LtJG Gila Sadar - From Monochrome to Technicolor
Gila Sadar
((( Flashback: 30 minutes earlier )))
(( Primary Sickbay - Deck 7, USS Artemis-A ))
MacKenzie: We should go! The fresh air will do you good.
Gila’s mind - ever preoccupied with the existential dread that accompanied a social encounter with Captain Addison MacKenzie - struggled to fully comprehend the implications of that sentence. It took a few seconds, with Gila stupidly repeating the first part of the Captain’s announcement, her eyes rapidly growing in size as she watched proverbial headlights forcing her onto a very concerning trajectory.
Sadar: ... G-Go? We? WE should go!?
Captain MacKenzie turned on her heels with minimal regard for the Mizarian Doctor’s obvious confusion and discomfort, her choice made and her steamrolling drive already propelling her to her next objective.
MacKenzie: Come along, Lieutenant!
Gila’s legs responded quickly, shuffling forward at a hurried pace as she attempted to make the Captain see reason.
Sadar: B-But Sir, s-surely you have-
MacKenzie: I have FUN! And soon, you’ll have fun, too. Now, move it or lose it.
Numerous of the other staff on duty in Sickbay were treated to a humorous visual, as a clearly very amused Captain MacKenzie led a very dejected Mizarian out of Sickbay.
Sadar: ::deflated discontent:: Yes Sir...
(((Present Time)))
(( Entrance Foyer - Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City, Earth ))
oO From now on, I’ll run if I see her. I promise you, Captain, you’ll think you’ve left me behind on Earth and have no clue I’m even on the Ship! Oo
As Gila’s mind busily concocted schemes to avoid situations such as the present one from repeating itself, her eyes skirted around the large foyer leading into the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Evidently few young people had been in the Museum during Frontier Day - likely stuck at home watching the celebrations on the news - as any evidence of combat damage was negligible at best. Gila was certain that the Museum would be back to pristine condition in short order.
Sadar: I-It’s in a surprisingly good condition, considering... And packed.
MacKenzie: It could be far worse, that’s for sure.
Gila looked around the multitude of archways leading further into the Museum, and felt herself struggle. Thankfully, Captain MacKenzie seemed to know where she wanted to go, as she waved for Gila to follow towards one of the archways and into the first exhibition hall. And despite her unwillingness to be a participant in this outing - and the remaining anxiety that resulted from the close proximity to the Captain - Gila’s brain instantly switched tracks when she saw the exhibition they started with.
Ancient Egypt.
MacKenzie: The art in this room all comes from an area of Earth called Egypt. Some of the art here is over 300,000 years old.
Sadar: Th- Three hundred...
That number was staggering. Of course, Gila realized that many alien species had recorded history that far predated their modern civilizations, but it was still a mind-boggling number to associate with these relics.
MacKenzie: Sometimes it’s hard to fathom how old some of these items are…
Gila joined the Captain at a platform holding a smaller statue, very decorated - as was most of the exhibits in the hall - and sporting a particular style of adornment that seemed relatively uniform. She presumed that this was some sort of uniform or ceremonial dress in usage by the ruling caste.
Sadar: ::peers at the statue:: It’s... Awe-inspiring.
MacKenzie: Do the Mizarians conceptualize art in this way? I must admit, I don’t know much about your people’s culture.
Gila felt the clammy cold set in around her nuchal folds almost immediately, and her shoulders performed an involuntary shudder to rid her of the uncomfortable sensation. And yet, it was difficult for her to resist the allure of the myriad of colors and impressions contained within the multiple exhibits.
Sadar: Oh, uhh... W-We don’t- That is... ::looks with awe at the colorful exhibits:: M-Mizarian ‘art’ is very, lackluster. It’s to inspire calm and serenity, it’s not made to evoke wonder or- What’s that?
Gila pointed towards one of the nearby exhibits, a large square of bluish-green tiling, a shade reminiscent of aquatic foliage made of stone. It felt simultaneously nostalgic and exotic to see architectural evidence in such an evocative shade.
MacKenzie: Response
Approaching to look at the information plaque, Gila blinked as she realized that teh tiles were wall tiles from a king’s funerary apartments. Her sense of nostalgia was readily explained, however, as she realized that King Djoser had commanded that the walls be designed to resemble the reed matting from his palace. The tiles were in a wide variety of tones ranging from a faded cerulean blue to lime green to ocher, and Gila watched the interplay with awe.
oO Kolya would love this place Oo
Sadar: ... Such brilliant colors, for a dead man… He must have been a great King.
MacKenzie: Response
Sadar: Hmm... ::eyes wander:: Have you been here before, Sir? You seem familiar with the exhibits.
MacKenzie: Response
TAGS/TBC
LtJG Gila Sadar
Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
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