Here Is To Those Who Never Run
Here is to those who never run.
Summary: A meeting in the crew lounge turns into an appreciation for the Colonial Marines.
Date: PHD015
Related Logs: Exercise for the Soul
Players:
Aaron..Matto..Willem..Eileithyia..Castor..

After time to freshen up both Castor and Eileithyia arrive in the General Lounge. In Castor's hand is a bottle of Aquarian rum that is now half empty. He points to a table, "How about that one there."

Aaron is kicked back on one of the fake-leather couches with a lot of ducttape all over it to keep the stuffing from pouring out. He's got his feet up on the table and a horrible smelling cigar in his mouth which he's rolling back and forth as he thumbs through a small book he has on his propped up knee. He's writing down bits of lines in the book, seemingly wrapped up in this action. A bottle of blue Picon Brandy is sitting on the table in front of him with a glass, it has not been opened yet.

Eileithyia watches. She takes a moment to change chairs and goes to settle against Aaron on the couch. "A Book, a cigar and an unopened bottle…" she rolls her eyes before licking her lip and finally opens the bottle.

Castor grins as he says, "A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and you at my side…" He then reaches in his pocket and pulls out two cigars that need cutting, "Eileithyia you want one, these are a Aquarian blend, maybe not as high quality as Caprica. Those these were grown in the ground and made by hand as opposed to grown in a hydoponics lab and packed by a machine." He reaches into another pocket and pulls out a cutter as well as a zippo lighter.

Eileithyia says, "Ohhs." She seems a little more curious. "Sure, I've never actually smoked one, though now I am interested. Made by hand huh…" she pauses and seems take aback by the statement. "Are you flirting with me?" she asks bluntly, looking somewhere between confused and surprised."

"Ohhs." She seems a little more curious. "Sure, I've never actually smoked one, though now I am interested. Made by hand huh…" she pauses and seems take aback by the statement. "Are you flirting with me?" she asks bluntly, looking somewhere between confused and surprised.

Aaron feels the weight of the couch move as she flops down next to him and shift the cigar to the side of his mouth away from her and exhales a defensive cloud of smoke, reflex, really, I mean it. The acrid smoke forms a semi-smoke blue cloud around the couch and he raises an eyebrow on the left side of his face, his scar distorting the look some due to limited flexibility on his skin. He glances at the back and forth between Tin and Eilie and does not comment on it, he just takes another puff on his cigar as she reaches for the bottle. "Careful soldier, that's Picon brandy. Not for the unprepared." He mutters in that rough, gravel-filled voice of his.

Aaron feels the weight of the couch move as she flops down next to him and shift the cigar to the side of his mouth away from her and exhales a defensive cloud of smoke, reflex, really, I mean it. The acrid smoke forms a semi-smoke blue cloud around the couch and he raises an eyebrow on the left side of his face, his scar distorting the look some due to limited flexibility on his skin. He glances at the back and forth between Tin and Eilie and does not comment on it, he just takes another puff on his cigar as she reaches for the bottle. "Careful soldier, that's Picon brandy. Not for the unprepared." He mutters in that rough, gravel-filled voice of his.

Castor takes a cigar and cuts the tip off for her and then hands the lighter and the cigar to Elieithyia, "When you light the cigar, hold the flame about this…." he motions with his hands, "far apart. Roll the cigar in your mouth while you light it for an even burn. Oh, and do NOT inhale it like a cigarette or else you will get sick. Just draw the smoke into your mouth and let it go." He then responds to the second charge, "Flirting? Hm. Right now, I'm just enjoying this time. Why, did you want me to flirt?" He asks in a tone that is hard to tell what he really means. He looks at Aaron, "I've got an open bottle of Aquarian rum I'd be willing to share with you all."

Eileithyia smirks at Castor. "I don't know it just sounded like a flirt. " she looks at the cigar. "Do not inhale, well that shouldn't be a problem, persay, but then how am I suppose to breath if I can't inhale."

Kisseus settles a gummybear on top of his thumbnail, and, flicking it into the air, a spot of orange, he looks up at it, moving his head in a subtly shifting circle, positions himself to catch it in his mouth with a plop as it comes down. NOMNOMNOM!

