[240103.29 Medlab...]
D`Tarik is busy running around with a crazy look in his eye, "Okay, what did I come in here to do again...I forget. Oh well, time to play this by ear!" he declares to no one, starting to take out all kinds of his custom genetic tampering tools. After a moment, he taps a line to the Leih, "Rekkhai, is medlab going to be needed in the next...oh, for the next 48 hours or so?" He half-listens to Rhagarokk's reply, then suddenly starts to yell at no one, "Where is half of equipment?!" he pauses slightly, and looks at all the shiny, sinister looking tools he's gathered, "Oh well, time to wing it....."
[Going to the Time Traveler...]
Heading for the bar now as well, Rhagarokk asks Rylan on the way, "Na drinks On some kind of medication?"
"Na....that's just DT being DT." Ry looks sheepishly at the Leih, "He thinks I have some kind of problem."
"What sort of problem? Were au operating heavy machinery after drinking?" Rhagarokk asks, "Because that's a big na na."
"Na...I wasn't doing that at all." Ry shrugs, "He just ups one day and says I have a problem...I can't figure that out..." he grows silent, thinking about it awhile.
Rhagarokk climbs up the ladder into the bar and spots Vyynd, in the middle of a pool game against himself. "Hey, shouldn't au be working?" Hearing this, Vyynd yelps and runs off. Rhagarokk grabs a bottle for himself and sits as D`Tarik's question comes through his com. Tapping the line open, Rhagarokk replies, "I sure hope na, but with the killer on the loose, we can't take any chances." he looks over at the engineer, "Ah, Jolan`tru Tacrun...drink?" he offers.
Having followed Rhagarokk into the bar, Rylan takes a seat at his customary place at the counter, and looks at Tacrun and the Leih, wondering if they would stop him like everyone else seemed to do. Figuring 'what the heck,' Rylan reaches over the counter and grabs himself a bottle anyway, as Tacrun takes a seat as well and smiles, "Hann`yyo, rekkhai. I'd love a drink right about now."
"Great!" Rhagarokk grabs the bottle out of Rylan's hand, and pours a drink for Tacrun, then holds onto the bottle.
Rylan smirks at this and point towards the bottle that was snatched, "I *am* allowed Near-Ale, rekkhai." Tacrun quietly sips his drink as the other two discuss the issue.
Rhagarokk squints at the bottle he held a moment, then asked levelly, "Then why's the label say Rhennish?"
Looking surprised, Ry peers over the counter, then mumbles, "Huh, she moved them...." and reached to the next row over and pulls up the right one. Being sure to show the label, he says hopefully, "There! Okay?"
Rhagarokk sets the bottle down and nods to Rylan- who nods right back as he opens the bottle in his hand, then quietly drinks the non-alcoholic beverage and listens to the conversation of the other two as it begins. Looking over at Tacrun Rhagarokk questions, "I heard au are interested in alternate histories...."
"Ie, rekkhai." Tacrun smiles, "It's my main interest."
The Leih pauses only a moment, then asks, "I have....heard of this alternate timeline where a mad Borg emperor was running loose...Ever read anything on it?"
"I remember something faint on it..." Tacrun admits, "I didn't study it much, since the translation seemed to be a bit messed up on it."
"Translation?" Rhagarokk raises an eyebrow, "Well, anyway, if au encounter anything on it anymore, make sure it's destroyed immediately." then adds, "It's on the Tal`Shiar's banned list."
"Ie, rekkhai. I'll see to it." Tacrun finishes, taking another sip of his drink.
"Ie...well, it's very important." Rhagarokk says quietly, taking a big swig directly out of the bottle.
A moment later, the three turn to see D`Tarik come running into the bar holding a stack of books. He takes a place at one of the near-by tables and starts reading, taking a small bottle out of one of the many pockets of his lab coat. Pouring himself a glass, the Daise`Medical man takes one sip, then stops a moment, his eye twitching strangely, before he goes back to reading.
Rylan watches this and grins, knowing that D`Tarik has a low tolerance threshold to alcohol. He doesn't say anything, or try to stop him, only quietly sips from the near-ale again, waiting for the show.
After another second or two, D`Tarik looks over to the trio, his eyes already looking a little glazed over from just one sip of the liquid he brought with him, "Would anybody like a sip of a drink of my own mix?" he offers.
Rylan shakes his head and keeps grinning, "Na, hann`yyo." he says slyly, "I'm na supposed to, remember?"
Putting down his own bottle, and also twitching more then usual, Rhagarokk agrees, "Sure, hand it here, DonTanik..." Tacrun silently looks from the Leih to D`Tarik and back, while Rylan raises a brow at Rhagarokk's manner. Taking a look to his chrono, Ry bets silently with himself on how soon the two scientists will pass out.
