Distraction from Evil (RP Log)

From WNOHGB Wiki
Jump to: navigation, search
Roleplay Log
Characters:
Location:
29 Apr 2014
Morn's Place [Deep Space 9]
By far, the largest section of the Promenade, Morn's Place is known far and wide throughout the Alpha Quadrant as /the/ place to have a drink and relax. One can either take a seat and have a drink or a meal, or take their chances at the Dabo table. Otherwise, with a little latinum and a lot of imagination, one can venture to the second level and utilize the station's only set of holosuites (booked by the hour).
There is a staircase which leads to the upper level of the bar, while the exit on the lower level leads back out to the Promenade.


Taxo is standing out of the way of the crowd around the Dabo table, watching with puzzlement and concentration.

Muireann steps into Morn's, starting first towards the bar. Slipping into one of the stools, she almost seems to purr at the bartender. "Hey dear, won't you get me a pint of Romulan Ale? I've been away far too long and I could use some hard stuff." And then she twirls on the seat to face the rest of the bar, her elbows leaning on the bar surface.

Taxo sips at his water as a yell of Dabo goes up around the table, though the puzzlement on his face deepens.

It's not difficult to spot the man in silver and black, and Muireann does raise her eyebrow a bit as she watches him. The drink is deposited next to the woman, and she comments, "Put it on my tab, hon." Taking it, she revels in a sip of the blue liquid. So now, armed with her Romulan Ale, she gets up, heading over towards the Dabo Tables. Her eyes focused on this strange man, she comes up besides him. "So, new to Deep Space 9? Or... new to Dabo, perhaps?"

Taxo starts a bit as his concentration is broken and he turns his gaze on Muireann, "Oh, excuse me, ma'am. I've been here at DS9 a few weeks now, straight from the Academy." He gestures to the Dabo table, "This contraption though, seems to be luring people in and stealing from them."

Muireann's lips curl playfully. "Oh, welcome to Deep Space 9, then. I'm Muireann Kina, and my shop is just down the way. I have been having one of my employees manage it while I've been attending to a family matter at Sol sector, so that might explain why we haven't run across each other prior." She brings a finger to her lips thoughtfully. "Oh, this isn't stealing. This is a form of gambling. Someone eventually gets it. Morn would personally escort the operator out if it was all towards the House." She laughs softly.

Taxo sips at his water and shakes his head, "Money isn't all that can be stolen, ma'am. This contraption appears to be a distraction, used to pull people's attention away from the evil that is trying to take over the galaxy."

"Sometimes people need a little distraction," Muireann replies with a small little grin. "If we didn't get distracted on occasion..." Her eyes wander his muscular frame a moment. "...Some of us might wind up little balls of stress and that wouldn't be fun at all, would it?"

Taxo either misses the wandering eyes or is so used to it he doesn't react. "Distractions can be useful, but mindwashing isn't. Who created this game? Some evil emporer of the past?" He shakes his head as he watches someone lose their entire stake on a bet and walk away from the table, "Now there was someone who wasn't a winner."

"It's just gambling, hon. Not everyone is going to win. There will be losers, there will be those who strike even, and there will be those who might even get their rent paid for this month with their winnings. But more losers than anything else. But the idea of winning causes them to play on..." Muireann giggles, then takes a slow sip of her drink. "Have you not gambled before?"

Taxo shakes his head, "Gambling is not something that the Greats were prone to doing, ma'am. I spent my time learning to fight, to fly, to find, and to defeat evil." He shrugs, "I was one of the first from my region to be accepted by Starfleet, so obviously knowing how to gamble wasn't needed."

"Needlesstosay, no evil here other than their own greed spreading back and forth, and that one's known." Muireann turns her attention back on him again, a half-smile across her face. "So, you never did tell me your name, Mister Starfleeter." She takes another sip of her ale.

Taxo gives a graceful bow as he introduces himself, "My apologies, ma'am. I'm Ensign Kilwa Taxo, helmsman on the Excalibur, hoping to become one of the Greats that are talked about for centuries."

"Oooh, a flyboy. Mom would /love/ you," Muireann muses, then takes another sip as she looks him over again. "You have quite the fashion sense, too." And she doesn't mean that negatively. It's coming from a steampunk girl anyhow. "So I take it by you being assigned to the Excalibur that I won't get a chance to see you around more?"

Taxo chuckles and shrugs at that, "So far the Excalibur has shown no rush in leaving DS9. Been here a few weeks now, since I reported aboard and I haven't even got to see how well she flies compared to the rockets I trained on."

"Afraid it's going to be a dock warmer, huh? Hmm, what's that quote... 'A ship in port is safe, but that's not what ships are built for.'" Muireann moves a flyaway hair behind her ear, and then twirls the liquid in her glass a bit. "If only it wasn't against protocol to smack some heads together in command, huh?" Of course, she doesn't know much about where the Excalibur was prior to being in port, but c'est la vie.

Taxo chuckles again, "I'm sure if heads were being smacked together, they'd turn and look for me." He flexes an arm, "I tend to be the first person looked for in such situations. Made Academy interesting." Of course, it was his obsessions, but obviously he's decided it was his muscles that earned him that notoriety.

Muireann grins. "Just don't lose your commission over it, Mister Taxo," she replies, giggling a brief moment. She takes another sip of her Romulan Ale and her lips curl up playfully. "Hopefully I do get to see you around more. You seem a fun type."

Taxo shakes his head, "The Galaxy needs people who are willing to stop evil, so I doubt Starfleet will get rid of me, ma'am." He notices his glass is empty and carefully looks around to make sure he hadn't dumped it or splashed someone with his water. "There aren't enough out there like Flash Gordon, Buck Rogers, Buzz Correy, Tom Corbett and the other Greats."

Oh, this poor misguided soul. Muireann does raise her glass to it, however, then takes a larger gulp. "On that note, I think I'm needed back at my store shortly. We're running a tad low on supplies since I've been gone a while and I'm due for departure again in a few days. Orders to arrange for, all that fun stuff." On that note, she turns and downs the rest of her Romulan Ale, then shakes her head out. "Woo!" Back towards Taxo, she grins. "Don't have too much fun without me, okay?"

Taxo bows and gives a wave, "Of course not, ma'am. Have a good day and good luck with your business."

Muireann giggles, then with a twiddle of her fingers, she leaves, depositing the empty glass on the bar.

Personal tools