LT Tamio K'Wara - Dressed Up? Who, me?

[LT Tamio K'Wara]

(( Hydroponics Bay - Deck 9, USS Artemis-A ))

K’Wara: Ensign D’tin Breys, what do you have to say for yourself?

Tamio didn’t like being the stern superior officer. It didn’t match their general temperament, in their own opinion. But they had to admit to a certain level of amusement as they watched D’tin’s brain go rapidfire through every possible misdemeanor she could’ve possibly managed in the past week to warrant their chosen tone.

This, they agreed, had to be why some Academy professors enjoyed being pricks to the cadets.

Breys: ::frantically:: I’m sorry I forgot to clean out the holodeck last week, sir!

oO Was she on duty for that? Oo

They shook their head, gesturing around Hydroponics with an impatient expression on their face.

K’Wara: I’m talking about why you’re still working. Don’t tell me you plan on spending the entire shore leave in Hydroponics?

D’tin’s words might not do so, but her face certainly did.

Breys: Oh, uh. No. just until these spitting vines are ready for blooming. They should be ready in the next six hours!

K’Wara: D’tin, we’re in orbit of the only leisure planet in the Borderlands of positive repute, with nary a pirate or covert infiltrator in sight! Do you have any idea how rare that is?

Tamio didn’t mean to say something ominous like that. It was one of the truest facts of the universe that the moment a Starfleet officer started openly acknowledging a string of good luck, that was the moment the universe decided to drop a Borg invasion on their head, but not today! No, dear Universe, today Tamio would drag this 5' 5” bundle of nerves out of here by the scruff if necessary and preferably before the pirate hiding in the closet decided to make their lives miserable.

Breys: ::Reluctantly:: Yes… but I’ve been at this all day! If they are ready before I come back I could miss a perfect bloom! 

K’Wara: It’s a bloom, D’tin; isn’t observing those your entire job description? You’ll have plenty of time for that after your off-duty shift. ::sighs:: What’s so special about this one?

Tamio was no botanist, not even a hobby one, but as someone who’d grown up surrounded by art, the notion of a ‘perfect bloom’ (whatever that meant) did pique their interest. Not enough to forsake a day of debauchery, obviously, but enough to ask the question and that had to count for something in this tug-of-war.

Breys: A species of insect on Teruv II opens the flowers at the exact right time to where the acid in the nectar can’t fully form, and you’re left with a beautiful bell flower and a nectar that tastes almost like earth honey. You can do the same thing if you watch its shade as it drips out the bud. Doesn’t that sound worth it? ::she walks back towards the plants:: I can save you some! 

K’Wara: While I appreciate your dedication to your job, you’re going to rest. ::picks slightly at their glittery make-up:: We’re not even one month out of the whole Callis incident! ::narrows eyes slightly:: You are going down to Rylor and you are going to rest, and not come back here until you’re back on duty.

Rank was good for something at least; it made Ensigns far less likely to argue with you. They could only imagine Jovenan or Vailani’s reactions if they tried forcing either of them on vacation while they thought they still had work to do.

oO D’tin, do not follow them onto this dark path! Oo

Breys: I’m assuming going to the surface to collect samples for hydroponics is out of the question?

Tamio had to resist the intense urge to facepalm, for fear it would ruin either their makeup or their hair.

K’Wara: That...  Is still work, D’tin.

The two of them seemed to stare each other down for a few moments, before D’tin deflated visibly, realizing that she would have to lose this battle.

Breys: I’m sure there is something for me to do on a leisure planet. If you think it is that vital I’ll go planetside for non plant related activities.

Tamio clapped their hands together, every semblance of annoyance replaced by a radiant smile.

K’Wara: Fantastic! ::slightly longer pause than absolutely necessary:: Pack yourself up, and I’ll accompany you out.

Breys: So, where are you going dressed up like that?

Tamio wondered whether they should inform D’tin that they’d dressed like this before actually deciding where they were going to go for their day off, but decided to forgo that. There’d be plenty of time for her to come to the realization that, to Tamio, ‘dressed up’ was just a normal off-duty standard.

K’Wara: Who, me? There’s a nomadic gallery opening in City One that I’m going to attend. ::leans against the doorframe:: They’re being remarkably tightlipped about the installations themselves, but the theme is ‘Vastness of Mind’. Sounded interesting.

Breys: Response

K’Wara: It’s a family tradition. ::grins:: My mom’s a professional artist. Sauana K’Wara. I’ve likely attended hundreds of gallery openings throughout my life thanks to her, and as such, I tend to get inside-knowledge when something exciting’s about to happen.

Breys: Response

K’Wara: You’re welcome to join me. I’d appreciate the company. Though, ::looks pointedly at their own outfit:: you’re not quite dressed for it yet.

Breys: Response

Tags/TBC

LT Tamio K’Wara

Chief of Ops

USS Artemis-A
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