Joint Duty Log - Lt Ebonheart & Noah Waterhouse - "No Telling Just Now What We Have In Store"

Posted on Mon Nov 24th, 2014 @ 11:46am by Lieutenant Chloe Ebonheart

1,965 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: All Hallows’

Rum punch in his cup, a swagger in his step, and a grin on his face. Noah Waterhouse was enjoying this party his sister and her phoenix of a captain were putting on for their crew. A slight nod to Halloween, though the date didn't entirely line up, and a celebration of the end of the Fed civil war. His eyes traveled over the people in the crowd, considering the costumes and the people who wore them. He spotted one that caught his interest... a cat girl. The ears and tail were so well done they looked alive, they even twitched and moved a bit.

"Excuse me," he said as he approached her, removing his hat from his head and holding it up against his silk damask vest with pictures of skeleton fish, spaghetti and meatballs, and skull and crossbones woven in. He bent over at the waist, smiling wide at her, and his holographic mask of half a skull seemed to wink, though it could have been a trick of the light. "Your ears and tail are magnificent. Did you make them yourself?"

Chloe looked towards the voice not recognizing it, She looked to her tail wagging it a bit then back at him wondering if he was serious. She was wearing a leather pirate costume for the Halloween party. The feline was wearing a jeweled blouse, she has a beaded and decorated corset, that is black and sparkling with jewels, with brocade sleeveless coat to top it all off. Chloe was also wearing fitted leather breeches and knee high leather boots

"I guess you could say that I made them, though considering I was born with them you could thank my parents for the tail and ears." She smirked slightly behind the black mask that was covered in black lace.

"Oh," he said softly, looking closer at the woman he was speaking with. He bit his lip, observing her ears and tail a long moment. "I'm sorry, it's a masque so I just assumed... Are you half Caitian? I've only met full blooded Caitians before, and at that just a couple of them."

Chloe smiled softly, "It's an honest mistake." She said amused really that he had mistaken her for human. "I am half Caitian, my father is from earth." She said softly, "I am Chloe Ebonheart." She decided to introduce herself her words rolling with a natural feline accentuated purr.

"How about that, we have something in common. My father's from earth too," he returned with a small laugh. "I'm Noah Waterhouse." He dropped his hat on top of his head again, and held his hand out to her.

She couldn't help but laugh as well at his sense of humor. "The XO's Brother?" Chloe asked softly more out of curiosity than anything really.

"You know, I didn't even hear about her last promotion... or her change from being a ghost, until your ship picked me and my pirates up off that planet with Freckles and his crew," Noah said, as if this answered Chloe's question. He pulled his extended hand back with a soft shrug.

"I'm sorry." Chloe said softly, well she was more sorry he wasn't as close to his family as she was to hers. She use to talk to them everyday before the war her twin brothers as well. The war had made that hard. but she use to tell them everything, no secrets. now she had a secret or two.

"It's what I get for trusting a drunkard when he said he could fly my ship," he returned with a shrug. "Usually Dad knows before Pond does when she's getting promoted or getting a new assignment, and tells the rest of the family. About a year ago, she scored this really nice gig, and the rest of us were calling her up, sending messages of congratulations, and wouldn't tell her why. Drove her mad for about a week. It was amazing. I hear I missed out on a good promotion this time... did you get to see it?"

"Unfortunately by the time I joined the crew she was already XO, there was however an award ceremony that forced everyone to dress up and not just in Formal dress we ladies had to be dressed as ladies with all the finery we had." Chloe smirked remembering the dress she had been forced to wear.

"That must have been a refreshing change. Mum always goes on about how much she hates the dress uniform, well to be fair, she hates uniforms in general. I think the last time she wore her dress uniform was when Dad got promoted to Admiral... And I think she only did it because otherwise she wasn't going to be allowed to help torture him during the promotion." Noah chuckled.

Chloe grinned laughing a little. "Sounds like a pretty close family if you ask me." She looked into his eyes. "Tell me more about yourself?" She asked curious by nature.

"Oh, you know, pastafarian minister, artist, wanderer, troublemaker, and ladies man, that's me," he stated with a shrug. "Which one comes up first usually says a lot about the person who observes it. What about you?"

"Nothing special about me, give me a good rush and I'm happy." She smiled she could admit that without admitting to her adrenaline addiction.

"A good rush, huh? Pond's got all the family holodeck programs, though this one seems to be new... at any rate, family policy is share and share alike. You're bound to find some real gems in the collection, if you like a rush. Holy Marinara, just test the safeties in a few of the mundane programs, Mum likes to scare people when saving them from accidents. It's hilarious."

Chloe grinned, "Care to show me one or two?" the feline asked ready to get out of this party and totally check out some holodeck programs.

