Joint Personal Log - LtCmdr Waterhouse & Cmdr PontBrillant - "I Can Hear The Ocean's Roar"

Posted on Sun Sep 7th, 2014 @ 12:02am by Commander Amelia Waterhouse & Vlimar PontBrillant

2,271 words; about a 11 minute read

Mission: Are You Touched?
Location: Beach at the Qapla' Resort, Qo'noS

The salt water splashed up across Amelia as another wave broke on the collection of rocks she sat on in the edge of the surf. It was warm, and she was glad for the cliff that loomed above her, providing shade from the hot Klingon sun. Her water-proof holo-cam was idly pointed at the water, just recording the waves as she kicked her legs in the water. Nearby, the beach was deserted, but closer to the resort people milled and laid about in singles, pairs, and groups.

She'd left a message at the front desk, as well as vague directions with Rochelle, so that Vlimar could come find her should he choose to come too. She hoped he would. She still couldn't figure him out, but she was at least starting to relax about it. She wasn't used to not being completely in control where things were going, and she wasn't even sure if it was going anywhere, but so far it was shaping up to be an interesting ride.

Vlimar had beamed down to the surface, wearing his black trunks and a white buttoned up shirt, flip flops, and aviator sunglasses. Nonchalantly, he walked towards the front desk of the resort, smiling.

"Can you tell me where the beach is?" he asked, sternly.

The clerk raised his head and looked at Vlimar curiously. He shook his head slowly and replied. "Are you Vlamis Portlant?"

Vlimar shook his head slowly, leaning his elbow the the counter, observing the smaller stature Ferengi on the other side. "Yes, yes, I am Mr. Portlant."

The clerk nodded and extended a piece of paper to Vlimar, written in English by a Ferengi hand, therefore barely readable. "Great," he said to himself. He nodded at the clerk politely and headed to the back, following the arrow with "Beach" written on it in seven different intergalactic languages. He exited out the back of the resort and immediately felt the warm sand under his feet, surrounded by hundred of people, many from the Vindicator. He began looking around.

Amelia glanced down the beach and noted the white button down shirt exiting the resort. She turned the holo-cam in that direction, zooming in to find the man she was hoping for hiding behind stylish aviators. She chewed her lip pondering if she should wait and see if he came to her, or assume the Ferengi messed up the note and meet him in the middle of the glaring sun and crowd.

She shook her head and jumped into the surf, she really was too impatient, she chastised herself as she picked up her flip flops from the rock and shoved her holo-cam into the back pocket of her shorts. The water was just shy of the fringe of her shorts as she waded through it towards the shore and the mass of people.

Vlimar walked through the crowd, looking around him. There were various people: Klingons, Andorians, Vulcans, and other races. Various crew member of the Vindicator looked at him as he walked next to them, some acknowledging him with a nod, others simply looking away trying to avoid being reminded about work on their leave time. Exasperated, he began to walked away from the crowd, looking at people either sunbathing away from the main beach and doing other activities.

She felt like a shark, moving along the water's edge towards him. He didn't seem to notice her, so she circled around to catch him from behind. Moving close, hoping he didn't hear her — almost like his shadow behind him — she finally let out a bright and chirpy "Hi!" as she laid a hand on his shoulder.

Vlimar was, indeed, surprised. As he felt the hand on his shoulder, he grabbed it with the opposite hand and twisted it in a way that would bring the assailant in front of him. Always bring your opponent facing you. As he was doing this, his brain analyzed the voice as a familiar one, so, as he spun the woman around to face him, he let his guard down, not doing anything further.

"Hi," he replied, eyes wide open from the adrenaline, his hands still high.

"Nice opening move there," she insisted with a giggle. "Remind me not to find you in a dark ally without a phaser handy," she added with a wink. She smiled wide at him and waited for the adrenaline to loosen its grip on him.

Vlimar let go of her hand gradually, loosening, then releasing. He smiled. "Hard to find," he stated, while showing the note from the clerk. "Not your handwriting, I presume," he stated, laughing.

"The toady little shit wouldn't give me the pen, and mine is lost in the bottom of the pocket space," she said with a sigh. "I even tipped him when I asked to write the note myself." She rolled her eyes, bending over to pick up her flip flops she'd dropped during the pirouette he'd guided her through. She flipped her braid over she shoulder again as she stood. "You just get down here?"

"Probably though his pen was worth more than your beautiful eyes, which is obviously a mistake," he stated, smiling. He then observed her quickly.

Amelia was much as she had been on the ship earlier: lime green string bikini, short denim shorts with frayed hems, her hair pulled into a single braid hanging down her back. The time on the beach, in the sand, sun, and wind, had brought a bit of an extra flush to her complexion and her light freckles were more pronounced now despite the efficient application of sunscreen. Her feet had a light crusting of sand from coming into the dry sand from the water.

"A Ferengi wouldn't know beauty unless there was a price tag on it," she protested even as she smiled at the complement. "Do you have plans for dinner yet? I heard rumors of a place that will actually grill your steak for you, though it comes with a side order of a course in Klingon prose, known more commonly as cursing." She winked as she said this.

Vlimar smiled. The green lime bikini contrasted beautifully with her red braid. He tried not to spend too much time looking at her, after all, she was a beautiful woman. He slowly began walking towards the water as, just to get the feel of it on his feet. "Dinner sounds great," he finally said. "The cursing would be quite lovely," he added, smirking.

"I'm sure if you return fire in your mother tongue, it'll be enough to make a girl swoon," she insisted, following him to the water's edge. "Did you get a room yet?"

