Private Link Jenson - I’m walking here!
Lhandon Nilsen
(( Promenade, Deep Space 14 ))
Private Link Jenson had been looking forward to this. He and Teddy had been able to find some time between their duties and drills to slip away from the ship. He had been on the OEB for just a few months, a fresh-faced private, and he had quickly formed a friendship with Thomas O'Reilly, known affectionately to everyone as "Teddy." Arriving via transporter, their first destination was the promenade, and like many marines, he was looking forward to food.
Jenson was much shorter than O'Reilly, at just 5'8", but whereas the latter had the height advantage, Jenson was quick. So quick that he was able to slip away and find Wrap Speed, whose speciality was wraps and sandwiches that incorporated ingredients from various Federation worlds, before Teddy could even think of his first meal.
O’Reilly: It’s nice to get off ship.
Jenson: ::Eating:: that it is. ::chew:: We never get off ship. I didn't even know we ::chew:: could go off ship
Link had found himself a Bajoran Hasperat stuffed with Andorian blue cheese. It's a typical tortilla wrap with a thin layer of the filling spread throughout across the whole thing. You then roll it up so when you slice into it, you have little swirls of filling poured throughout, kind of like a cinnamon bun.
A shorter woman brushed by, and Jenson nearly dropped his wrap. He had to stop himself from saying “hey I’m walkin’ here”
O’Reilly: Busy place I guess. (beat) Where should we eat?
A redundant question, considering Link had found food already, but Link was not adverse to more food, in fact, he had just finished his wrap.
Jenson: Everywhere I think. There’s that Souv-lucky Day that looks good. But where is there never a place for toast, I want a place that sells toast, and makes it buttery, it's got to be really buttery. Like melting all over your hands.
O’Reilly: I’m good with something simple, I try not to get too fancy with my foods, simpler that way.
Jenson: You’re boring. ::laughs:: Alright, what about burger? A big beast like you must at least find a burger to not be to complex.
O’Reilly: Sure, they might have burgers over at that cafe ::pointing::
As they headed for the café, two aliens, about the same height as Teddy but much wider, burst past them in the same direction as the woman from a few moments ago. Then one of them brushed by Teddy.
O’Reilly: Excuse me. (beat) Where do you think they’re rushing off to?
Jenson: I’m walking here!
O’Reilly: Response
Jenson: Hold on. There are so many people here.
He took off his black gloves and held them in his hands as he stared at the alien who had resumed their path, wanting to get a read from them. A subtle, shimmering field of energy surrounded each person. As he focused on the alien, he saw their aura pulsing with an intense, fiery red, with flecks of dark purple swirled within, suggesting a hint of deceit or hidden motives. This indicated urgency and possibly aggression.
O’Reilly: Response
Jenson: Red, really red, he’s angry…but purple too, he’s erm…hiding something…how can you be angry and hide something? That's...that don't make sense to me.
O’Reilly: Response
Jenson: Teddy? Are we about to do something really stupid! and not wait for station security but rather take matters into our own hands in a sense of justice to make us just for a moment feel like main characters, rather than extras used at the whims of a show's writers to serve whatever purpose they want?
O’Reilly: Response
TBC/Tags!
As simmed by
Lieutenant JG Lhandon Joseph Nilsen
Assistant Chief of Operations.
USS Octavia E Butler
O240007LN1
He/Him/His (Both player and character)