Ensign Qurgh'Loq Yinn: Neither Fish Nor Fowl
Mike Vago
OOC: Enjoyed this scene but wrapping it up since we're in mission land ;)
((Secondary engineering storage room 002∆ , Deck 11, USS Octavia E. Butler))
The original idea had been to have a party a Klingon/Bolian hybrid could enjoy, but in the end, it was just another human party. Overly sweet foods, decorations. No songs sung of glory, no dancing around a bonfire, no feats of endurance, no midnight dive into the ocean. And no chance of washing up onto the beach in the arms of a few drunken revelers.
But it was an opportunity to get to know their crewmates, and that, at least, Loq was able to appreciate.
Kovacs: (smiling) Perhaps, but, for me at least, I feel it’s more authentic if it’s not computer aided. I think I’ve grown more in that direction since I met Lhando — watching the effort and soul he pours into a meal making it more delicious somehow. I mean, logically I know the replicator creates perfect copies, but there’s some psychological shift. You know what I mean?
Yinn: Absolutely. Replicated fish loses so much of its subtlety. And bloodwine without real blood? An abomination!
Kovacs: Have you avoided the thumb of death using it?
Qualunque: Yeah actually is a generic assistant, I can't afford the energy quota to have one of my own, but I've managed to personalize a generic one with my begonias data.
Kovacs: Well, if it’s for a good reason, I don’t see why the chief wouldn’t… the holo-hardware runs on completely different power systems so I’m sure that tap has more to spare.
Eli watched as Una took a moment to grab some more treats off the table, and he was a bit surprised at what he thought was her selection.
Kovacs: ::making a teasing face:: Tuna and Tequila?
Yinn: I never thought about fermenting an Earth fish's oil, but that might be worth exploring...
Qualunque: Response
Kovacs: Wellllll, I can’t argue that. And, what the heck is a gnillif by the way? ::laughing::
Yinn: A Bolian amphibian. It's got eight legs and can't ever get out of its own way, which we find adorable.
Qualunque: Response
The event continued on for several more hours, with folks joining and departing the different social circles until it was either time for them to report for duty or hit the sack. Eli, who had struggled to make any friends, now felt he had them in Loq’Yinn and Qualunque — a group he’d affectionately named the odd balls given the wacky adventures they’d been on lately.
[End Scene for Yinn]
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Ensign Qurgh'Loq Yinn
Science Officer / Diplomatic Corps
USS Octavia E. Butler
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