthusiasm over the news. She rest her chin on her hands as she replied.

"Wow, small world, huh? I mean, I figured that there were Endeavor crew members around this joint, since we should be getting underway soon...hopefully..."

"That little hobgoblin is going to be in for a treat when he realizes I'm not leaving my commission for him."

Nyx blinked, her words faltering just slightly as the stray thought was picked up. She continued on with what she had been saying, despite the fact that she really really REALLY was curious as to who this 'hobgoblin' was.

"I mean if we can hurry up and land a captain for her anyway," she said, finishing out her statement.

Nyx continued using her psionics in just a subtle manner. Sure, it could be considered an invasion of privacy by some, but she wasn't really 'breaking into' this woman's mind and stealing all her secrets and stuff, right? What she was doing was harmless, really...

"Y'know, I'm surprised we haven't met before. I've been here the past year or so, working in communications on the station."

[Folicia Turprine]

Folicia noted the last comment with a tilt of her chin and a raised eye brow, she cursed her Vulcan body language. She felt like such a double standard these days, trying not act to vulcan while still trying to remain in control of her emotions.
There has to be some balance point. She thought. Not that I'm going to ask Remmak for help in finding it. She wasn't even sure he knew balance between human and vulcan emotions- in fact she knew for a fact he didn't.
"I am also surprised we haven't." Folicia said. "Surely we've been in comm contact, maybe we just didn't know it."

[Major Tom]

Tom smiled and shook his head. "I'm in security, actually. One of the more interesting careers Starfleet has to offer." He sighed, "Hopefully more interesting, that is. The Stardust was so non-confrontational that before I knew it I found myself married..." He paused to finish off his drink. "and divorced."
Tom motioned to the bartender, pointing to his empty glass of brandy. "Another one of these, thanks."
After receiving a new drink Tom shifted the conversation to his bar-stool companion. "So, ever been married?"

[Commander Tony Hadyn]

Tony made no comment regarding Tom's statement about his previous tour on the Stardust, though inwardly he wonder why in the world someone would actively seek a confrontation out in the reaches of space. Star Fleet was all about exploring the reaches of space, discovering new life and civilization - fighting was a last resort. Sure, there was a damned good reason why ships were outfitted with phasers and shields. Even a peaceful mission can turn hostile depending on who you're interacting with and what they're motives could be.

"So, ever been married?"

The topic brought about a fresh wave of homesickness, and again Tony was wishing he was at home, talking with Alanis over a cup of coffee, rather than conversing with a stranger at the bar. With a bit of a wistful sigh, he pulled out his touch pad, and brought up images of his wife and three children. He turned the screen so that Tom could have a look.

"Yes...my sweet Alanis and I met when I was in Academy still," he said, the affection in his tone clearly an indicator that he cared for her deeply. He pointed to the image of a brunette, probably in her late thirties. "We've got three children; Basil, Sage and Rosemary. Basil's my oldest and he's in junior high. Sage and Rosemary are identical twins and are still in elementary school." As he spoke about his children, he pointed to their images.

Once the other man had finished looking (if he chose to anyway), he set the touchpad down. Tony shook his head, looking at his cup of coffee.

"This is the first time they won't be coming with me, at least not for another few months anyway. Alanis and I...well, we just felt it would be best to let the children finish out the school year, rather than uprooting them. Not only that, but it gives Alanis time to settle some things with her business. She owns several bistros in San Francisco, all very popular mind you."

A proud smile touched his features as he looked back to Tom.

"When my family joins us, I"ll have to have you over for dinner. Alanis makes this Coquille St. Jacques that is just to die for."

[Ensign Nuitanna Nyx]

Nyx noted the quirked eyebrow, the tilted chin...and knew the mannerisms to be familiar. Afterall, she had to have learned something about Vulcan mannerisms after spending....what, 8 years among them? And it was now that she really noted the slightly pointed ears of the woman sitting across the table from her. It was...a little confusing, to say the least. Honestly, this woman looked more...well, simply looked more human than Vulcan.

Her empathic abilities picked up on the other woman's irritation...and Nyx did her best to keep a smirk in check. There was much more to this woman, she felt, than met the eye. And Nyx was chomping at the bit to know more, especially when she picked up on yet another stray thought.

"There has to be some balance point. Not that I'm going to ask Rekkam for help in finding it."

"I am also surprised we haven't. Surely we've been in comm contact, maybe we just didn't know it."

Nyx nearly missed Folicia's words, so focused on the other woman's mental voice. The young ensign blinked a moment, before replying.

"Yeah, probably. I mean, shuttles call in all the time, requesting docking and all that. Hard to remember names in specific though, but there are a few that I can remember."

[Major Tom]

Tom was thrilled at the thought of a home cooked meal, he couldn't remember the last time he had eaten anything but this replicated rubbish. "I'll hold you to that dinner offer." He said with a grin.
The images of Tony's family had brought as sense of nostalgia to Ziegfeld.
"You've got a nice family, you must miss them terribly." He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I have one son, his name is Joseph, he's still onboard the Stardust with his mother. I thought it would be best if she were to raise him, she's the type of woman who can offer the proper stability that a child needs."