Post by Captain_Quintus on Apr 4, 2016 6:29:43 GMT
Postby Atton Jetrel » Wed Dec 15, 2010 9:56 pm
((Note: This log picks up directly after the end of the November 17th sim (I think). Anyways, here it is))
Co-Staring Jocelyn Nidari
After many days on the Away Team, hiking through dense foliage and camping in rough terrain with no true shelter or bathing facilities, Jocelyn was finally in heaven. She'd opted for true water rather than a sonic shower as she never felt really clean without it. The dirt and grime washed away as she scrubbed, swirling around her feet to be reclaimed and recycled and used again. She leaned against the wall of the shower, letting the water run down her back, easing the tension in her muscles until she felt completely relaxed and ready to fall asleep. Deactivating the shower, she opened the door and stepped out into the bathroom, reaching for her robe.
A doorway away in the bedroom, Atton was completely distracted by something on the ceiling. In fact, he'd forgotten entirely that the beautiful brunette was showing in his bathroom. The commotion of her exiting the shower however, distracted him from the supposed smiling face on the ceiling. He looked over through the open doorway, blinking twice at her nude form. His jaw hung open for several seconds, before the obvious question came to mind.
"What are you doing here?"
"Atton!" Jocelyn yelled, yanking on her robe. She clutched it tightly closed, turning to glare at him. "I thought you were going to wait in the other room."
He looked at her in a confused fashion. "When did you get here? Why are you naked?" He looked around, noting he was on the bed. "We didn't just have sex did we?"
"You wish. You've obviously been hitting your herbal enhancers hard, haven't you? I could tell from the wall of smoke I walked into. Frankly, I don't give a **** right now." She sighed, running one hand over her hair to slick it back. "You said I could use your shower, remember? Mine is shot to hell. That was... roughly thirty minutes ago."
"Oh..." He returned his attention to her. "Well, you're welcome. So what if I was using 'herbal enhancers'? That was the mission from hell. I almost got ******* vaporized by a phaser turret stealing that damn shuttle with Julia! So yeah, I feel a little entitled to it. So there...why were you in the shower for thirty minutes? Is that how long it always takes you?"
"I said I don't care," she stated again, slowly this time so it would hopefully sink in. "You are right. This mission was from hell and we all deserve to drink it up and get **** faced. Do it. With my blessing. Doctor's orders." She sank onto the edge of the bed, leaning forward on her knees, face in her hands. "Gods, I'm almost contemplating smoking some with you."
Was she serious? She couldn't be serious. "Then do it. The required parts are dresser, top left drawer. Don't smoke the stuff on the coffee table in the common room, trust me. Sit back, relax and let your troubles melt out of you. I'm going to take a shower, feel free to make use of whatever still works. Mi casa, su casa, as they say on earth."
With that he rolled off the bed, making his way into the bathroom, disrobing and entering the shower without a second thought.
After about 15, Atton had finished his considerably looooong shower. Granted, a few minutes taking a few puffs from the stash in his secret shower all slot took time too, but still, he didn't have that much surface area to scrub clean. Walking out into the bathroom with no sense of decency to cover himself up, he looked himself over in the mirror, his skin back to its natural non muddied color. Running his hand over the thin stubble on his cheek he decided to leave it, half because he was too lazy to shave at the moment, and half because he wondered if he could pull off any sort of facial hair.
Loosely throwing on a robe, he walked out into the bedroom looking for Jocelyn, half expecting her to have run off while he was showering.
Jocelyn lay sprawled on his bed, face down and robe partly askew. On the table beside the bed was the stuff from the common room that he'd been smoking, now mostly gone. Her eyes were open, but she wasn't really looking at anything, simply staring at the wall. She didn't seem to notice him at all.
He paused to appreciate the robe creeping up her behind, before noticing what lay beside her. "No! My secret secret stash! Damnit Jocelyn!"
He scowled as examined the remaining contents. Not much left...might as well enjoy it now. His frown deepened as he loaded it. Noticing her unmoving state, he sat down on the floor, near to her head at the edge of the bed. A slow draw an exhale later he met her eyes, which hadn't seemed to move in...a long time. "Jocelyn," He whispered. "Can you hear me?"
