Ensign Tho’Bi - Le Grand Bleu Andorian

[Tobi]

((ROOM 05-0799 – DECK 5, USS ARTEMIS-A))

Ordinarily, the Andorian experienced a comprehensive sense of the world around him. Room dimensions were clear. The in-motion and the static, rendered in accessible contrast. Heat sources, electrical pulse, respiratory comportment, and air flow, all easily available to him on an Instinctive level.

The culminative fatigue of the mission and subsequent repair schedule had left the world dull around him. A fuzzed spatial rendering of vague corners, overlapping phenomenon, and ill-defined motion.

He was a starship in a Nebula. Sensors, clouded.   

Tho’Bi: ::woozy:: I need to eat blue food

The Andorian shuffled to the replicator. 

Tho’Bi: ::to the replicator:: Raw Andorian Tuber Root, sliced with Fat Grass and two slices of Hari.

A shimmering blue light filled the overwise flat, empty shelf of the replicator. The shimmering blue diffused and disappeared to reveal a plate with two pieces of something similar to bread, a mess of thick green grass edged with blue, and vaguely circular slices of a pale blue vegetable. The Andorian slammed everything together between the two pieces of Hari, and took a chunky bite out of the clumsy, bodged sandwich. 

Cole: Maybe take a shower and a nap before doing anything too exciting though.

The young Andorian nodded in agreement. Swallowing a mouthful of food, he turned in the direction of his bathroom and began to amble out of the room. 

Tho’Bi: I’m going to take my shower into the sandwich.

Cole: Response?

Without warning the Andorian stopped in his tracks and turned back into the room, his dark blue eyes scanned the storage units and floor.

Tho’Bi: Woah. Everything’s tidy.

Cole: Hopefully I got all your stuff back to where you had it. It looks like we lucked out with stuff just getting knocked around during the battle with the Orions.

With that the Andorian left with his sandwich. No sooner had the low hum and fizz of the sonic shower started, the Andorian returned with his sandwich and without his clothes.

Tho’Bi: ::points at replicator:: Do you want a sandwich?   

Ensign Cole was tinkering with a small collection of parts. 

Cole: ::not looking up from her project:: No I already ate, might replicate a snack after a bit.

The Security Ensign glanced up at the blue, and nothing but blue, of her Andorian roommate. He simply nodded at her answer as he took another chunky bite from the bodged sandwich. 

Cole: I’m not that familiar with Andorian culture, but I am going to guess you are not use to having a room mate.

The Andorian swallowed what he was eating. His dark blue eyes scanned the freshly tidied room as he replied.

Tho’Bi: ::absent mindedly:: No, I had roommates at the Academy ::beat:: they were cool ::nods::

Cole: Generally speaking, room mates tend not to ::beat:: bare it all. That is reserved for individuals that are in relationships.

The Andorian was mid-chunky sandwich bite. His teeth bit down and tore off the ugly double slab of Hari bread, stuffed with spikey fat grass and circular-ish lumps of blue root. He felt a timely response was called for, and so started talking as he chewed.

Tho’Bi: ::muffled and chunky:: Yeaaah… my roommates at the Academy had a problem with nudity. ::chewing:: ::more chewing:: ::swallows and looks down at himself:: ::looks back at Cole:: oh.

Cole: Response? 

The blue on blue Andorian rotated his blue on blue body and gestured in the direction of the still running Sonic Shower.

Tho’Bi: I should ::beat:: go and take a shower.

Blue on blue turned to leave the room, but paused for a moment and glanced back at Ensign Cole. 

Tho’Bi: Sorry about the ::gestures up and down his body:: ::beat:: I sh- I should go.

Blue on blue left the room.

Cole: Response? 

Short moment past. Blue and blue returned, still with sandwich, still without clothes. He gestured around the room.

Tho’Bi: Thanks for tidying ::beat:: ::awkward second beat:: I should go.

With that, blue on blue left.

((TIMESKIP FOR THO’BI - TEN MINUTES LATER))

The Andorian returned. Sandwich eaten. Sonic showered. The dull grey and blue of standard issue Starfeet jogging pants and top covering the blue of his blue. He collapsed onto two-seater sofa, face down, his feet and much of his legs sticking off one end.

Tho’Bi: Your communicator is broken.

Cole: Response? 

Tens of seconds passed before the Andorian Engineer ‘sat up’ on his elbows, turned and looked at the pieces of communicator properly.

Tho’Bi: ::excited:: Woah! 2150s Flip Communicator ::nods:: really good noodles! 

The Andorian rolled off the sofa and arrived to inspect the collection of small silver and black parts. He made no attempt to touch the pieces. Having his own pet projects over the years, he knew that was a ‘no no’, unless invited.  

Cole: Response?

Tho’Bi: ::speed talking:: Do you have enough tools? ::points at assorted Engineering kit:: You can use mine ::attention back on pieces:: where did you get it? ::tilts head:: do you have a power cell for it?  

Cole: Response

TAG/TBC

((OOC: Thanks to James/Imril for reminding me, Andorians relaxed attitude to nudity is from the RPG Book, ‘Amoung the Clans’. Timeskip need only apply to Tho’Bi, not Ensign Cole.))

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Ensign Tho’Bi

Engineering

USS Artemis-A

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