Aaron just rolls his eyes a little, almost being subtle. Damn officers all around him, nothing he can do. Your flanked in solder, just keep your head down and wait for evac. He rolls that old, acrid smelling cigar which is half burned down in his wrinkled lips and exhales another puff of the horrid smoke. He pulls it out and taps the ash into a torn in half soda-can he got from the rubbish bin. See, he recycles! He glances back and forth, on the offer of rum he smirks a little. "No *sir* .. wouldn't want to deprive you of your .. drink." He says respectfully but full of loving jest, a rare skill in the marine core. "If I wanted Aquarium Rum I'll just mix some MRE drink mix into some water on the ship, it's close enough." He adds in that rock-grinder voice of his.

Castor looks at Eileithyia and smirks back, "Well, Aquarian men are like the sea, you never know what we will do. As for the cigar, puff on it, don't take it into your lungs. It isn't a cigarette." He then looks over at Aaron and then says, "Soldier, I'd pretend you didn't say that…" there is a certain gravity in his voice as he says this and looks Aaron in the eye with a grave look and then he grins from ear to ear, "But yeah Aquarium rum isn't the finest for all tastes but it is what I grew up on. If you want some your welcome to it. Relax, in this room rank means nothing, unless the Commander walks in and then we are all in trouble." He pats himself down, "I've got another cigar if you can stomach the Aquarian stuff."

Eileithyia nods. She observes the others and does attempt to practice on the unlit cigar seeming more confused by the concept than anything, though perhaps it was because she was a med student. She smiles. "Well I suppose a little rum couldn't hurt.

Matto flicks another bear into the air, more confidently, this time, eyes closing and jaws gaping as he tilts his head back like a baby bird. Plop. HACK! His aim's too good. That one almost went stright down his windpipe. He coughs a few more times, chuckling and chewing on the gummy.

A frazzled-looking Wil has a notebook tucked under his arm. A small one, looking to be used to collect writings more than anything else. The top of his Blues jacket is a bit undone, although isn't at the point where it's hanging free, and his free hand sways a bit before he props it languidly in his pocket. Overall, his expression is blank, weary, gaze focused straight ahead.

Aaron raises an eyebrow and he just shrugs a little. "Now I'll not turn down a Aquarian Cigar, it's one thing you people actually do well." And he pulls out that dime-store bit of crap he has in his mouth and puts it out on the tin can. "Not a bad blend, don't get to many of them where I live. I guess none of us are getting any more period eh?" And he leans forward, his book falling closed. No label on the spine at all, looks like just a journal. He extends his right hand for the cigar offered by the young pilot with a smirk, his hand has tons of burned flesh all over it, scarred and repaired from a life of working on the front. He also wears a acadamy class ring.. yet.. he's not an officer.

Castor shakes Aaron's hand noticing the flesh but not reacting negatively in any way and hands over the cigar as well, "Well, we do alright with our fishing and our cigar. To be honest the rum is so good only because we mix it so much for the tourists but I like it. As for the cigars….I've got a few left and I don't mind sharing with shipmates." He then looks over at Matto, "Good one. See if you can get the next one higher." He then hands the rum over to Elieithyia and after he lights his cigar in example. "Try it if you don't like it let me know." Castor looks over at Wil and notices the notebook giving a thumbs up to the man.

Eileithyia hands the cigar back to Castor. "I don't think I can." she whispers. She takes he rum and does pour herself a cup, nursing careffuly as she drinks, clearly this young woman's not a drinker…

Matto grins at Castor, shaking his head, "Strive not with the Gods on high," he chuckles as he quotes from scripture, standing up, instead, and heading over, "What, more booze?"
Finally, his shoulders lolling back a little and catching Castor's gesture. "Guess it's better late than never." He finally calls out to the other pilot who's obviously corrupting both the old and the young with Aquarian treats. He edges over towards the area where they're all seated and blinks a bit. An obvious quick familiarity accompanies his gaze to both the other Viper jock and the older Marine. He lingers a little longer on Matto and finally Eileithyia. There's something just, well, for lack of a better word, cataloguing about his study of them both. He nods to himself a bit and finally speaks further. "Guess you didn't wait for that drink I owed you, eh?" This is said first to Castor, pointing at the man. To Aaron, he adds, "Good to see you're keeping some of our Wing honest, Gunny."
Eileithyia listens. She's quiet this time just simply drinking her drink with an observance a doctor has, as if listening to patients.

