Ensign Kimonzi Lahl - Overly Punctual
Nick Wilcox
((Unknown Street, I-Kiyo Dyson Ring))
Lahl: I guess we should ask around?
Richards: I don’t think that we’ll have to.
Kimonzi looked as a woman approached the three of them. Her purple skin was elegantly contrasted with the blue flowers native to the garden they were in. The Trill flashed back to her lifetime as a dancer and thought that Kehda would have looked amazing in a dress like that for one of her shows.
Unlike the others that they had encountered so far when this woman spoke she did so perfectly in Federation Standard.
Tr’ac’i 42: Hello and welcome to the department of Public Works. I am Tr’ac’i. You’ve arrived at the Counsel of Public Works for I-Kiyo.
The woman paused, and her eyes flashed in a way that had the young ensign wondering what was behind them.
Tr’ac’i 42: You were expected tomorrow. Is there something wrong with the arrangements that were provided?
Richards: I... I don’t think so. We were just taking a look around, the gardens ::gesturing around:: are very nice.
Lahl: Yes, the gardens look amazing and we’re usually overly punctual. To a fault honestly.
Herrick: ::smiling:: Exactly. We Starfleet-types just like to see what’s up and get our minds working on the problem faster.
Tr’ac’i 42: (frowning) As you may not be aware of our customs, I’ll let you know that we are very precise when it comes to scheduling. Early or late arrivals should be communicated in advance. ::eyes flickering:: The individuals you were to meet with have already departed for the day.
The Trill also looked at Herrick’s PADD, well, as much as she could given the height difference, but she didn’t want to look like she wasn’t doing anything either.
Richards: Oh…
Lahl: Huh, that’s awkward.
Herrick: (with an apologetic smile) You’re right. We will be back tomorrow morning at the prescribed time. Thank you for your understanding.
Suddenly, an automated vehicle pulled up in Kimonzi’s peripheral vision. It seemed odd that it came so suddenly and exactly where they were and now. The Dyson Ring had to be heavily networked.
Tr’ac’i 42: ::motioning to the vehicle:: This transport will take you to your accommodations.
Richards: Thank you. ::smiling::
Lahl: Thank you for your hospitality.
She stepped into the transport with the rest of the team, the doors closing behind them. As they moved along, she heard Lieutenant Herrick talk.
Herrick: Well, I guess we’ll get a chance to see I-Kiyoan luxury a bit earlier than we anticipated. What d'yall make of that?
Richards: They weren’t kidding about scheduling, that whole encounter with the way this transport pulled up.
Richards: It happened all in a very timely fashion did it not?
Lahl: It really did.
Herrick: Response
Richards: We will have to make sure we show up on time tomorrow. If we have a choice in the matter.
Lahl: Given how bureaucractic they seem to be. ::Said with a smirk while remembering Lieutenant Herrick’s delay in customs:: I would imagine transport will be there on the dot.
Herrick: Response
Richards: That should give me time to find a change of clothes.
Herrick: Response
Lahl: You know, some people like the rugged look of someone covered in grease. Though yeah, our hosts probably would appreciate you being cleaned up.
She leaned back in her seat, getting as comfortable as possible before they got to their destination.
((I-Dorf Kiyoria, I-Kiyo Dyson Ring))
Kimonzi was the first one out of their transport after it came to a stop in front of what she had to admit was an appropriately impressive resort building. It certainly looked the part of a luxurious resort.
Lahl: They weren’t kidding were they, Lieutenant Herrick?
Herrick/Richards: Response
As she looked around, Kimonzi saw what she assumed was the front desk, and she approached it with the other two.
Lahl: Hello, we’re with the Starfleet team assisting with the Department of Public Works? ::She hoped that the person at the front desk would be able to understand them::
Za’ch’ar’y 96: Let me see here…::the young I-Kiyoan tapped on his console:: What name would that be under?
The Trill was just happy that his accent was as good as hers. She turned to Lieutenant Herrick.
Lahl: I believe that would be under your name sir, no?
Herrick/Richards: Response
Tags/TBC
Engineering Officer