"No," she said. Her eyes finally moved, shifting to his face. She blinked. "Why are you whispering?"
"I don't know," He was still whispering, so he drew in closer to her face. "It seems like the natural thing to do...you smoked me secret secret stash you know. Best of the best. Reserved for the direst of needs. I think I'm slightly peeved. You probably shouldn't go anywhere for a while, if to save your reputation."
"I think I fell asleep. I didn't smoke anything," she yawned drowsily. "I was going to and then thought better of it. I have to perform Jad... I have an autopsy to do. You left it burning, by the way, so be peeved at yourself."
"What? But I...you...no..." He looked her deeply in the eyes for any sign of...nope, wasn't there. "Damnit..." He groaned, falling back onto the floor, his robe barely covering his pride.
She rolled to her side, making sure her robe came with her. Eyes half closed, she propped her head in her hand and peered at him. "Are you disappointed that I'm not high or that most of your secret stash is gone?"
"The second one," He replied, pushing himself up off the floor, into a sitting position. "Never really saw you as one to partake, even if it was with me."
"Just because I don't approve, doesn't mean I never tried it." Her eyes drifted down to his nearly exposed bits and pieces. "Just because I'd rather you not see me naked, doesn't mean I have a problem with nudity."
"I suppose," He shifted slightly, rustling bits and pieces about, but leaving them still hidden. "I guess I just view you as one of those pristine, never done anything bad types. Sorry I guess." He shrugged.
"Pristine does not exist. Everyone is soiled in some manner." Leaning forward near the edge, she grabbed both sides of his robe with one hand and pulled him forward, pressing her lips to his in a deep kiss.
His eyes, red and glossy bulged open, marking the first time their lips had met. He returned it, in an almost required fashion, rather than a true response. He pulled away soon enough, looking very confused. "Uh, what are you doing?"
"Nothing," she said, releasing him. Rolling to the opposite side, she left the bed behind and moved back into the bathroom to change into the clean uniform she'd brought with her.
He watched her walk by him in sheer confusion. "Oh no, no, no." He walked into the door way, robe hanging open, uncaring of her changing state. "You just kissed me. That meant something."
"Atton, you are clearly still high and out of your mind." She slipped her underwear on beneath her robe, staring at him through the mirror. "You fell into me and our lips touched and that's all. I doubt you'll remember any of this anyhow. Go smoke another one and relax."
"What? No, that's not how it happened...did it?" He looked away, confused. "I...no! You kissed me! You kissed me for no good reason! You don't even like me! Why did you do that?"
Holding her robe closed over her chest, she sighed. "Are you just going to stand there while I get dressed? Or are you going to give me some privacy?"
He looked her over one more time before frowning. "Fine," He did a quick spin move, putting his back against the doorway. "Seriously though, you're not getting out of here without some sort of an explanation."
The moment he turned, her robe dropped and she pulled on her uniform tunic and pants, wiggling her bare feet on the carpet as she gave the tunic a tug into place. She frowned at her reflection in the mirror and pulled her wet hair back, knotting it at the base of her neck. A moment later, she slipped past Atton, heading for the door. "Thank you for the use of the shower. I really need to get back to sickbay."
Are you kidding me!?" He scowled deeply as he followed her to the door. "Just come in, take a shower, kiss me, get dressed and go? That's what it's gonna be huh? Gods you're worse than I am!"
She turned and slapped him. Hard. "Don't you ever say that," she said, scowling. "Ever. You've put me through hell, Atton. I did like you. I've always liked you. From the first day I was on board when I passed you in the corridor and you were staring so hard you walked into a bulkhead. But then you f***ed my nurse and Janelle and who knows who else on this ship, and I decided I was going to be more than just another of your conquests. It was one kiss. I wanted it and I took it. You owe me. Now get over it."
His cheek was red, nursed under a palm and his jaw hung open. "I...I'm sorry," He stammered. He stared at her, wide eyed in amazement. "I never meant...Those other ones... You were never a conquest." He looked away awkwardly. There was so much more he wanted to say, but his pride wouldn't allow it. "I'm sorry." He muttered once more, before he turned away, looking for that trusty bottle he grabbed when he first got in here.
