From: Teddy Owens (simplisticvalues_at_yahoo.com)
Date: Mon Jul 21 2008 - 22:47:31 PDT
“First Meetings”
(Continued from “Ephemera”)
Location: GS2
Scene: Promenade à Illogical Eatery
Stardate: [2.8]0722.0141
Strolling slowly, the newly minted Security officer perked a brow, “What brings you up so early.”
“I have a duty shift soon, being Chief of Science comes with its up and downs. Plus the promenade is relatively quite and empty at this time, so it gives me an opportunity to exercise outside of the holodeck,” Thomas said turning his head slightly looking from the corner of his eyes before realizing he was talking about exercising on the promenade which could lead to something he did not feel like discussing and jumped to another subject, “so tell me Ensign why the spy like entrance onto the station. The rest of the senior staff would have been advised of your presence if Ops new you were coming this soon.”
"I am due on the station at 0800 hours. But once I 'arrive' I have a full twelve hours of meetings, introductions, debriefings and the like. Logic dictated that a few hours undisturbed to understand the station was the most beneficial option and thus I arranged for an earlier transport,” she perked a brow at the end and turned her dark, unreadable eyes to him
Nodding Thomas chuckled softly the logical thoughts of a Vulcan fit the sterile and grey environment of a Starfleet station or vessel. Breathing deeply Thomas turned his head to watch her before motioning to the entrance of the totally empty restaurant, “I believe we are here, and look there’s a table open lucky us.”
She scanned the restaurant evenly. "There appears to be an entire restaurant open. Perhaps it is not so much a matter of fortune, but of proper timing." She gave a short, unemotional nod of her head before following the waiter and slipping into a seat across from Thomas. "Have you eaten here before?"
Shaking his head slowly Thomas looked around interested in the room, “Unfortunately, with the time I’ve been on GATEWAY, I haven’t had the opportunity for much of anything.” In all truth Thomas remained to himself due being a bit of a recluse.
A soft hint of curiosity, and perhaps empathy flitted through her eyes, “You have transferred here recently.”
Thomas took a sip of his drink that the waiter brought before almost spitting out, "Not exactly, but it seems like I’m still getting to know the station everyday. I hope that you have a bit of stress relief time between or after all those boring debriefings and official business."
"It would not be logical to work without respite." She replied evenly, scanning the menu. "So, yes I have free time planned."
Thomas slowly put his glass down before examining the comment more than he really should have. Thomas has been around many Vulcans and has been friends with many of them or at least and acquaintance and the normal logical response was cryptic and not sarcastic in the end. The addition of the so yes I have free time planned was something that took Thomas off guard but he just looked at her keeping.
If there was something implied, the Security officer did not show it. "Traditional Vulcan fare is not often found this far from our home world. I, myself favor the Plan t'raln. It is an egg dish. I can make suggestions if you are unfamiliar with the cuisine." She added lightly, accepting water from the server.
Chuckling once Thomas just shook his head, "Thank you but I believe I can muttle my way through, but if I order something like eyeballs and brains be sure to let me know." Placing the menu down Thomas looked to the waiter who was waiting. Motioning with his hand he smiled, "Ladies first."
"Vulcans are, by and large, a vegetarian species. Eyeballs and brains are not the order of the day." her eyes glittered a bit before ordering "Plan t'ran, mokal, Green tea, Raktajino."
Thomas just smiled and nodded to the waiter, "I'll have the same please, but I would like just Orange Juice please." Turning back to her Thomas breathed in deeply before narrowing his eyes hearing the comment of a cook asking if bird seed should be mixed into the dish. It was at that moment Thomas slowly began to tap his fingers on the table but try to hide his growing aggravation at the comment.
She perked her head to the side and perked a brow “Bird-seed? That is rather illogical." Turning back towards Thomas her dark eyes cast a question, but with the shrouded Vulcan sense that it didn’t require an urgent answer.
Thomas' eyes slowly began to change from their blue color to a slight red as he breathed deeply, "A comment that he believed to be humorous but evidently it was not."
As the drinks were brought, she drew the raktajino towards her and sampled it. "It seems that many species indulge in off color humor simply to mask their fear or weaknesses when faced by adversity. It reflects poorly on them, not you." She took another sip of the Klingon coffee. "Vulcans do not master the art of Klingon coffee well." she added as an unrelated afterthought.
Nodding Thomas took his Orange Juice and begins to sip it, "then why buy it, wouldn't logic dictate that its a frivolous and irrelevant activity?"
"The chef is an Antolian." She gestured to the man behind the counter. "They are a peaceful species, but they have replaced warring with arguing in their culture. Many species ruled by emotions use words to wound rather than weapons, even Vulcans, for some it is seem as the civilized way to fight."
"Oh, the coffee..." She remarked, obviously thinking he had been asking about the more serious topic of discussion. "One always has hoped that there is a possibility of good Raktajino. Perhaps there is a Klingon eatery on this promenade. Still, it is better than replicated."
Thomas couldn't quite put his thumb on it, but there was something below the surface here. As the small alarm he set to let him know thirty minutes before his shift began began to sound Thomas stood softly finishing his Orange Juice and leaving the amount for his food on the table he nodded softly, "Well Ensign it has been quite an illuminating experience, but I must take my leave."
"I wish you well on your duty rotation, Lieutenant" She gave a small nod.
Returning the nod Thomas turned and walked from the restaurant heading away from the nearest turbolift but towards the nearest floor opening as he needed time to stretch the muscles in his wings quickly before more people came onto the promenade.
Sardra sat back, watching the young man leave, and wondering just what had caused such an unusual reaction to the wings he tried so hard to hide. Perhaps it was because she had worked with avian species on the POSEIDON, perhaps it was just that a nagging part of logic dictated that in a universe with an increasing number of alien species, old held prejudices should not linger on, and yet they still did. She sighed a bit and started to eat; watching the ebb and flow of the Promenade.
NRPG: Well here yah go people.
Joint post between
Jamie LeBlanc
Ensign Sardra Vol
Chief Security Officer
GS2
&
Civillian Zel Rohan
Irredeemable Pain in the Ass (yes, that’s a job title…)
GS2
&
Justin Owens
Lieutenant Thomas Varn
Chief of Science
GS2
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