Posted Feb. 24, 2023, 12:20 p.m. by Lieutenant Siarram Ch'Thaanaq (Chief Engineer) (Lucas Foxley)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Brenna Neenna Atoded (Chief of Security) in side - sim: The After Party (Tag Ch’Thaanaq)
Posted by Lieutenant Siarram Ch’Thaanaq (Chief Engineer) in side - sim: The After Party (Tag Ch’Thaanaq)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Brenna Neenna Atoded (Chief of Security) in side - sim: The After Party (Tag Ch’Thaanaq)
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Brenna looked at Siarram. “And that is my cue to leave. Headache won’t get better hanging out here.” Glancing around she saw Krex all the way across the room and waved politely. She wasn’t going to attempt to make a path across the entire place.Atoded, CoS
“I agree.” Siarram made a face. “Body shots…” He mumbled something in what must have been Andorian. “Let’s go… Uh, do you want to go to your quarters or sickbay, or…? He looked at Brenna as he made his way to the door with her.
~ Lt Ch’thaanaq, CE
Brenna moved out into the corridor and took a deep breath of the much cooler air and lack of press of bodies. She smirked up at him, “Oh no, anywhere is fine, and no need for sickbay.” Brenna moved back down the hall, “It’s my own fault. Working extra hours on side projects and such. I am usually much more careful about shielding myself. Alcohol affects the body and the mind, and telepaths can pick up on that. It is not a pleasant sensation.”
Atoded
Siarram grunted, suddenly glad that was a sense he did not have. “I can’t imagine it would be…” He led her down the hallway. “Your quarters, then?” He asked as he headed towards the lift, needing to know which deck to go to.
~ Siarram
It really was not. Brenna rubbed her hand back and forth across her forehead. “Yes that would be fine.” Brenna stepped into the lift and took the time to breathe and re-center herself. “Thank you for walking with me.”
Atoded
Siarram shrugged. “No problem.” The doors opened and he stepped off with her. “I wasn’t interested in staying at the party anyway. I don’t enjoy the company of drunk people.”
~ Lt Ch’Thaanaq, CE
Brenna nodded as she walked. “Neither do I. I have never understood why people prefer to have their senses altered.” She shrugged, “Given the success of the liquor trade, I suppose I am in the minority.” She slowed as they came to her door. She looked up at him and smiled. “Would you like to come in? Something more palatable tha. Replicated gagh and nonalcoholic?”
Atoded
“Then we are in the minority together,” Siarram commented, shrugging. “Perhaps it’s because of my Vulcan side, but even when I do partake, it has little effect on me. I don’t see the draw of being altered in such away, at any rate.” He looked down at her, then at the door, then down the hallway, then shrugged and nodded. “Alright, why not?”
~ Siarram
Brenna opened the door and was immediately greeted by three very happy K-9s. They turned circles in front of her, nosing her hands for attention as she shooed them out of the way. She pet each and then they turned their attention on Siarram and stood as if waiting to see if he wanted the same greeting.
He looked at them questioningly, as if unsure, but then bent down and pet one of them, and ended up giving attention to all three of them.
When Siarram was finished they all padded back to their beds and laid quietly. Brenna replicated three big dog biscuits and gave one to each of them.
“What would you prefer to drink?” She asked as she went to the replicator. She had some personal recipes. The first two were from Betazed: sliced hillrep (a native fruit) and Kimden rolls with Espra cheese. The other two were Vulcan: ulan soup and vranto salad. “My mentor was fond of these and a great programmer. She gave me the replicator pattern for them. I hope this is okay,” Brenna told him as she carried the tray over and sat it on the table.
Brenna
“I’ll try the Kimden rolls.” Siarram replied, feeling adventurous. “Ulan soup was my father’s favorite, though.” He sat down with her. “It is fine.” He grinned and shook his head, “Better than the Captain, anyway.”
~ Siarram
Brenna set bowls and dishes in front of both of then before she sat. “Oh? What happened?”
Brenna
“It’s no big deal, honestly. Remember that day in the gym? I had been invited to have lunch with the Captain.” Siarram replied, but in contrast with his words, his fists clenched on the table. “Only for him to insult my heritage!” He growled in a display of Andorian anger, his fist banging the table.
~ Siarram
Brenna’s eyebrow rose, not from his anger but the event. “That seems…ill advised and unprofessional, especially of a Captain.” Brenna lifted the bowl of soup letting go the heat warm her hands before beginning to eat. “Personally I think your heritage is vastly unique and yours alone to decide if you are proud or not. No one else’s business.”
Atoded
Siarram took a deep breath to try and calm himself. “Not because it’s mixed, but Vulcans specifically he called something like mindless robots and I took offense on behalf of my father’s side of the family.” He spat the word robots like it disgusted him to say. He sampled the food cautiously, found it acceptable, and took a larger bite. “These are good.”
~ Siarram
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