Lt Jg Karen Strendhal - Drank too much?

[KRN STDL]

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

Karen watched the newcomer, a mollusk named Rutto, and the tall individual as they seemed poised for a confrontation. She swallowed another glass of the brown sludge. A shiver ran down the Betazoid woman's spine as she finished her drink.

Stendhal: I have a feeling he's going to beat him up.

T’larn: One does not have to be a psychologist to see that, I suggest we take a moment to plan our exit

Henri: oO I’m inclined to agree with the pointed one. Oo

Arlill: ::holding up his hands:: Gentleman, gentleman.
Karen gazed at Es’th’o sighing.

St'Amin: 'Yi S'u'r’i’t ((ooc: I suppose))

T’larn: Or we can do that. It’s equally as valid.

Karen thought it was weird that the more Toxin drank, the clearer she could feel Henri in her head.

Henri: oO Take it easy there big boy. Oo

Henri didn’t really wish for him to “take it easy” but he needed to seem to care at the very least.

Stendhal: ~ Henri, are you ok? I can feel you louder now... ~

T’larn: Please we are all friends here after all we would love to be both of your guests.

Rutto the mollusk scrutinized T'larn, as if assessing whether she was worth befriending, what she meant by 'friend', and if there were any other benefits to be gained.
He quickly decided she wasn't worth his time. The alien wasn't his type. She just wasn't his style. Too much meat on those bones.

Henri: oO Memo to self, and I supposed you, you big oaf, do not get on her bad side. Oo

Arlill: Thank you T’larn

St’Amin: ::looking at his tablet and punching a few buttons:: H’o’w d’u q’o’i he’l’p y’ou?

Arlill: We are looking to open trade routes and supply lines for our (beat)

Karen watched as Tox tried to navigate the negotiations with the two aliens, attempting to establish new trade routes. Were they really there for that?

Arlill: Our visiting fleet?

Stendhal: Yes, we're just paying a friendly visit. It's more akin to space tourism, not a hostile takeover. Don't worry!
She smiled in a silly way, maybe she'd had too much to drink.

Rutto: Weofferingio_protectiones_frommy_thisoonne_Brutto_Hugliio_thisio_herio.

The mollusk sputtered a rapid-fire series of words in a menacing tone, pointing at the towering alien. His body language suggested he was offering them protection, but with a clear undercurrent of intimidation.

T’Larn: Response

The translator was working better now, even if St'Amin words still tumbled out in a broken, machine-gun-like fashion, punctuated by the erratic hiccups of a malfunctioning typewriter.

St'Amin: M'y c'o'n's'o'r't'i'u'm o'f'f'e'r's l'o'g'i's't'i'c's f'o'r o'u't's'i'd'e'r's a't a s'm'a'l'l f'e'e.

Henri: oO Great, so more Ferengi to deal with. Oo

Rutto: Weo_protectiu_frommy_thisiu_tallo_onne_no_problemo_Weo_cousti_lesso_muchy_lesso_gooddo_stuffo_bettero_andy_chippiu_wealsu_mucho_handsommu_che_quelu.

Rutto's voice was a thick, slurred drawl that oozed from one word to the next. As he spoke, he gave St'Amin a friendly but heavy slap with his tentacle.

St’Amin: St'Amin: S't'o'p 'i't, y'o'u h'a'v's's's's 't'h'e s'a'm'e f'e'e's, y'o'u j'u's't c'a'l'l 'i't s'o'm'e't'h'i'n'g e'l's'e.

Stendhal: They seem to be competing. Well, now all we have to do is wait for the lowest price.

Rutto: Ai_havvu_besto_pricio!
Rutto said, pouring more liquor into the beautiful glasses he had brought.

T’Larn/St’Amin/Toxin/Henri: Response

A series of mice, or rather, anthropomorphic rat-like creatures, entered the room carrying sacks full of junk. With a few quick jumps, elegantly balanced by their pink rat tails, they leaped directly onto their table. One of them announced their arrival by playing a shrill and annoying trumpet.

Karen stared in astonishment at the cheerful band of rat-like rattish creatures, her mouth hanging open. She then glanced down at her goblet of pink liquid and took another sip.

T’Larn/St’Amin/Toxin/Henri: Response

The newly arrived Mouseness unpacked their bundles of useless, shiny stuff onto the table. The golden metallic junk made a pretty clinking sound.

T’Larn/St’Amin/Toxin/Henri: Response

One of them pulled out a long straw and started sucking the drink from T'Larn's glass. When he finished, he burped contentedly and rubbed his furry belly.
Karen's eyes darted around, unsure if she was dreaming or not. She rubbed her temples, trying to clear her head. Then, she turned to her colleagues and asked.
Stendhal: Am I seeing things, or did you see that too?

T’Larn/St’Amin/Toxin/Henri: Response

Tags/TBC

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((OOC Soemtimes I feel sorry for myself. I can't simply translate properly this one: Karen osservò l'allegra e topesca combriccola \ Karen stared in astonishment at the cheerful band of rat-like creatures
Toposi/Mousiness))

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Lt Jg Karen Trisha Stendhal
Counselor  
USS Octavia E Butler

ID: C239604KS0
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