Koryan - "Let's Do It!"
Amanda Nordstrom
((Writer’s Room, USS OEB))
Koryan enjoyed chatting with the patrons who came into the Writer’s room. Among those that night were Loq’Yinn whose unique situation was both confusing and fascinating. Then there was Maxwell, a man who’s demeanour was at odds with the scarring on his face. If he was right, there was a story behind that, but it wasn’t one he would ask about. No, Koryan instead let people open up about what they wanted rather than try to play counsellor and dive into things directly, especially when they were in the presence of others. No, he kept the conversation pretty light, and as they talked, the idea of a party came up.
Koryan: Sounds like you have the beginnings of an idea. Consider holding a party of your own? Maybe the way you want one to be thrown?
The Klingon body rubbed a hand over the ridges on their forehead.
Yinn: I'm not sure Starfleet would approve of the amount of sex at a Bolian party or the amount of violence at a Klingon one. Humans tend to be squeamish about both.
Maxwell: What happens on the holodeck.
Koryan snorted. He didn’t know that much about Bolian culture, but Loq’Yinn was pretty sure as long as it was done off duty and people didn’t actually get hurt (at least permanently), the cultural aspects of the parties would be respected. However, he also understood they had to take other cultures and sensitivities into account.
Koryan: Maybe you two have inspired me.
Yinn: What do you have in mind?
Maxwell: Aye come lad, get it spilt.
Koryan: Well, there’s lots of ideas as to what constitutes a fun party. Why not have something that appeals to all those tastes? If we use the holodeck -
At that, the Kazleti nodded to Maxwell for the idea he mentioned earlier.
Korean: We can have separate sections for the different…inclinations of those in attendance. People can come and go between them as they please.
Maxwell: You're gonnae need a fair time tae organise that. ::He motioned towards the streaking starfield outside with a smirk.:: But fortunately, you've a captive audience.
Koryan: And I’m pretty sure Commander Rouiancet would approve it as long as everything is consensual and no one gets hurt.
There was no guarantee about that when it came to a Klingon style to do, though.
Koryan: Or, rather, permanently hurt.
Yinn: Response
The marine scooped up his bloodwine and downed it right quick, a pretty mean feat for a human. Yeah, that man had been around.
Maxwell: Koryan, you're spoiling us wi' the real stuff.
Max’s face split into a wide grin.
Koryan: Enjoy it. I’m cutting you both off the real stuff after that - you’ve reached the limit for now. It resets every twenty four hours.
That wasn’t a standard day for every species, but it was a typical Starfleet ‘day’, so that’s what he went with. Besides, it was usually time enough to detox from real alcohol, unless someone had a hidden stash, and if a patron came in already half drunk, well, Koryan wouldn’t feed more wood to the fire.
Maxwell/Yinn: Response
Koryan: I tell you what, I’ll approach the commander about it. Would you two be interested in helping with the planning if it’s approved? He did say if, because although Koryan was pretty sure Rouiancet would be open to the idea, he also didn’t want to assume it was a fact before it was truly a fact.
Maxwell/Yinn: Response
Koryan: I’ll get right on it then.
And despite the fact that he’d only got the initial inklings of an idea, he couldn’t help but start forming visions of the various sections he could set up in the holodeck. He’d have to take a census of the various species on the station to cater to and represent all who were there. Man, it was going to be a big party.
Maxwell/Yinn: Response
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Koryan
Bartender
USS Octavia E. Butler
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