LT Tamio K'Wara - To the City of the Neon Sun

[LT Tamio K'Wara]

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

When Tamio had first met the XO of the Artemis - before knowing that was what she was, or that they would be serving together - they’d thought her a woman who carried way too much and didn’t have a proper outlet for it. It was a far cry from the relaxed and downright excitable woman they now faced in their quarters, as she laid down the proposed mission for them: a lengthy stay at one of the foremost metropolitan resort planets in the sector.

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: Tamio I've only known you a short time but I suspect that you always dress to impress? Personal hygiene is catered for. There will be luscious accommodations provided. Think of it as my gift. 

Not one to look a gifthorse in the mouth, Tamio clapped their hands together.

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

Munro: Great, you better hurry then :: shooing motion :: The sooner we get going the sooner we'll arrive. 

Tamio didn’t let that instruction pass and hurried into their bedroom to get some proper party clothes both on and in a small bag. Since Ava had mentioned a certain level of urgency, they didn’t have time to do much about their hair, so they had to settle for some glitter extensions - some of their favorite hair accessories - but they would never be accused of lowballing their outfit or make-up. When they appeared again, in a skintight technicolor romper, knee-high silver boots and a synthchain bolero, they felt adequately prepared for their outing.

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.

From Ava’s expression, they gathered she was impressed, which was a hopeful sign: perhaps Tamio would have luck to convince Ava to let them dress her for a day, let her feel what color felt like.

Munro: I have done many last minute get-ready but this is next level.

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

Munro: :: crosses her arms :: You don't think I'd misappropriate an Artemis shuttle to go partying?

Tamio shrugged. It wouldn’t be the first time in their career they’d done something similar, though admittedly, most of their party-related misdemeanors had happened in the olden days where fewer pips were on the line.

K'Wara: No clue - ‘Fun friend Ava’ is new territory. Still deliberating on your location on the clubber’s spectrum you are between temperate clubgoer and reckless wildchild. ::smirks:: Not the far right, I’m guessing.

Munro: No :: raises a finger :: but my friend, Boka, has sent a private shuttle to pick us up. So we can sit back, sip on some fine cocktails and enjoy the ride. 

K'Wara: Ah, ‘reveler with standards’. I can get behind that. How far are we going?

Munro: I'm glad you've asked. The planet is in Ferengi space so we'll be there in a matter of hours. It's the most exclusive location in the sector. Tarahong! Boka is the executive manager of one of the resorts :: looks around :: Are you ready to go? 

‘Tarahong’. It was a name that Tamio was familiar with by reputation, but had never gone themself. A name to strike from the bucketlist, they supposed. And if the shuttle-ride over was a couple of hours long, that meant they could actually do something about the fact that their hair didn’t nearly do the outfit justice. Their ideas were plentiful.

K'Wara: Born ready. Off we go!

(( Private Docking Platform - Jubel Fahr Resort, Noizán District, Tarahong ))

The shuttle landed easily on one of numerous ‘private’ docking platforms attached to the resort, and Tamio was the first out. Their pastel pink curly bob was pristine, but they hadn’t quite had the heart to discard the glitter extensions even with their new hairdo, so those were left in. They looked around at the Tarahongian skyline, all massive skyscrapers going up into a technicolor sky that seemed to shift between nuances with the ebb and tide of the perpetual sunset Tarahong found itself blessed by. Massive neon billboards seemed to compete for attention as circular platforms moved back and forth, carrying tourists and natives of all sorts between the massive skyscrapers, and deep deep below, they saw a silvery ocean shift languidly.

K’Wara: I’m gonna make a painting of this someday.

Munro: Response

Tamio scoffed.

K’Wara: Please, partying always comes first. Some of my best work is done when wantonly inebriated, I’ll have you know.

Munro: Response

From beyond the taller human woman, Tamio saw a small Ferengi, dressed to the nines in a frankly fantastic suit and their ears pierced with numerous elaborate studs that connected each ear with several sparkling chains. Tamio should like an accessory like that - they hoped one could be purchased while they were here.

K’Wara: Ah, don’t look now, Ava, but I do believe your friend is incoming.

Munro: Response

TAG/TBC

LT Tamio K’Wara

Chief of Operations

USS Artemis-A

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