LT Tamio K'Wara - Minimalist where? Not here!

[LT Tamio K'Wara]

(( Tamio’s Quarters  - Compartment 16-96, Deck 3, USS Artemis-A ))

The insubordination could not stand. Tamio still recalled it with perfect clarity, and given time to reflect on it, it made it clear that there was a status of operation that had to be rectified immediately. Never, in their life, had they been called ‘minimalist’, and it was time to make a statement to the entirety of the Operations Department that Tamio K’Wara may be many things, but minimalist was certainly not one of them!

They finished a final touch-up of their hair as they listened to the local weather report. It was part of their shore leave routine - often, listening to local media had a way of getting you into the mindset - and for a place like Ferenginar, the weather report was a must.

Ferengi Weatheroddsman: =/\= - atmospheric conditions remain delightfully damp — perfect for closing deals indoors or partaking in some light windowshopping under the cover of the Shaded Roads. =/\=

Tamio smiled. The Shaded Roads... They hadn’t been there themself before, but they recalled that the place was supposed to be some kind of underground bazaar, so heady with spices and smoke from eateries that it was generally not recommended to alien tourists. Species less used to the insane humidity on Ferenginar would, of course, be driven insane by the unideal conditions of the underground bazaar, so tourist traps steered away from it, lest they go bankrupt from a lack of customers.

Which also meant it was exactly the kind of place to find some potentially peculiar finds.

Ferengi Weatheroddsman: =/\= - Be cautioned that today’s moisture levels may enhance lobe sensitivity, so proceed carefully when negotiating those final terms! And as always: no matter the weather, latinum never rusts. And now, to the odds for tomorrow's weather betting! May your profit outweigh the drizzle. =/\=

oO No drizzle where I’m going, but thanks. Oo

Satisfied that they knew the atmospheric conditions of their targeted outing, Tamio put together their outfit and coated their hair in a thin film of bioluminescent material, before heading to the transporter room. Seeing the Chief of Operations dressed in a large translucent bioplastic puffer jacket, a multi-layered blue shirt arrangement with belts and clasps in illogical places and magenta synth-leather pants would have once sent the Transporter Chief reeling, but it was becoming an eerily familiar sight.

Frankly, seeing Tamio around the Ship in uniform was more of a rarity, so instead, he simply saluted the Cygnian.

Chief Mirha: Sir, where to?

Tamio smiled at the familiar Nuvian, their smile crinkling their eyes together and allowing the eyeshadow to glimmer.

K’Wara: Tamio, please. Hi Ilio! Shaded Roads. There should be a good entrance at the eastern-most edge of the central district.

The experienced Transporter Chief narrowed their eyes, evidently familiar with the location, and Tamio winked at them cheekily.

K’Wara: Don’t worry, I’ll send all Ensigns I see in there straight back out.

Resigned with the fact that the joker in front of him outranked him, Iliozar sighed, before beaming the Chief to their desired destination.

(( Shaded Roads Entrance C - Central District Underground, Fereng, Ferenginar ))

Tamio rubbed their pale hands together, feeling the inhuman moisture attack their senses and activate the bioluminescence in their hair. They remembered their first visit to the planet with some dismay - growing up on a station hadn’t given them the best preparation for how humidity worked - before reorienting their perspective.

K’Wara: Time to hunt down something interesting.

The Shaded Roads themselves were an attack in their own right, sounds and smells and tastes on the air practically vying for dominance to be perceived first. Over there, an aging Ferengi man was arguing with a female trader - still woefully stuck in the olden days where females weren’t permitted to practice business - while this way, a young Ferengi was trying his luck bartering for a date with his sweetheart. The sweetheart was the tougher negotiator. Ah, young love.

In one of the alleys Tamio cheerfully hopped by, they saw some smartly dressed Ferengi scam some native tourists out of their vacation money at a well-placed illegal moopsy fighting ring. Hush money and all that. Meanwhile, down another street, they saw a particularly enticing storefront promise the best lobe massage in the Sector, complete with a frankly terrifying Ferengi with an incredibly sharp-toothed smile and colorful fashion sense trying to entice any passerby they could.

Tamio avoided that particular street, but couldn’t help but smile. It was a delightful place, but thankfully Olliver’s seminar seemed to have done the trick, as Tamio didn’t notice any hapless crewmen in the vicinity. Instead, they found storefront upon storefront filled with odd Ferengi knick-knacks, obviously illicitly-procured art pieces that some collectors would pay half a starship for, and some traditional Ferengi sculptures that Tamio couldn’t figure out whether depicted a particularly well-shapen asteroid, or half a Ferengi head.

K’Wara: Hmmmm…

Tamio took the sculpture into their hand, holding it up for closer study, when a voice announced itself nearby.

Brexis: Response

K’Wara: Ah, not quite, though that’s an interesting suggestion. ::eyes the stranger:: You’re particularly lobeless yourself, I note. ::reaches out their empty hand:: Tamio K’Wara.

Brexis: Response

K’Wara: ::quiet voice:: Knowing this place’s reputation, it’s a broken piece of children’s pottery being passed off for a national treasure. ::normal voice:: You in the market for some souvenirs? Or some sightseeing of the most ill-reviewed tourist locations on Ferenginar?

Brexis: Response

TAG/TBC

LT Tamio K’Wara

Chief of Operations

USS Artemis-A
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