"You know me sir, a bastion of Morality and a pinical of protocol." Aaron mutters under his breath. Seizing the cigar from the offered hand he bites the tip off, spit it into the trash can about four feet away and he torches the end slowly with his lighter. He lights it correctly and then takes a slow drag off the dancing ember on it's tip, the glow increases and he exhales some slightly sweet smelling smoke. "Not bad young pilot, not bad at all." He mutters. With his free hand he snaps his book shut and then slips it back into his pants leg pocket on his BDU's. He tucks the pen in there as well and then slips his lighter back into his shirt pocket as he settles his gaze on the pilots. "So how many toasters you all expired?" He inquires in that rough, gravel-filled voice of his. The old man rolls the cigar in his mouth as he waits..

Castor looks at Matto, "Save the scripture, however, booze are always the most important thing." He then grins as he looks over at Wil, "No such thing as late, just, we are where we are." He looks at Elieithyia taking the cigar back, "Fair enough but if you change your mind let me know." He smiles warmly. He then looks over at over Aaron, "Zero to date. I haven't seen any on CAP. My name is Castor Leda, eltee jig, Viper pilot and you are?"

"That was an -ironic- scripture quotation," Matto replies, "I just meant if that gummy had any more velocity you'd still be trying to get me to cough it up," he chuckles, sidling up by Castor to try to sneak a nip of hooch, then lifting his hands helplessly to Aaron, "I'm just the cab driver," he notes. Raptor pilot, that is. "They don't put guns on those things. Thank god."

"Unknown. It was more of a mercy killing and I wasn't about to go arguing over that one. That 'last hit' thing was merely a technicality." Wil finally says, humbly, in response to Aaron's question. His lips draw into a half-grin. "We haven't seen too much." His nod is given to echo Castor's statement. He watches the silent Marine quietly as she starts digging into her drink but doesn't make any particular comments besides nodding. Leaning against the nearest support(as in, part of a wall structure) he adds further, "Sometimes scripture and booze go hand in hand. I heard somewhere on Virgon they started serving Ambrosia to pack the Temples. Besides Dionysius', that is. It worked..For a while. And backfired." Matto's comment does earn an interested nod as he points out, "Yeah. No guns, that might have been an oversight. Those missile payloads are something fierce, though."

Aaron just nods a little. "Well I am sure you'll get your chance soon enough." And he grunts a little as he sifts his massive weight on the couch. The springs groan in complaint to the weight of his body as he glances back over to the lone woman with an apologetic look for some reason and then back to the pilots. "Took at least ten that couldn't be repaired, I know I clipped a few others. That phase-grenade must have done some damage in that troop carrier of theirs." He mutters. "Most of that was on the Charblyis station.. " He coughs a little and winces, holding his side. He's already torn out his stitches twice and if he does so again the nurse threatened him with a restraint-jacket.

Castor gently takes his bottle back and pours a very big glass of the stuff before handing the bottle to Matto, "Share it with Wil okay." He stops and looks over and says, "And you aren't a taxi driver, it takes a lot of chutzpah to get in an unarmed Raptor so you can fly into combat situations and keep us updated in the air. You are all heroes in my book." He then winks at Matto. When he hears the word Charbydis station he turns to Aaron and pauses, "I remember you, I was trying to get on board after being reassigned to this ship." He then lowers his head, "Thank you." His words are soft, humble, and sincere. He then holds his glass to Aaron and lifts it, "To our Marines who fight through it all, through the blood, the pain, the struggle and all. To our Marines, so say we all." He then

"Khhaaire!" Matto adds, lifting up the bottle of booze with a traditional Leontinian toasting cheer, tapping glass where glass is to be tapped, giving Castor a soft smile at the wink.

"That's what gave us the 'free kill.'" Willem says towards Aaron as he crooks his head to one side, eyeing the man with some measure of surprise, his right eyelid quirking upwards. "Maybe we should get you a board and start making notches if that becomes a habit." His tone is doubtless approving though, there's no contention in this joke. He then peers towards the booze which has entered Matto's possession and adds, "So say we all." Firmly. "To our Marines. Wherever they may serve. Oh, and the..Raptor crews, too." Matto earns a wink at that one.

Aaron just mutters something under his breath shoving off the praise and just smirking a bit. "Ahh shutup you all.. we got a long hard road out of here, not a lot of us left." And he stands up. "Now me? I am going to his the rack, I need a bit of shut eye while I can still get it. You pilots enjoy yourself, that young man here can take my place.." He points at Castor. ".. And remember, you miss 100% of the shots you never take." And he smirks a bit, rolls the cigar in his lips and spits out smoke from his nostrils as he walks off humming the marine core hymn under his breath.

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