JP: Lieutenant JG Sevantha Saa, Gwen'ora Tasen, & Ensign Morro Caras - Long Distance Call

[Sevantha Saa]

((Private Quarters, Deck 12, USS Astraeus))

Saa: Gwen’ora… 

Sevantha stood perfectly still, staring quietly at a blue stalked, white flowered plant that sat upon a small specialized base that had found its way onto her side of the room, Lightly she touched the base, it would begin to vibrate causing the plant to sway with a little hum.

Saa: Should I be concerned with who your seed dealer is?

Gwen’ora was neatly sitting cross legged with her back pressed against a woven Ba’ku blanket she had dangled off the side of her bed just for a good place to lean against. With everything that had happened, Gwen had been reading something leisurely. It had been a book she had heard about from a classmate back before they had left the Sol system before the exam. Do Vulcan Plants Mind Meld, Gwen knew the answer to this but the book was actually goofy in some regards. Some of the situations presented either happened and were adapted or probably came from the writers imagination. At Sevan’s words, Gwen looked up and tilted her head to the side lightly.

Tasen: No? I’ve gotten every plant in here and the ones added to the arboretum in…oh whats the word…above ground methods, why?

Saa: …You can only get seeds like this by putting requests in at the academy for experiment and research requests right? .

Gwen smiled a brilliantly innocent smile towards her roommate and shrugged her shoulders lightly.

Tasen: I did! I may have put in a lot of little requests for experimental plants before leaving academy and getting my first assignment. This…is one of those! The experiment in question is how well the plant adapts to cohabiting with other species and if it’s tune changes depending on what other plants share it’s space. 

Tasen: oO Plus it is a beautiful plant. Oo

Delicately she lifted the leaf of the plant with two fingers before letting it naturally fall and stopping and deactivating the base. Changed out of her uniform she sits on the edge of her bed, snatching up her PADD to begin investigating it before noticing it was lighting up with someone’s attempt to contact her directly through a subspace call. There was considerable surprise on her features and she naturally reached for her lab coat to appear a little more professional before answer.

Moving to set her PADD up against the desk to avoid any unflattering angles as she spoke. 

Saa: Hello, Dr. Sevantha Saa speaking.

Caras: Umm, hello Ms. err Doctor Saa. 

What would catch her off-guard however was the face on the other side of that call, an Orion by the name of Morro Caras she had met in the 602 club months ago.. And had promptly failed to ever talk to again as she’d been shipped off to a distant residency before heading to Starbase 118 for graduation post their encounter. Not uncommon for many Stafleet Academy interactions.

Saa: H-hi, I admit I’m a little surprised to hear from you.

Gwen’ora who had definitely not been listening wholeheartedly to the exchange thus far, continued to totally not listen as she looked up and squinted at her roommate trying to gauge what the hesitance in her words meant. Deciding that this decision needed a good understanding of the looks of whoever the individual was on the other side of this call, the Ba’ku woman decided to join her roommate and stood to waltz over and stand near enough to be seen and see the individual on her friend's PADD.

Tasen: Hello! ::Gwen waved lightly at the individual on the other end, studying him momentarily:: I’m Gwen’ora Tasen, just wanted to see who was on the other end of this!

Caras: Oh Hello. I’m Morro Caras. You’re also a doctor?::he focused on Sevantha and changed his tone to something more serious:: Are you in office hours?

Gwen shook her head to answer his question, but his attention was already firmly back on Sevantha. The Ba’ku woman refrained from giving her roommate a look but kept standing near her, feeling it would be awkward to just leave right now. 

Saa: No, I’m off-duty for the next few hours.

Caras: Blast… that is really unfortunate, but I don’t think it matters since you owe me and I need your help.

He didn’t want to call in his debt so soon but this was urgent, and private. This wasn’t how he wanted to take care of his problem, he was hoping he could cash in her debt later, possibly with his sister. 

Tasen: Owe you? 

Gwen asked puzzled as her brows furrowed lightly as she shifted to give her roommate a confused look. She did not exactly know much about Orion’s but already this conversation was getting intriguing.

Caras: Look I would really prefer if we had this conversation in private, unless your friend there is indebted to you, and you wish to pass her off to me to take care of your debt.

Caras’ words had once again pulled Gwen from her thoughts as the furrowed brows quickly became raised. Maybe she did need to look further into Orion culture and customs quicker than she thought. This was getting confusingly possessive in regards to debts. What was he referencing?

