JP: Lt Cmdr. Herrick, Lt Nilsen, Lt JG Loq, Ens. Halloway, Prelate Rolo’Illini, Lwr. Ten. Domeni’Dolce, Achi’Trinot — Unexpected Events (Part 2)
Lhandon Nilsen
(( Main Diplomatic Conference Room, Deep Space 14 ))
As everyone took their previous seats from when the day had first started, Achi’s hunger for momentum had been temporarily satiated, and best of all, Starfleet wasn’t a part of it.
Lhandon took his seat and felt a strange feeling. The only words he would be able to use was that it felt like his safety net had been pulled away, as Lokina wasn’t there to jump in if he needed her.
Nilsen: First, this one would like to thank all of those ones both for their time today, and also for the effort such a journey would take. It is valuable to all here to be able to maintain such ties, both culturally and diplomatically.
He elected to use the more formal “those ones.”
Dolce: That one is welcome. And this one agrees. Trade and cultural ties are important.
Halloway: These ones understand that not all of your questions have been answered, but appreciate your patience, thank you.
Nilsen: We can’t solve everything in a day. This ones group talked about the developments on Cheydalanga since our visit and these ones agreed that opening up Deep Space 14 to travellers from Cheydalanga will be a good thing. Those ones are free to visit here at any time.
There was then a short lull as the others waited for Lhandon to continue, and as Lhandon waited for any extra input.
Nilsen: And what did that ones group discuss?
He aimed the question not at Loq but at Achi. He hoped Loq would forgive him. Lhandon got the sense Achi wanted to have that ones say.
Trinot: The progress was slow but there were developments that this one found interesting. This one wouldn’t be opposed with talks continuing should they prove mutually beneficial. oO Good Dog Achi. Oo
This brought a small smile onto Lhandon’s face, “wouldn’t be opposed” is as good as “Christmas has come early!”
Dolce: It sounds like that one had a good discussion.
Halloway: Hey, where's Illini?
((Unknown location, DS14))
This one’s eyes felt as dry as his beak. His tongue, too, felt thick and dry. He sat up slowly and looked around, trying to understand his circumstances. But sitting up made his head hurt. The liquor here hadn’t been as much of a disappointment as he expected, apparently.
He touched his aching forehead and got some sort of glitter on his fingers. Rubbing his head with the back of his hand, he realized his face appeared to be covered in it. He also wore a feather boa.
As he stood up, a groan came from the bed. He pulled the blanket back to reveal two snoring aliens. Ferengi, he thought they were called. Ignoring them, he headed for the bathroom. The bedroom was filled with multi-colored, glowing balloons for some reason, and he had to kick these aside as he waddled toward the disgusting humanoid bathrooms. Of all the differences between most of the federation and the Chey’d, anatomy in regards to waste disposal was by far the most shocking. So he approached the door with a certain reticence, opening it slowly.
However, his reticence suddenly turned to abject horror when he saw the thing in the bathroom. It sat on the humanoid toilet, but immediately stood as he entered. It was massive, with white fur and a horn on its head, and more horns down its back.
Illini: Uh … this one kindly asks forgiveness for the interruption.
The creature whooped and wailed, then grabbed the first thing it could find to throw: a roll of toilet paper.
Illini: Computer, close :: the toilet paper roll hits him in the forehead :: bathroom door!
The door slid closed as the creature bounded across the bathroom. By the time it did slam into the door, the door was tightly shut. He put his hand on his chest and breathed hard. This was no life for an old man.
Ferengi Woman: What’s wrong?
Illini: This one has discovered some angry lifeform in the bathroom.
Ferengi Woman: You're the one that wanted it!
Illini raised an eyebrow. He didn’t recall asking for it.
Illini: Why would this one request such a beast?
Ferengi Woman: :: patting the bed :: Just come back to bed, Roli.
Illini was quiet for a moment.
Illini: :: finally :: This one thinks that is a wise idea.
And he waddled back to the bed, kicking up a dozen glowing balloons as he went.
End JP
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Lieutenant Lhandon Joseph Nilsen
Diplomatic Officer
USS Octavia E Butler
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Ensign Clara Halloway.
Tactical
USS Octavia E Butler
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Lower Tenente Domeni'Dolce
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Prelate Rolo'illini
Fraternal Order of Kings and Princes
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Achi'Trinot
Begrudged Diplomat and Unwilling Absorbed Member of the Mongar
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