"I'm sure Janelle will be pleased to know that she meant nothing to you," Jocelyn snapped, instantly regretting it. She ground her teeth, knowing that she hadn't meant to rehash old feelings and that this was stemming from her frustration at not being able to save Jadyn. She caught him before he could take more than a few steps and pulled him around to face her. "Hey. I'm sorry, too. I didn't mean that. I don't want to fight with you. I'm... not myself, and I'm taking it out on you. I don't mean to."
"Lifestyle like mine, you've got to have thick skin." He gave her a weak smile of reassurance. "Its not that she means nothing it's just... Betazoids have an innate skill of separating sex from actual emotional attachment. With the telepathy, and empathy. Janelle...the others, I enjoyed the time with them, but it only lasts so long. You...I think about you more often then I'd like. I think I have feelings for you...and I don't really know how to react to that. It's not...normal for me." He gave her a confused look, hoping something of that made sense.
She stared at him for a moment, thoughts shifting so rapidly that even he would have trouble keeping up. "I don't know what to say to that, Atton. I'm not Betazoid. I've never had many casual relationships... like that. It is difficult for me to understand, but I'm trying. Honestly. I really don't want to be mad at you." I think about you too much for that, she thought. "I'd like to talk more about this later, if you don't mind. I... I need to go."
"Yeah, yeah definitely," He nodded. "I should uh, try to think of some excuse to do some work as well. I'll see you around, okay?" He gave her a genuine smile. He didn't ever seem to know much, but this felt good, and it was worth chasing.
"Sure. Count on it." She folded her robe over her arm. "Thanks again... for the shower." And the kiss. Turning hurriedly to leave, she nearly ran into the doors when they failed to open automatically. "Oh... eh...," Cheeks red with embarrassment, she slapped the door controls twice. The doors slid open, closed, slid open halfway, then finally opened fully. She glanced back at him as she stepped into the corridor and then walked out of sight.
A while passed with Atton staring at the door with a giddy smile, before something finally caught his attention. "How long..." He trailed off, looking around "...I hope I didn't just hallucinate all that." He glanced down at the pipe he just remembered he had in his hand, taking another hit. f*** he was hungry.
((Note: This log picks up directly after the end of the November 17th sim (I think). Anyways, here it is))
Co-Staring Jocelyn Nidari
After many days on the Away Team, hiking through dense foliage and camping in rough terrain with no true shelter or bathing facilities, Jocelyn was finally in heaven. She'd opted for true water rather than a sonic shower as she never felt really clean without it. The dirt and grime washed away as she scrubbed, swirling around her feet to be reclaimed and recycled and used again. She leaned against the wall of the shower, letting the water run down her back, easing the tension in her muscles until she felt completely relaxed and ready to fall asleep. Deactivating the shower, she opened the door and stepped out into the bathroom, reaching for her robe.
A doorway away in the bedroom, Atton was completely distracted by something on the ceiling. In fact, he'd forgotten entirely that the beautiful brunette was showing in his bathroom. The commotion of her exiting the shower however, distracted him from the supposed smiling face on the ceiling. He looked over through the open doorway, blinking twice at her nude form. His jaw hung open for several seconds, before the obvious question came to mind.
"What are you doing here?"
"Atton!" Jocelyn yelled, yanking on her robe. She clutched it tightly closed, turning to glare at him. "I thought you were going to wait in the other room."
He looked at her in a confused fashion. "When did you get here? Why are you naked?" He looked around, noting he was on the bed. "We didn't just have sex did we?"
"You wish. You've obviously been hitting your herbal enhancers hard, haven't you? I could tell from the wall of smoke I walked into. Frankly, I don't give a **** right now." She sighed, running one hand over her hair to slick it back. "You said I could use your shower, remember? Mine is shot to hell. That was... roughly thirty minutes ago."
"Oh..." He returned his attention to her. "Well, you're welcome. So what if I was using 'herbal enhancers'? That was the mission from hell. I almost got ******* vaporized by a phaser turret stealing that damn shuttle with Julia! So yeah, I feel a little entitled to it. So there...why were you in the shower for thirty minutes? Is that how long it always takes you?"