The left half of the forehead of holographic skull mask quirked upwards almost cartoonishly, as Noah's eyebrow rose underneath it. He eyed the half-caitian woman as if making a calculation in his head, then looked around the room. Spotting his sister moving through the crowd, he shook his head.

"Pond'll kill me if I ditch her fancy party, especially since I'm a guest of honor, or something, for my help with the Captain's costume," he explained with a polite smile. "I'll bet it would be smashing, whatever safety protocols she pulled from Mum's collection, to pull a swan drive off the balcony though."

"We could always say you were helping me with a security issue?" She purred noticing the XO moving through the crowd as well and figured they probably weren't going to get away even if they wanted to right now. "Maybe after this 'fancy' party." She smirked.

"Are you asking me to lie to my sister?" He chuckled as he asked this. "I take it you haven't seen her in action with a bat'leth, or her beloved nunchuks, have you? I'm not that brave or crazy." He cleared his throat and looked around. "We can see what the end of the evening brings. For now, I need more rum, then I'm curious what's in the side ballroom."

"Not really lying, from the sounds of it they would be combative programs so you would be helping me with a security issue, training simulations for the department." She smiled softly but relented that he was probably right, though she wasn't afraid of a bat'leth or nunchuks.

"I'll give you an A for effort on that one," he teased with a wink, finally noting her costume. He'd been distracted by her ears, and his mistaken assumption that they were her costume at first, but it finally occurred to him what she was really dressed as. "Bless my meatballs and call me a midget, it's as if I stand before the Pope, and me only a humble wandering minister in my Friday's best." He plucked his hat off his head, bending over low, twirling his hat around with flourish.

Chloe actually felt herself blush, "is it wrong?" She asked looking at her bejeweled pirate's costume and jacket. "I researched it before replicating it." She looked to him one brow arched.

"The only things you can get wrong for a pastafarian is to not love everyone you meet, or water down the rum," he insisted as he stood up straight again. His hat he tucked under his arm instead of putting it back on his head. "That said, your attire is a little more into the Hollywood edge of the pirate spectrum, which the upper clergy of the church often favor. I prefer something grounded more in history myself... the damask is mostly a concession to the expectation of the various pirate crew I find as I wander. They expect the Hollywood flavored flash."

"Hmmm maybe you'll show me sometime what an actual Pirate would wear," She smiled softly having no problem learning more about her costume. "what is a Pastafarian?" Chloe asked him though it was the second time he'd used that word.

"I'm a pastafarian. Me and my crew, we believe in a deity known as the flying spaghetti monster," he explained. He snapped his fingers, and a PADD materialized in front of him. He grinned wide as he fiddled with the PADD. "Figured Pond had used Duct Tape for this... Ah, here we go." A ball of spaghetti with two eye stalks and two meat balls shimmered into view in the air above his and Chloe's head. "Our noodley savior." He gestured upwards at the holographic image, and the representation of the deity waved a strand of spaghetti at Chloe.

Chloe was actually speechless. her jaw had dropped slightly and she just stared at the spaghetti monster blinking slightly. "Really?" She asked unsure how to take this was he serious or was he joking?

"Yes." He tapped the PADD with a soft frown, and both it and the noodle monster disappeared.

"Interesting." She said softly deciding to have an open mind about it and not bother with judging when for all she knew this noodle monster could be real to Noah. "When did you come to believe in the spaghetti deity?" She asked curiously.

"I really don't remember. I would dream about him when I was young, and as I practiced my art, I noticed all my good pieces had some mark that looked like him in it. Then I saw the good things people were doing in his name, and wanted to do that too." He smiled. "A lot of people think I'm crazy, but honestly, who am I harming?"

"Hmmm that is the million dollar question isn't. Though I don't know you well enough to judge your sanity. but I've never heard of the pasta god." the Feline said honestly.

"Before today you hadn't heard of me either, but I've been alive for twenty two years. Interesting how that works, huh?" He shrugged, finally dropping his hat back on top of his head.

Chloe giggled and smiled, "Your cute." She complimented but was blushing as she said it.

"Thank you, I-" Noah's eyes suddenly darted to the other side of the ballroom, and cursing in a mix of Klingon, Andorian, and Federation Standard slid from his lips. "If you'll excuse me, my incompetent — soon to be former — pilot is making a mess of things at the refreshment table." And with that, he disappeared into the crowd.

Chloe watched him go laughing to her self slightly. She wondered if he kissed his mother with that mouth. Smiling she got herself another glass of punch and continued to enjoy the rest of the party.

=/\= End Log /\=

Lieutenant Chloe Ebonheart
Security Officer
USS Vindicator

Noah Waterhouse
Pastafarian Minister and Artist
apb Pond

 

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