Lt Alex Storm: Mushroom Flavored Shake?!?

[Karen Morris]

(( Quarters 1418 - Deck 3 - USS Artemis-A ))

Alex knew exactly what she wanted. Tarsan had forgotten. It was simple - so easy even a grown woman could remember it. A chocolate shake.

Storm:  And don’t forget the lid and the straw.

Tarsan: I know, I know.

He had, in fact, completely forgotten the lid and the straw.

oO He does know that he’s not the only Betazoid in the room, right? And he’s projecting. Oo  But she said nothing aloud.

Tarsan: Chocolate shake with lid and straw.

Alex listened to the - almost normal sounding - whirr of the replicator.  It lit up like normal and a cup with a lid and a straw materialized.

Storm: Verdict, your honor?

Tarsan: I think… I think we’re looking good!

Storm: I don’t want any wash-back or I’d have you give it a test run.

Tarsan: As far as I can tell, all normal!

He held the drink out towards Alex hopefully. Instead, Alex gestured with her finger to the spot right in front of her face where she wouldn’t have to move anything, except maybe her head - and even then only a slight movement would be required.

Once it was in the right position, she moved her lips over and took a small sip of the liquid.  Its chocolatey goodness was divine.  She closed her eyes.  If she hadn’t been feeling mischievous, she would have sighed with delight.  Instead, she swallowed and sputtered.

Storm: What is this?!?  Mushroom flavored?

Alex started inching her hand up toward the cup.  It was only several inches away, but every inch hurt each muscle in her arm and shoulder blade.

Tarsan:  Response

Alex started sputtering.

Storm:  I’m allergic to mushrooms.  ((OOC: Don’t tell Jeff!))  Are you trying to poison me?

The tips of her fingers finally touched the cup.  It took another deliberate push of her already tormented bicep, tricep, and deltoid to grasp the cold beverage.

Tarsan: Response

Her tone dropped, and her voice took on a deadly sharpness. Her eyes drew together, and she glared at him.

Storm:  Don’t - you - dare - touch the cup.  

Then, breaking character, she laughed, and her entire countenance lit up.

Storm:  You should see the look on your face!

Tarsan: Response

Storm:  I’m pulling your leg without lifting a finger.  Okay.  I did move my arm, so that’s not technically true.  But this shake is…delightful.  Thank you, Ensign.

Tarsan: Response

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Tags / TBC!

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Lt Alex Storm

Tactical Officer

USS Artemis

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