Lt. Toxin Arlill - We’re thick as gravy now!

[Toxin Arlill]

((A Bar with a name they are yet to understand, Port City of I’shal, I-Kiyo Dyson Ring ))

T’larn: As the humans say, that puts hairs on your chest

Toxin laughed out loud, he wasn’t sure if it was he found this genuinely funny coming from a Vulcan or the drink was already having an effect, but he started to enjoy himself and smiled at the tall alien.

Arlill: U'd'e'i't'h ::shaking his head, patting his chest and smiling::

St'Amin:  H’ak ha’i h’ak ha’i

Henri: oO Laughing? Oo

Stendhal: Could this be an elixir of understanding? I wager that after a few draughts, we'll not only comprehend Esto's every word but join him in harmonious song

T’larn: Or this could be the elixir of an enjoyable evening.

Arlill: A bit of both would be helpful!

Es’th’o winced his face as he attempted to understand more of the aliens’ language. They all seemed to use a similar language, even though they all appeared to be from different places. He wasn’t even sure who the other two were, the blue one was in a familiar uniform, but the other two were not, oO Are they with him? Did he just pick them up? Oooo are they his “guests”? Oo

St'Amin: K'a'r'o'h'i'n m'e'l't'a'h f'u'n'z'a (( Translates to you folks are fun ))

At the tall man's signal, the waiter returned with four more small glasses and a bottle of dark liquor.

Stendhal: Son of a bench!

Es’th’o didn’t need to know their language to recognize an emphasis like that. He laughed aloud again.

St'Amin:  H’ak ha’i h’ak ha’i

T’larn: Language now Counselor

Toxin let out a hearty laugh joining their new friend.

Arlill: What do we do next Researcher T’larn?

Toxin watched as the Vulcan assessed their PADD and the menu on the table, he assumed she was working out the language as best she could.

T'larn: ::pointing to the drink, then the menu:: K'a's'u't'h'i'r... U'd'e'i't'h?

She hoped that by using their word for "what" (as she had deduced) along with "drink," St'Amin would understand her query and provide more insight into their language structure.

St'Amin: Y’o’z U’d’e’i’t’h ::holding up another::

Toxin followed suit and grabbed his glass, filled it from the bottle and held it in the air.

Arlill: Salute! ::downing the drink::

St’Amin: S’-a-’l-u-t ::doing the same::

T’larn/Stendhal: Response

Arlill: We ::gesturing around the table, starting with himself:: Toxin, Karen, T’larn thank you ::pointing at St’Amin:: for your hospitality ::gesturing around the broader room::

Es’th’o tablet chimed and he looked down at the device, there was it’s first translation. “Y’o’p = Thanks”

St’Amin: ‘Yi Y’o’p (beat) T’h’an’kz ‘U ::pointing at the others::

Arlill: My gods, I think his translations working faster than ours!

Henri: oO About time, I was beginning to get a headache::

Es’th’o’s faced scrunched again, he kept feeling something else from the blue alien, but couldn’t place his fingers on it.

T’larn/Stendhal: Response

Arlill: Agreed (beat) let’s keep talking, I think his UT is close and T’larn, you’re definitely onto someth… ::shaking his head::

Toxin wasn’t sure if it was the residual radiation in his system from the Unity away mission or of it was the two alien drinks he’d consumed thus far, but his head was beginning to swim.

T’larn/Stendhal: Response

Arlill: I’m fine, let see what we can order for food, I’m starving.

Tags/TBC

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Lieutenant Toxin Arlill

Chief of Operations

USS Octavia E Buttler NCC-82850

Writer ID.: O239910TA4LT

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Es’th’o’s St’Amin

Marketeer Admin

I-Kiyo Dyson Ring

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Henri