Still holding the book he had been reading, D`Tarik stands and passes the bottle with a thick red liquid in it out to the Leih. "Here au go..." Tacrun stands, and heads over towards the table that DT had been sitting at to look over the books, and sees nothing of interest but bio-tech stuff.
Rhagarokk accepts the offering and pours himself a glass, then drinks right out of the bottle instead. After a moment for the liquid to pass his throat, he shakes his head briskly then suddenly says, "Hey, I've got an idea...who's up for some Hyper-Chess?"
"Let's play chess!" D`Tarik agrees, adding a second later, "I win!"
Rhagarokk glares over as he takes another drink of the red liquid. Starting to slur his speech, he says "I haven't even shet up the board yet, au... au...sheeter!"
"Tacrun," DT says taking another drink from the glass he held, "When au are done looking at those, can au put them back in....in that building-thingy I work at?" then his ears catch up with the Leih's words, "I said I win!" he stomps his foot and falls over when he does so.
Rhagarokk looks at the boy on the floor, "Why don't au come over here and shay that?"
Watching the two wasted men with an amused expression a moment, Rylan deftly reaches over the counter and pulls a bottle of Rhennish, hiding it quickly in a pocket of his uniform. Waiting a bit more to make sure they weren't looking, he downs the glass of red liquid that Rhagarokk had poured and forgotten, then quietly walks to the doors calling over his shoulder. "Jolan`tru all... Katara's waiting!" he steps out into the corridor and opens the Rhennish a few steps away, drinking from it leisurely. Nodding to himself in the corridor, Ry says quietly to no one, "Ie, I'm na the io with a problem." he grins slightly and takes another drink.
Back in the bar, D`Tarik challenges the Leih, "That does it! I say we have a duel of ... of wits! Biology VS...um...whatever it is au do!"
"I do Physics..." Rhagarokk informs in a proud air, "Whch ish much better than Biography!" he takes another drink from the bottle.
Tacrun watches the spectacle a bit longer, then says quietly as he heads out as well, "I've a... gotta fix that hold or something....Jolan`tru..." He walks back to his tent, smiling to himself and thinking *...At least I've got something to look up now...A Mad-Borg-Emperor, huh?....* After a while, Tacrun arrives at his tent, and immediately looks over his tomes of histories, looking for the appropriate book.
"Gok!" DT steps back, insulted, "That does it! Me and au are going to throw down buddy!"
Ignoring the two departing crew, Rhagarokk glares at the challenge issued, "That does it!" he drunkenly agrees.
As D`Tarik stumbles forward, he suddenly starts to cry, "I love au, man!" and hugs the Leih.
Now also starting to cry himself, Rhagarokk agrees, "Let's never fight again!"
"I thought we discussed this in the boathouse?"
"Au take that back!" the Leih suddenly looks angry again.
"Na, au take it back!" DT repeats in the same angry tone, having problems standing up, "All five of au! Stand still!"
Out in the corridors, Rylan finishes the bottle he had filched, and stands looking at it a moment. Shrugging, he heads back towards the bar. He comes back in just in time to hear see the Leih collapse back into a chair. "I am in the woods!" the Leih declares.
"Some io set us up the bomb!" DT says randomly to no one in particular, "Lobster sticks to magnet!"
Looking very angry at DT's first statement, Rhagarokk suddenly exclaims, "I knew it!! Au are in league with the Emperor!! I'll get au for what au did to t`Lahzar!!"
"Na, man! It was the...the...." DT stumbles on his words a moment, then blurts out, "The Bunny! That wort!"
Finding the two out of their gourd, Ry doesn't say anything, but quietly heads to the counter and pulls a couple more bottles. Looking up at them for a moment, he says quietly, "Sorry...forgot these..." and grinning, starts to head out again.
"I better get to the lab!" D`Tarik suddenly says. As he walks out, heading in that direction, he goes to tap his com and misses it completely, "Io to beam to Medlab!" he orders, still walking.
"Don't change the shubject!" Rhagarokk directs at D`Tarik's retreating form. As Rylan walks past him, the Leih hands the boy another bottle. "Don't forget thish io..."
Wiping the grin off his face, Rylan accepts the offered bottle of Rhennish with a nod, "Ie! How careless of me..." then quickly picks up the pace before Rhagarokk came to his senses.
A moment after Rylan left, DT peeks into the bar just to say, "Leih! I will need ninte help on this io! Au better come with me!" then pops back out the doors again, to go back to medlab to drunkenly work on the Elements only knew what.
Rhagarokk stands up, then looks around himself a moment, "Hey, where didsh au go, au Smorgasborg biologest..." he stumbles out the doors, and heads off aimlessly through the ship..."Okay, but thish time, au`rh paying!" he says, trying to follow DT only to end up getting lost.
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