Saa: My friendships don’t typically involve debts and since I am off-duty, I’ll speak a little more casually, Gwen’ora is my roommate and my room is as private as we’re going to get on a Galaxy class ship full of civilians. ::she studied his visage for a moment:: and what debt?

Caras: I know she won’t share the same level of knowledge that you do, and I think this is something only you can solve.

Tasen: I might have knowledge of the topic. We’ll only know if you ask.

Gwen spoke lightly and then glanced towards her roommate quickly, her arms crossed over her black tank top. The Ba’ku woman was looking for a que to make herself scarce from her roommate. But till that look came, Gwen was going to be the best wing woman roommate ever.

Sevantha’s eyes narrowed a little in question as well, tilting her head, slightly frustrated she couldn’t read the Orion’s surface level thoughts over subspace. If she recalled he did at least have a habit of being really obvious with his real intention after he opened his mouth. 

Saa: First lets establish, there no debt that I am aware of that exists between you and I, Morro. 

Caras: oO What does she mean no debt? I didn’t act like a comfort man for free. I tended to her every need Oo …. Doctor… did you think what we had together was… a standard romantic encounter?

He held back laughter. He had been to those parties. Most cadets couldn’t find their own nose, let alone a pleasure ganglia. He was taught to perform by the Orion pleasure seekers guild within the syndicate remnants. He knew proper form and etiquette. Obviously he had to improvise a lot while he was at the academy, but no one had ever sought his expertise but her.

Gwen’ora’s left eyebrow shot roof wards as that context suddenly made her wish she had quietly stayed on her side of the room reading her book. But her gaze studied his expression over the PADD and frowned lightly.

Saa: Standard romantic encounter. ::A single brow arched a little in mild confusion as she tried not to look too flustered:: Not at all… considering I was at rock bottom, not the place for most standard romantics to begin, no.

Tasen: So, before I get more confused…I’m going to ask for context and if you answer, great. If you don’t, then that is fine as well. You two :: Gwen gestured to Sevan and then back at the screen:: met…during academy?

Saa: Yes, at a celebration at the 602 for my ex-fiance Lorian.

Caras: We met there, she was visibly upset, we danced a little and then we talked.

Tasen: Okay and you two proceeded with activities. And that’s where this debt came into play?

Between Gwen’s people and how long she had been around, Gwen wasn’t worried about the topic in question but for the sake of her Betazoid roommate, Gwen wasn’t going to be explicit or reference anything in detail.

Saa: So he appears to think.

Sevantha finally removed her lab coat, done with the air of professionalism on the call, moving it to the chair to avoid accidentally tossing it back onto the singing flower on her desk.

Caras: So now you don’t intend to honor your deal, your part for being comforted?

Tasen: Now I’ve got context… oO Seven…I think you picked the wrong guy to meet at a party if he’s thinking that is a currency... Oo 

Gwen thought to herself, though knowing her roommate, her thoughts probably weren’t just her own considering sometimes their silent conversations outran their verbal conversations when the two needed silence in their room. Gwen couldn’t project her thoughts anywhere but damn could she think loudly to her roomie.

Saa: ~~I didn’t detect any of this when we encountered, not even in his thoughts!~ ::Her eyes darted to Tasen as a faint little smile touched her lips:: ~Though clearly he’s some form of desperate so I can work with that…~~

Gwen’ora stayed silent, her own emerald gaze darting to Sevantha with a faint grin before she turned her gaze back to the screen and listened.

Exhaling she turned to Morro, offering him a more pleasant smile, and she hoped it unnerved him a little bit.

Saa: Morro, or Ensign Caras, clearly you have some sort of pressing matter that you are not going to your own ship’s doctor for and thought to pull what you think is a debt, when I was very much aware of your thoughts that evening were far more simplistic and dare I say sweet… ::She paused:: With exception to the comment about my haircut no matter how accurate the thought was.

Clasping her arms in front of her she simply awaited his response for a moment, studying his body language and features in absence of thought. Now to figure out whether it phased him or now she’d let him know. 

Caras: ::clearly remembers the thought, doesn’t remember if he said it out loud or not:: well it wasn’t dreadful, I just thought something else would suit you better.

Lieutenant LG Sevantha Saa

Medical Officer

USS Astraeus 

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and

Ensign Morro Caras

Engineering Officer

USS Octavia E. Butler

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and 

Lieutenant JG Gwen'ora Tasen

Science Officer

USS Astraeus, NCC-70652

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