Lt Commander Ava Munro - Oh Gagh Not Me Too!
Ava Munro
(( Outside the Slug-Nasium, Ferenginar ))
On agreement, and a forfeit of the bet Ava and MacKenzie left the Slug-nasium. Bright, neon lights assaulted them as they left. As Ava tried to get her bearings and decide which way to go for some food she heard the captain utter…
MacKenzie: ::squinting:: Is that... Doctor Bancroft?
Ava looked to the man she was referring too, and it was Bancroft, stood outside a store that claimed to be selling everything you might ever need. Something told her that that might not actually be the case.
Munro: The one and only. I wonder if he's buying you a welcome back to the Artemis gift?
As he seemed to scramble in confusion, his head flickered from side to side. Ava folded her arms and rolled her eyes. Why couldn't he just be normal for once?
MacKenzie: Why is it that any time I've seen him out of Sickbay he's either looked like he's lost, or confused?
Munro: I think that's his way of being. Some people just go through life a little confused by it.
As Roy pretended to not see them, MacKenzie pulled at his collar and cleared her throat. Ava resisted the urge to kick the doctor in the shins.
MacKenzie: Looking for something, Doctor Bancroft?
Ava sighed as Roy turned slowly, adjusting his collar as he done so, and with a faux smile she thought he might actually pull off charming… if it wasn't for the panicked look in his eyes.
Bancroft: Captain! ::to Munro:: Commander! What a… profoundly unexpected meeting.
Munro: :: nods in sarcasm :: Surprise.
MacKenzie: Commander Munro and I were just about to grab something to eat. Would you like to join us?
Ava bit her lip as Roy seemed to have multiple breakdowns in front of her. This should be very fun. She had no idea that torturing Roy Bancroft would be such a fun thing.
She had, yet again, discovered another quality of Addison MacKenzie that she liked.
Bancroft: I… can’t think of a single reason to decline, ma’am. ::beat, then attempting optimism:: What are your cuisines of choice?
MacKenzie pointed to the window.
MacKenzie: What about this place? Do they have anything to eat?
Bancroft: I mean… possibly? It likely depends on your definition of ‘edible’ – and whether or not you believe morality applies to appetizers.
Ava grimaced as she looked in the window and turned to MacKenzie who appeared to think about it before she shrugged.
MacKenzie: What I don't know what hurt me, I guess. Unless I die, in which case you should know that the murder of a flag officer is treasonous.
Munro: Murder aside, I think Roy has some good judgement here. I'm sure he wouldn't take the Fleet Captain to some place that's :: looks to the window :: Unethical. Or might turn her into a salamander. Right?
Roy, who appeared resigned to his fate, pushed the door open. Ava could hear the happy greeting of a Ferengi with the gleeful prospect of new profits.
(( ‘Appetite Optional’, Ferenginar ))
As first impressions go for restaurants she's had better but Ava knew that you shouldn't always judge a restaurant on - oh wait is that a blinking pineapple?
A Ferengi host emerged from behind a curtain made entirely of semi-translucent credit chits, hands clasped, teeth gleaming like they’d been polished with pure ambition.
Host: Welcome to Appetite Optional! May your culinary thresholds be expanded. Table for three, right over here.
He gestured with both hands, ushering them toward a perfectly ordinary-looking circular table – three modest wooden chairs, a clean surface, and no obvious moving parts.
When Roy paused briefly and looked to the perfectly ordinary setup with suspicion.
Bancroft: It’s… normal. I don’t trust it.
MacKenzie: ::pointing at an empty chair while pulling out her own:: Sit down.
Ava shrugged and took her seat. Meanwhile Roy just kept bumbling along, with each passing second his hesitation and insecurity seemed to encompass all that he was. She was starting to feel bad for him. Only just a little, because she knew that this would be a meal he'd never forget and for good reasons. She hoped.
When three menus blinked above her, the shimmering holograms rotated with various languages. Then a brief screaming image before it vanished.
Bancroft: I’m sure that was just a glitch, right? Not a… customer testimonial?
MacKenzie looked from the menu to Bancroft.
MacKenzie: You'd better hope not.
Munro: Let's just order something …
Ava looked to the menu and decided rather quickly that it would be a salad that she'd be having.
MacKenzie: Anything catching your eye?
Munro: A salad, hopefully that doesn't scream. :: to Roy :: So you like your food to scream at you?
Bancroft: Response
The redheaded commanding officer suddenly smirked and stuck up her index finger, proceeding to holler at the Ferengi host.
MacKenzie: We'll take an order of the gagh and tube grubs in a garlic and bloodwine reduction for the table, please!
No. This was not happening to her. Suddenly the downing realisation that what was going to be a Roy-haze was now becoming a Roy and Ava-haze.
Munro: :: quietly to the host :: I'll have a salad:: nervously :: as a side, of course. Bloodwine is :: looks at MacKenzie and smiles :: A choice, that you made … for us. I always enjoyed picking the grizzle from my teeth.
Ava wasn't entirely sure she wasn't winding them up and this only added to her growing suspicion that Addison was some kind of Klingon spy.
Bancroft/MacKenzie: Response
The Host sauntered off merrily.
Munro: I might also try something Ferengi :: eyes up the menu :: these worms look interesting. They don't have a mouth, so that's a plus… at least then they can't scream.
Bancroft/MacKenzie: Response
Munro: I just want to know what got you into Klingon cuisine?
Bancroft/MacKenzie: Response
TAG/TBC!
First Officer
USS Artemis-A
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