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Putting on a Logical Top Hat (Tag XO)

Posted Sept. 12, 2022, 12:06 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander T’Aria (XO / Navigation Officer) (Trin S)

Posted by Lieutenant Symar (Chief Medical Officer) in Putting on a Logical Top Hat (Tag XO)

Posted by Lieutenant Symar (Chief Medical Officer) in Putting on a Logical Top Hat (Tag XO)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander T’Aria (XO / Navigation Officer) in Putting on a Logical Top Hat (Tag XO)
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I am going to need a little more than that… T’Aria thought, briefly forgetting the fluidity between reality and thought in this world.

His words, unlike the vivid recollection of his unconsented role in Nyrax’s nefarious plan, were vague. T’Aria tried to decipher their meaning, but ‘emotionally’ was a broad word, used to describe a spectrum of feelings. He would not have confided in her if he felt negatively toward her, so there went one side the spectrum, but there was still another.

They shared a mutual trust, deep enough for vulnerability, so it was more than aquaintanceship. A kinship, perhaps? T’Aria examined the lines between siblinghood, friendship and affection… but it was too much for her weary mind to handle.

Then, she laughed.

It was not derisive, nor spirited, but the kind of laugh born of awe and frustration and the brain’s inability to process everything happening without blending them into something wholly unrecognisable. So, it did the only thing it could to release all of that stress: it made her laugh.

And it was liberating.

“I am sorry…” she clamped a hand over her mouth, but spurts of laughter escaped through her fingers.

“I am not laughing at you,” T’Aria coughed, closing her eyes to take a sobering breath. “This is a lot to take in and I am not sure how to process it all. I feel like everything I thought I knew was wrong. That is not your fault, nor your responsibility, so please do not assume it. I just…” she sighed, “there are so many unknowns here and I would deeply appreciate some clarity. What do feel?”

— T’Aria

“I feel strongly that I care about you Comma- T’Aria,” Symar said, feeling a glint in his eye.

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

“Oh…” T’Aria relaxed as her heart ceased its assault on her abdomen, relieving the pressure that built to extremes at her temples. A hazy, disorienting sensation emerged in its place. She felt it before, but time tamed and moulded the emotion into reverence. This was stronger. Was it shon-ha’lock? No, it couldn’t be. Shon-ha’lock was spontaneous and all-consuming, and this felt gentle and slow-burning — like an ember, not a flame. “I care for you,” she admitted, “Symar.”

T’Aria embraced the silence that followed, but she didn’t look away.

“We should sever this meld,” she finally said, “before we exhaust ourselves beyond safe withdrawl.”

— T’Aria

“You’re right,” Symar glanced around and seemed to notice the walls around the constructed room they were in starting to wobble, “After you.”

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

T’Aria took a grounding breath that eased her mind into wakefulness as she embraced the sensory data her subconscious tuned out. Her temples ached in the warm, arid air that wafted through her quarters with a hint of sandalwood. She leaned into the aroma until she heard not the profound silence of their tangled minds, but the distant rumble of Chernov‘s engines. That was her cue. T’Aria tugged at the bond until it snapped like a frayed string, freeing them from their meld.

Her eyes peeled open as she gently coaxed his fingers from her face, carefully observing him.

— T’Aria

Symar slowly opened his eyes and let out a sigh that he’d seemed to be holding in since they began, “That… felt liberating.”

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

“You seem… lighter,” T’Aria tilted her head, watching as pent-up tension drained with his sigh. Her mind felt cluttered and tired, but she sensed a lightness that reinvigorated her, if just for a moment, when he voiced his relief. Sighing, she briefly tore away her gaze to consult the chronometer and asked, “how are you feeling? Physically.”

— T’Aria

“Honestly,” he chuckled, “Tired, very tired.”

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

BUMP

-Kieron-

“Of course,” T’Aria rose and offered her arm to help him to his feet, “you need rest.”

Mind-melds forged a telepathic bridge between their brains, drawing energy from their bodies to reinforce and prevent the dangers of telepathic deterioration. She did not doubt that he was tired – exhausted, even – as he invested the most.

“I can accompany you to your quarters,” she added in veiled admission of her concern, “unless you feel well enough?”

— T’Aria

“I’ll be honest Commander, I’d appreciate the company.” Symar held onto T’Aria and rose tentitively to his feet, “Would you care to spend the evening with me?”

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

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-Kieron-

T’Aria grasped his arm until he was firmly on his feet, then stepped to a comfortable distance, hesitance touching her temples in noticeable wrinkles. Was she ready to spend the evening with him? A few hours together seemed minor now that they knew the depths of the other’s mind. But did she have the mental capacity for this?

“On one condition,” she agreed, “call me ‘T’Aria’. ‘Commander’ seems… inapprorpate at this juncture.”

“I suppose the question remains,” she glanced at her tapestry-adorned living space, “your quarters or mine?”

— T’Aria

“I can try and make around here more comfortable?” Symar said, resting a hand against the wall to rebalance his equilibrium.

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

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-Kieron-

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-Kieron-

OOC: You think we should start another thread for this?

-Kieron-

OOC: Sure! We can blend this into a new thread. :)
IC:
T’Aria relaxed, comforted by the thought of staying put with him. Here, they were safe from prying eyes and the inevitable gossip among the younger (at heart) crew. It was just them. And, for some reason she could not explain, that was awfully enticing. T’Aria shook the thought away when she noticed how he leaned against the wall.

“Come sit…” She touched his shoulder and lifted her hand to what would’ve been a standard couch, glass table and many beaded cushions. Their impromptu studio-making didn’t leave much of a sitting area, only a barren space with a makeshift platform, an inconspicuous pile and the two pillows they settled on for the meld. It was not exactly comfortable. T’Aria pursed her lips and glanced once more at Symar, “…are you hungry?”

— T’Aria

Symar hobbled over to the small couch and flopped backwards onto the seat, “Starving, any reccomendations?”

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

T’Aria chewed the inside of her cheek and glanced at her small kitchen area, equipped with a synthesiser, food preserver and some counterspace. Athough sustaining, the thought of bland multicoloured cubes did not appeal to her. There was also… “I have leftover falafel and Andorian cabbage soup. Unless you prefer something from the synthesiser?”

— T’Aria

“Synthesised food never quite has the same effect, but the soup sounds interesting.”

-Symar-

“Undoubtedly,” T’Aria hummed in what could’ve been misconstrued as a smug remark. Her expression melted into calm as she turned and retrieved the soup and a pair of hand-painted bowls from the cupboard. Soon, the small kitchen space was filled with earthy aromas and the soft clanking of utensils until she approached Symar with a bowl of steaming soup and a glass of water.

“Here,” she offered then settled beside him, “there is more on the counter if you are still hungry.”

— T’Aria, master re-heater

Symar took a heaping spoonful of the soup, which despite its lukewarm temperature, still came out quite flavourful. The mix of vegetables even gave a bit of a spicy after kick that the Chief wasn’t expecting, “I may have to get the recipe for this,” he wolfed the rest of the bowl down by drinking it directly.

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

OOC: We could always do a timejumped thread?

-Kieron-

OOC: Go for it. :) – Trin


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