"I doubt that Klingon women are in for French..." he said, playfully. He stopped as his feet were in the water, feeling the coldness of the water contrasting nicely with the warmth of the sun. He looked at Amelia, still through his mirrored aviator glasses, as he answered. "Room? No, not yet. I don't know if I will be staying the night."

She pouted a little, stopping next to him at the water's edge. "I guess we have some poor crewman on duty in the transporter rooms during the whole leave for a reason," she allowed. "My room's pretty sweet. A view of the beach, balcony with a table, all the upgrades... I think the owner set aside the two best rooms for Rochelle and I, hoping we'd put the word out through the fleet."

Vlimar nodded. "It does sounds good," he said, smiling. "You are staying how many nights?" he asked, freely.

"I'm booked for the whole week," she returned, and made a face as a thought occurred to her. "I should have gone and visited my grandmother, but she's... well, intense. Even for a Klingon."

The Commander couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I know who you get it from then..." he said, meaning it as a rude joke. Vlimar put his hand on Amelia's shoulder. "Going for a swim?" he asked, before diving into the oncoming wave.

Amelia laughed at his quip. There was certainly no end of commentary about how much in common with her mother's personality she had, and the similarities between her mother and her grandmother were many. She opened her mouth to return fire when his hand on her shoulder made her pause. Even as she got more comfortable, those small moments of contact still made her heart flutter.

Then his shirt came off before diving into the water, and Amelia caught herself appreciating the view. She also noted a scar, not exactly a minor one, but she didn't get a good look before he was gone into the waves. So she kicked off her shorts, dropped her flip flops, then dove in after him.

Vlimar swam for a few meters before stopping, looking back at the beach, removing the water from his hair. Noticing Amelia approaching him, he welcomed her by splashing water towards her. "Quite the swimmer, there," he said, swimming upwards to keep his head out of the water.

She ducked and squealed as he splashed at her, falling backwards into the waves, and swimming under the water towards him. She playfully bumped her shoulder into his side as she swam past to come up behind him.

Vlimar watched her silhouette passing underwater. As she bumped him, he sank a few centimeters, enough for him to swallow some salt water, regaining his depth. "You little..." he said, trying to turn to keep up with her.

"Pfft, don't tell me this is all it takes to get you winded," she teased, bobbing in the waves just outside of his arm's reach. She grinned at him, and tilted her head to consider if she was daring enough to dart in and steal a kiss. As her head tilt threw her off balance and under the water, it became obvious the water was too choppy. She popped back up, spitting out her mouthful of salt water to the side, away from him.

Vlimar laughed as her head popped up out of the water, noticing the unpleasant mounting wave actions, rocking his body up and down. He slowly began to swim towards the shore, looking back at Amelia. "You coming?" he asked.

"On your six," she called back, frowning a little. She could tell the waves were only going to get worse, but she was actually enjoying their swim. She followed at the same pace he swam.

Slowly, once he reached the shallow end of the beach, he stood up straight, removing the water from his hair and face, then closing his eyes, raising his face towards the sun. He was enjoying the warmth of the sun, the strength of the light coming through. The smell of salt and sand kept him quite awake and energized. "How about dinner?" he asked from his current position, then turning his face to look at her after he finished his sentence.

Amelia stood up in the shallows behind him and smiled as he enjoyed the sun on his face. Amelia always forgot how much she missed the beach between visits, but the sound of the surf always brought her back. She considered how high in the sky the sun still was, thinking if it was late enough for dinner or not.

"Yeah, dinner for sure. Shall we find that place I mentioned earlier? I have something a little nicer to wear in my room..." She considered the clothing she'd brought. Something suitable for bar crawling could probably be dressed up just enough for a nice dinner. She didn't bring any jewelry though, but she thought she saw something in the over priced gift shop that would work in a pinch.

As Amelia was answering, he nodded, smiling. The place she had suggested sounded lovely and a nice change from the beach. "Well, I have to return to the ship, actually, as I didn't check in yet," he said, smiling. "How about this, dinner in 2 hours?" he asked, bending to collect his sandals, his shirt and sunglasses.

"Two hours, we'll meet in the front lobby of the resort?" She bent over for her shorts and flip flops.

Vlimar smiled and nodded. "At the lobby," he repeated, confirming.

She nodded, eyes meeting his as they both stood up again. She took a step closer without thinking about it, and then suddenly a blue body was stumbling between them. "Hey watch it!" she exclaimed, jumping backwards. The man fell into the sand with a frizbee clutched in his hands like it was the most precious thing in the world.

"Sorry," he muttered, looking up at Amelia and Vlimar.

"Nice catch, buddy," stated Vlimar, extending his hand to help the young Andorian back to his feet. He then looked at Amelia, making a quick shrug.

"Thanks," he muttered, taking the assist to his feet. He antennae drooped a little, and he glanced at Amelia momentarily before he ran back to his friends.

She sighed softly as her eyes met Vlimar's. The universe was conspiring against her, was all she could figure. Time to stop fighting it. "See you soon," she said, and took off running towards the resort. Maybe if she was quick, she could dart back up to the ship and find some sort of jewelry and a real dress to wear to dinner.

Vlimar nodded. "Later," he replied, as he began walking towards the lobby, where the transport pads were located.

-=/\=- END LOG -=/\=-

Lt Commander Amelia Waterhouse
Executive Officer
USS Vindicator

Commander Vlimar PontBrillant
Strategic Operations Commander
USS Vindicator

 

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