Ensign Imril - Helping Hands
Chris Taylor
(Poolside, Risa))
Imril: ::A bigger laugh:: Look at me, I can’t even relax while relaxing!
Alyndra gazed down at the bag they were referring to.
Syrex: Then I think my choice is clear.
Before Imril could respond, Alyndra sat upright, flicking her legs to the side. For the first time since meeting her, they were now fully face-to-face. She reached out her hands, laid flat on her knees, facing upward in clear hope that the ensign might take them.
Imril did, though not without a raised eyebrow of confusion.
Syrex: I’m not just a lieutenant, I’m also a medical officer, and if you don’t calm yourself; chill out a little. You’re gonna burn out. Do you see what I’m saying?
Soon as she started speaking as a doctor, the confounded look vanished from Imril’s face. Replaced with one of mild concern. And a sight bit of guilt for making a medical officer go back on the clock.
Imril: Yeah, I do.
Alyndra took their hand, clicking her fingers before pointing to another PADD-filled bag by her feet.
Syrex: Your PADDs, hand them over. Then go, explore Risa, relax. Who knows? You might find something you didn’t read about. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of them. I’ll have them sent to your quarters when I go back to the Artemis.
Somewhat reluctantly, the ensign fished the relevant deices from th dross of the scavenger hunt. There was one padd that couldn’t go up to the ship with Alyndra, however. The very one which they had been focused on when they’d first interrupted the good doctor’s sunbathing.
Imril: ::picking up the aquamarine padd:: I can’t give you this one, sorry. It belongs to the resort, and it’s my responsibility to see it returned.
As it happened, that very moment, a bikini-clad hostess bearing the traditional Risian head marking passed by carrying a tray of empty drink cups. They rose to place that padd onto the tray, and received a smile of thanks from the woman. Imril turned back to Alyndra to offer her a small grin. SImultaneously returning their communicator to its proper place atop their vest.
Alyndra confiscated the remaining PADDs before she laid back down. Leaving Imril feeling unexpectedly lighter.
Her hands fell behind her head.
Syrex: I’ll see you around Imril, until then, have fun.
Alyndra closed her eyes, letting her skin soak in the Risian sun.
Imril: You too. Be seeing you. And thanks.
They picked up their bag and scooted out of the range of the sun, and then on out past the confines of the pool. Content to hand over what treasures they had gathered and find less goal-oriented pastimes.
=/\= Communicator, patch into my engineering padd and…
It would have been so easy to have the still-networked padd compile a tech manual or other textbook into an audio file which could be played through the communicator. Something to listen to on the way to whatever sight awaited them next. But they stopped themself from going ahead with the command. Instead, as they neared one of the resort’s many seashell-bejeweled buildings, they kept an ear out for more music, more songs, more poetry. Something that would lead them to another of Risa’s wonders.
TAG / End Scene for Imril
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Ensign Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12