"I said I don't care," she stated again, slowly this time so it would hopefully sink in. "You are right. This mission was from hell and we all deserve to drink it up and get **** faced. Do it. With my blessing. Doctor's orders." She sank onto the edge of the bed, leaning forward on her knees, face in her hands. "Gods, I'm almost contemplating smoking some with you."
Was she serious? She couldn't be serious. "Then do it. The required parts are dresser, top left drawer. Don't smoke the stuff on the coffee table in the common room, trust me. Sit back, relax and let your troubles melt out of you. I'm going to take a shower, feel free to make use of whatever still works. Mi casa, su casa, as they say on earth."
With that he rolled off the bed, making his way into the bathroom, disrobing and entering the shower without a second thought.
After about 15, Atton had finished his considerably looooong shower. Granted, a few minutes taking a few puffs from the stash in his secret shower all slot took time too, but still, he didn't have that much surface area to scrub clean. Walking out into the bathroom with no sense of decency to cover himself up, he looked himself over in the mirror, his skin back to its natural non muddied color. Running his hand over the thin stubble on his cheek he decided to leave it, half because he was too lazy to shave at the moment, and half because he wondered if he could pull off any sort of facial hair.
Loosely throwing on a robe, he walked out into the bedroom looking for Jocelyn, half expecting her to have run off while he was showering.
Jocelyn lay sprawled on his bed, face down and robe partly askew. On the table beside the bed was the stuff from the common room that he'd been smoking, now mostly gone. Her eyes were open, but she wasn't really looking at anything, simply staring at the wall. She didn't seem to notice him at all.
He paused to appreciate the robe creeping up her behind, before noticing what lay beside her. "No! My secret secret stash! Damnit Jocelyn!"
He scowled as examined the remaining contents. Not much left...might as well enjoy it now. His frown deepened as he loaded it. Noticing her unmoving state, he sat down on the floor, near to her head at the edge of the bed. A slow draw an exhale later he met her eyes, which hadn't seemed to move in...a long time. "Jocelyn," He whispered. "Can you hear me?"
"No," she said. Her eyes finally moved, shifting to his face. She blinked. "Why are you whispering?"
"I don't know," He was still whispering, so he drew in closer to her face. "It seems like the natural thing to do...you smoked me secret secret stash you know. Best of the best. Reserved for the direst of needs. I think I'm slightly peeved. You probably shouldn't go anywhere for a while, if to save your reputation."
"I think I fell asleep. I didn't smoke anything," she yawned drowsily. "I was going to and then thought better of it. I have to perform Jad... I have an autopsy to do. You left it burning, by the way, so be peeved at yourself."
"What? But I...you...no..." He looked her deeply in the eyes for any sign of...nope, wasn't there. "Damnit..." He groaned, falling back onto the floor, his robe barely covering his pride.
She rolled to her side, making sure her robe came with her. Eyes half closed, she propped her head in her hand and peered at him. "Are you disappointed that I'm not high or that most of your secret stash is gone?"
"The second one," He replied, pushing himself up off the floor, into a sitting position. "Never really saw you as one to partake, even if it was with me."
"Just because I don't approve, doesn't mean I never tried it." Her eyes drifted down to his nearly exposed bits and pieces. "Just because I'd rather you not see me naked, doesn't mean I have a problem with nudity."
"I suppose," He shifted slightly, rustling bits and pieces about, but leaving them still hidden. "I guess I just view you as one of those pristine, never done anything bad types. Sorry I guess." He shrugged.
"Pristine does not exist. Everyone is soiled in some manner." Leaning forward near the edge, she grabbed both sides of his robe with one hand and pulled him forward, pressing her lips to his in a deep kiss.
His eyes, red and glossy bulged open, marking the first time their lips had met. He returned it, in an almost required fashion, rather than a true response. He pulled away soon enough, looking very confused. "Uh, what are you doing?"
"Nothing," she said, releasing him. Rolling to the opposite side, she left the bed behind and moved back into the bathroom to change into the clean uniform she'd brought with her.
He watched her walk by him in sheer confusion. "Oh no, no, no." He walked into the door way, robe hanging open, uncaring of her changing state. "You just kissed me. That meant something."
