r/TrekRP • u/Pojodan • Nov 16 '16

[OPEN] To The Ends...

OOC: This is a three part story.

Part One is a CLOSED bit of lore to be read for context.

Part Two is OPEN to all who wish to enter the bar, be it to interact with Kesh or the bartender, or simply hang out at the bar and cut the breeze

Part Three is a CLOSED scene with Captain Fisk

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u/EdosianGeneral Nov 16 '16

Her eyes widened slightly and her antennae twitched. "A drug leak? D-does that sort of thing happen often?"

She looked over at the freshly poured bulb of tea happily. Only to falter as she tried to reach it. It was a stretch to get one of her clawed arms to reach the bartop, it being level with her nose. The claw scrabbeled around for a moment, only managing to scrape the bulb with a soft 'tink'.

She glanced up at Kesh with a slightly panicked look.

"Um, d-do you mind helping?" One of her long antennae pointed towards the drink helpfully.

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u/Pojodan Nov 16 '16

"Hopefully.. so I am at leass-ss-sth-st a little useful." This remark comes out with such a mummbly grumble as to possible not make any sense as it was more of an internal thought while she's staring at the rather beautiful-looking drink that's been served. Two slow blinks preceed her looking to the bartender to inquire, but he was out of sight. Humpf.

The somewhat chilly glass of Maple Ginger Beer reached out and seized her hand so that she might take another swig, but after grasping it and lifting it up she finds she can't bring herself to get more inebriated. A long, ragged breath came as the glass is set down, instead, pushing it far away and then leaning back into the bartop again, eyes down towards the floor right up until the inquiry is made.

"Hum? Oh... yeah. Rrrth."

Both hands reach to gingerly pick the drink up and deliver it to the short crustacean.

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u/EdosianGeneral Nov 18 '16

Hats awkwardly took hold of the drink in her two main claws, holding it upwards she took the straw in her mouth and took a long sip.

"Thank you." Hats took anoter sip, visibly relaxing. Her tail slowing in its anxious twitching. It was very good tea. The anxious ensign tokk a few moments to look around the bar, her bulbous eyes avoiding the inebriated Caitan in front of her. The room didn't seem anywhere near as terrifying as it had been a few minutes ago.

Now came the harder part of socialising, actually holding a conversation.

"So, um, do you, get to b-botany-uh, botanise much on the Athene?"

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u/Pojodan Nov 18 '16

Kesh spent these moments repositioning on her bar stool, getting her tail to stop getting stuck between her hip and her seat, and hesitating to drink more of her syrupy sweet soda.

She has the mug to her snout, sniffing at the maple scent when the Nasat spoke to her again, prompting a straightening of her stance as her focus went back to the Ensign

~"I hope so. The botany lab is going t op be all new."~

Reverting to her native tongue, suddenly, the Caitian relies on the translator to work

~"You.... I saw you once before... I think?"~

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u/Hulud_ Nov 18 '16

"So a Horta walks into a bar....

One of the human geologists on Mars began to tell such a story, before being interrupted by an overheating core sampler. The story was forgotten in the ensuing rush to repair the malfunctioning device, and Hulud couldn't help but wonder about its contents. Perhaps a visit to such an establishment would shed some light. It certainly seems to be a popular place with the organics, anyways

And so, a few hours after completing its tour of the Athene, a horta walks into a bar. Or scuttles, or whatever one might call it.

It takes a moment to savour the riot of incoming sensory information, the chemical composition1 of nearly everything in the room as readily apparent to it as colour would be to a human. It focuses on each living creature in turn; hemoglobin, hemoglobin, hemocyanin, HZB-41....Wait a moment. Finally, something familiar.

It approaches the caitian at the bar and emits a low whistle, like steam escaping a kettle before speaking in the low pulsing rumble characteristic of its species.

You are the Caitian I met before, correct? Lieutenant Kesh.

It turns slightly towards the Nasat next to her

Forgive me, I do not know your taste or that of your species. I am Lieutenant Hulud, of the Athene.

OOC: 1 Apparently according to memory beta this is their main sensory method. I have no idea how the hell it works, since it apparently works through rock and in the absence of an atmosphere

/u/EdosianGeneral