T’larn - Non-Verbal Communication
Lhandon Nilsen
((Abord shuttle, on route to the Port City of I’shal, I-Kiyo Dyson Ring ))
T’Larn had decided to let her hair down that day. She did not need it tied up, so her black hair was styled into tight curls that draped down to give it a full and bouncy look, stretching to her shoulders.
She simply enjoyed the aesthetics of it. That’s not to say that she has fully cast aside emotions, but rather embraced them as tools in her research.
She also enjoyed that she had a task today, one that will be helpful in her linguistic research. A new people, whose forbearers had built a Dyson Ring, an achievement in itself.
I am pleased that Lt. Arlill has asked for my assistance. I am more than happy to provide Lt. Arlill with any linguistic help I can. My task is to help translate between Federation Standard and the language of the I-Kiyo. I’m curious to learn a number of things—I am interested in the differences between the written and spoken language, the contrast between their formal and informal speech patterns, and what comprises their humour.
(( Outside the Shuttle Port, Port City of I’shal, I-Kiyo Dyson Ring ))
She saw that Karen had an interest in how Toxin was doing, considering she was a councillor, that would make sense. Karen went for a blue dress, and T’larn elected to play it somewhat safe with her dress sense, a tan suit atop a white shirt, alongside tan trousers and light but small heels.
Arlill: That could have been a bit less invasive. ::fixing in his tunic::
T’larn: Have you never searched before? It’s more fun when your hiding something!
Arlill: Maybe our departure will be less hands on!
Stendhal: What we can expect here boss?
T’larn: Ah so planning on bringing something back. I know you operations people. You’re always up to something.
She gave Arlill a knowing smirk. She enjoyed this subversion of the stereotype of her culture. The looks on other people's faces were what the humans would could priceless.
Arlill: I’m not sure, we’ve been told that we’re meeting a tall older man St’Amin, but beyond that, we’ll have to figure it out.
Stendhal: Ok let's wait for the tall and old man, so.
T’Larn took a moment to look around.
T’larn: I should have worn bigger heels, it would seem that everyone here is tall. Ah!
Suddenly, in front of them, the man they had been looking for had arrived, Like other I’Kiyo, he was tall, and his skin did show that he had been around for a while.
Arlill: Response
Stendhal: I guess we find the man...
T’Larn: You appear to be correct Lieutenant
Toxin: Response
The man, whose name they had yet to learn, gestured for them to follow him into a narrow, small, and smelly corridor that most likely carried the scent of I’Kiyo urine and vomit. One would be forgiven for thinking there was a nightclub nearby that sold cheap drinks and offered two-for-one student nights.
They were led to what appeared to be a tavern bordering a small square with a number of other establishments around it and at least one of them playing music.
Stendhal: Are we really suppose to be here?
T’larn: Ah, non-verbal communication. ::To Stendhal:: Of course, we are meant to be here.
Arlill:/St’Amin: Response
T’larn gestured to herself, placing her hand on her chest.
T’larn: My name is T’larn; to my left is Lt. Arlill, and here is Lt. Stendhal. I understand if you do not wish to communicate verbally. I am more than willing to accommodate non-verbal communication.
She smiled. There were many unknowns here, but the I’Kiyo seemed to have more than one primary form of communication. She had heard other I’Kiyo speaking verbally and wanted to inquire further. Was this silence a cultural practice, or a personal choice made by the man?
It wasn’t as if they were initiating first contact. She couldn't recall how long the I’Kiyo had possessed warp drive, but it was evident they had a rich and lengthy history she regretted not reviewing.
The man gestured to himself, extending both hands outward, bringing them together, and then moving them to his chest.
Stendhal/Arlill/St’Amin: Response
T’larn: Lt Arlill does have the details. ::to Toxin::It seems as if our friend would like to see the itinerary.
Stendhal/Arlill/St’Amin: Response
T'Larn didn't know what to make of the reaction. The man seemed to be scrutinizing the list, his face scrunched up as if he were searching for something specific. She looked between the man's expression and Arlill and Stendhal, her curiosity piqued by what he might be thinking. Whether this was intriguing or concerning was yet to be determined.
T’larn: ::quietly:: I trust you remembered everything
Stendhal/Arlill/St’Amin: Response
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T’larn
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USS Octavia E Butler
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