LT Tamio K'Wara - A Duet of Silver and Technicolor

[LT Tamio K'Wara]

(( Tamio K'Wara's Quarters - Deck 3, Compartment 1696, USS Artemis-A ))

If one had to put a label on Tamio K’Wara’s quarters, that label would be either ‘bloody mess’ or ‘mildly disorganized’, depending on your preferences in floor decor. Of course, if you considered decor distinctly non-floor appropriate, you’d likely think their quarters unlivable. Over there, a small stack of PADDs of indeterminate origin; over there, a large canvas with a half-finished painting only half-dry; over there, a blanket that had been carelessly discarded at some point in the past week, and over there was an empty wine glass that Tamio had completely forgotten to put back in the replicator.

Their couch, by comparison, was notably clutter-free. What that told one of Tamio’s seating preferences was pretty obvious.

Within their bedroom, Tamio had just exited the sonic shower after another shift of PADD-hell and was trying to determine what way they intended to celebrate their freedom. On one hand, they could dress for a calm evening in Elysium, just a nice drink and a friendly chat with that beautiful Starflirt representative who liked to make the place her haunt. On the other hand, they could dress to impress, head down to Ferenginar? Or they could simply remain in their loose flowing pajamas and have a quiet night for once, finish some art projects...

Then, there was a chime at the door, and they readily discarded their conundrum. Perhaps the answer had chosen to come knocking?

K'Wara: Ye- ::blinks:: Ava?

Tamio looked at the taller woman with a brief moment of confusion. Then, after a quick glance at her attire and the mischievous smile on her handsome face, their surprise was replaced by a friendly grin. Could it be? Was this the timely rescue from five more minutes of grueling decisionmaking?

Munro: I'm fairly certain you owe me, Tamio K'Wara. When we first met we had to postpone our night out, if you remember? :: smiles earnestly :: I even wore something that kind of sparkles? Is that growth on my part?

Tamio gave a small applause as they nodded eagerly.

K'Wara: In my professional opinion, sparkles are the solution to every problem, Ava. Still too monochrome for my tastes, but I’m not going to downplay genuine growth. ::gestures for Ava to follow them into the quarters:: So, are you here to do a Feng Shui Evaluation of the new Chief’s interior decorating, or?

Ava played ball with a cheerfulness to her that Tamio hadn’t had much chance to see, but one that they found a vast improvement over the secretly brooding woman they’d first met on Starbase 118.

Munro: I'm not here on official duty. :: jovial :: Unofficially I hereby promote and designate you my new fun friend. Do you care to accept this prestigious title? 

K'Wara: Two promotions in one shore leave, Ava? Your charity is boundless. ::smiles:: But this one, I shan’t utter a complaint about, I promise.

Tamio leaned against the edge of the armrest of their couch, watching Ava with amusement. It was a shame she continued to exist in monochrome, even if it was sparkling, but on the other hand, meant they had more colorful options to play with themself.

K’Wara: A night out to inaugurate our cemented friendship then?

Munro: Picture this :: points to herself :: Me. Friend, not XO. :: points to Tamio :: My new fun friend. A planet that never sleeps, with an endless giant neon sunrise, and a festival that never ends.

Tamio watched with barely concealed glee as Ava’s elaborate explanation continued.

Munro: Floating platforms drift between clubs, bars, rec centres, theatres, museums, galleries and just about anything :: raises her finger :: And the best spa to relax in when you can't move your legs anymore because you've danced so hard :: pause :: What would you say if I asked you to pack a bag for 3 days? 

K'Wara: Am I dressing to impress for 3 days straight, or will a modicum of personal hygiene be allowed in-between the dancing?

Munro: Response

K’Wara: Why, Ava, you’re practically speaking my language.

Munro: Response?

Tamio moved into their bedroom with haste and fell into a routine that they had practiced most rigorously as a young Ensign barely out of the Academy and stationed in the Trinity Sector. Starbase 118 offered the best bar crawl sites, though that admittedly an opinion heavily influenced by the rose glasses of youth. The outfit was first, of course, and within minutes, Tamio was dressed in a skintight technicolor romper that seemed to shift color nuance as they moved, the color clearly visible through the loops of the chunky synthchain bolero worn on-top.

Who knew faux chainmail could be fashion?

Then, with a quick swipe of their mirror, they decided on a color palette for their make-up and soon they appeared in the door leading to the living room with a bag over one shoulder and their height disadvantage addressed ever-so-slightly by high-heeled boots.

K’Wara: Just so we’re clear on my expectations, I will accept no club with less colors in their interior decorating than I’m currently wearing.

All things considered, Tamio was practically restrained, with the make-up framing their felinoid eyes all sparkly silver and monochrome rhinestones.

The sacrifices you make to complement the minimum artistic growth of new friends. They should be given an award, frankly.

Munro: Response

K’Wara: It’s a gift. Now, are we catching a commercial shuttle or are we riding in style?

The illusion of choice was important here. It was always important to make Ava feel like her choice mattered in this regard, even if the only correct choice, and the only one Tamio would accept, was riding in style, even if they had to abuse Chief privileges to requisition a proper shuttle.

Munro: Response

TAG/TBC

LT Tamio K’Wara

Chief of Operations

USS Artemis-A
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