"Atton, you are clearly still high and out of your mind." She slipped her underwear on beneath her robe, staring at him through the mirror. "You fell into me and our lips touched and that's all. I doubt you'll remember any of this anyhow. Go smoke another one and relax."
"What? No, that's not how it happened...did it?" He looked away, confused. "I...no! You kissed me! You kissed me for no good reason! You don't even like me! Why did you do that?"
Holding her robe closed over her chest, she sighed. "Are you just going to stand there while I get dressed? Or are you going to give me some privacy?"
He looked her over one more time before frowning. "Fine," He did a quick spin move, putting his back against the doorway. "Seriously though, you're not getting out of here without some sort of an explanation."
The moment he turned, her robe dropped and she pulled on her uniform tunic and pants, wiggling her bare feet on the carpet as she gave the tunic a tug into place. She frowned at her reflection in the mirror and pulled her wet hair back, knotting it at the base of her neck. A moment later, she slipped past Atton, heading for the door. "Thank you for the use of the shower. I really need to get back to sickbay."
Are you kidding me!?" He scowled deeply as he followed her to the door. "Just come in, take a shower, kiss me, get dressed and go? That's what it's gonna be huh? Gods you're worse than I am!"
She turned and slapped him. Hard. "Don't you ever say that," she said, scowling. "Ever. You've put me through hell, Atton. I did like you. I've always liked you. From the first day I was on board when I passed you in the corridor and you were staring so hard you walked into a bulkhead. But then you f***ed my nurse and Janelle and who knows who else on this ship, and I decided I was going to be more than just another of your conquests. It was one kiss. I wanted it and I took it. You owe me. Now get over it."
His cheek was red, nursed under a palm and his jaw hung open. "I...I'm sorry," He stammered. He stared at her, wide eyed in amazement. "I never meant...Those other ones... You were never a conquest." He looked away awkwardly. There was so much more he wanted to say, but his pride wouldn't allow it. "I'm sorry." He muttered once more, before he turned away, looking for that trusty bottle he grabbed when he first got in here.
"I'm sure Janelle will be pleased to know that she meant nothing to you," Jocelyn snapped, instantly regretting it. She ground her teeth, knowing that she hadn't meant to rehash old feelings and that this was stemming from her frustration at not being able to save Jadyn. She caught him before he could take more than a few steps and pulled him around to face her. "Hey. I'm sorry, too. I didn't mean that. I don't want to fight with you. I'm... not myself, and I'm taking it out on you. I don't mean to."
"Lifestyle like mine, you've got to have thick skin." He gave her a weak smile of reassurance. "Its not that she means nothing it's just... Betazoids have an innate skill of separating sex from actual emotional attachment. With the telepathy, and empathy. Janelle...the others, I enjoyed the time with them, but it only lasts so long. You...I think about you more often then I'd like. I think I have feelings for you...and I don't really know how to react to that. It's not...normal for me." He gave her a confused look, hoping something of that made sense.
She stared at him for a moment, thoughts shifting so rapidly that even he would have trouble keeping up. "I don't know what to say to that, Atton. I'm not Betazoid. I've never had many casual relationships... like that. It is difficult for me to understand, but I'm trying. Honestly. I really don't want to be mad at you." I think about you too much for that, she thought. "I'd like to talk more about this later, if you don't mind. I... I need to go."
"Yeah, yeah definitely," He nodded. "I should uh, try to think of some excuse to do some work as well. I'll see you around, okay?" He gave her a genuine smile. He didn't ever seem to know much, but this felt good, and it was worth chasing.
"Sure. Count on it." She folded her robe over her arm. "Thanks again... for the shower." And the kiss. Turning hurriedly to leave, she nearly ran into the doors when they failed to open automatically. "Oh... eh...," Cheeks red with embarrassment, she slapped the door controls twice. The doors slid open, closed, slid open halfway, then finally opened fully. She glanced back at him as she stepped into the corridor and then walked out of sight.
A while passed with Atton staring at the door with a giddy smile, before something finally caught his attention. "How long..." He trailed off, looking around "...I hope I didn't just hallucinate all that." He glanced down at the pipe he just remembered he had in his hand, taking another hit. f*** he was hungry.