Lt Jg Karen Stendhal - A Betazoid-human, a Vulcan, a Bolian/Tellarite and an alien walk into a bar...
3 views
Skip to first unread message
KRN STDL
Sep 5, 2024, 8:20:40 AM9/5/24
to sb118-...@googlegroups.com
(( Outside the Shuttle Port, Port City of I’shal, I-Kiyo Dyson Ring ))
Karen's eyes darted down to T'Larn's heels, wondering what logic a Vulcan would use to go on a mission wearing high heels, even if they weren't extremely high. The image of a Vulcan, renowned for their logic and control, teetering around in heels was almost comical.
T’larn: I should have worn bigger heels, it would seem that everyone here is tall. Ah!
It was as if the other had read her mind; had she perhaps transmitted her thoughts? Usually, she was only able to receive them, but who knows what might have happened after those bizarre teleports she had undergone. Maybe all those weird phase-teleports had messed with her abilities? A slightly crooked grin twisted her lips.
Arlill: Not extremely practical I would think.
Stendhal: I guess we found the man...
T’Larn: You appear to be correct Lieutenant
A tall man, like apparently everyone else on the ring, stood before them.
Arlill: Greetings
Karen noticed the man was quiet. He pointed toward an alley and motioned for them to follow.
Stendhal: Are we really supposed to be here?
T’larn: Ah, non-verbal communication. ::To Stendhal:: Of course, we are meant to be here.
Arlill: Where are we?
The man finally said something.
St'Amin: L'a'i'th'n'a'r'i'th. ::gestures around:: K'a's'u'th'i'r'a'n'a
Stendhal: Those gestures were a bit excessive, and did he really say 'Kamasutra'? We may be in real danger!
Karen looked towards T’larn too. oO Time to see if you worth those heels girl Oo
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.
Es'th'o St'Amin didn't look so happy, but he made more gestures.
St'Amin: E's't'h'o S't'a'm'i'n ::gestures to himself:: L'a'i't'h'n'a'r'i't'h
The situation was a bit frustrating. Karen didn't perceive anything useful, even telepathically. The tall man eventually had something in common with the Ferengis...
Arlill: We ::gesturing around the group:: are here to come together with your people ::putting his hands together::
St’Amin: My L'a'i't'h'n (beat) am Es’th’o. ::gesturing again to himself::
Stendhal:I think his name is Esto or something like that. So Laitn must mean something like my name... Latin Karen!
She said happily.
T’larn: Lt Arlill does have the details. ::to Toxin:: It seems as if our friend would like to see the itinerary.
Arlill: Either that or they’re showing us a shopping list. T’larn are you able to get any of this translated?
Stendhal: Do we actually need this shopping list?
She asked, confused.
St'Amin: ****K'a's'u't'h'i'r l'i's't n'a'r'i't'h? ((ooc: Translated: “What is this list?”)
T’larn: ::quietly:: I trust you remembered everything
Arlill: I think so (beat) I thought I did.
St'Amin: K'a's'u't'h'i'r confused, a'h'i's n'u't p’uit’h’o.
Karen was even more confused than St'Amin.
Arlill: ::gesturing drinking from a glass:: drinks? ::waving his hand towards the rest of the group::
Stendhal: A romulan ale may help the situation.
T’larn: Response
Esto looked up at the waiter, signaling for four drinks. The waiter returned promptly with four glasses of dark brown liquid. Esto raised the first glass as a toast before drinking it all in one gulp.
St’Amin: U’d’e’i’t’h ((ooc: Drink))
Stendhal: Well, it doesn't look or smell like fizzy pops but more like gravy...
T’larn/ Arlill: Response
With a grimace, Karen forced down the vile, brown-hued liquid. The alcohol burned its way down her throat.
T’larn/ Arlill/ St'Amin: Response
A hiss escaped Karen's lips as she feared she might burst into flames. She pounded the table, her coughs racking her body.
Stendhal: Could this be an elixir of understanding? I wager that after a few draughts, we'll not only comprehend Esto's every word but join him in harmonious song
T’larn/ Arlill/ St'Amin: Response
At the tall man's signal, the waiter returned with four more small glasses and a bottle of dark liquor.
Stendhal: Son of a bench!
T’larn/ Arlill/ St'Amin: Response
Tags/TBC
Karen's eyes darted down to T'Larn's heels, wondering what logic a Vulcan would use to go on a mission wearing high heels, even if they weren't extremely high. The image of a Vulcan, renowned for their logic and control, teetering around in heels was almost comical.
T’larn: I should have worn bigger heels, it would seem that everyone here is tall. Ah!
It was as if the other had read her mind; had she perhaps transmitted her thoughts? Usually, she was only able to receive them, but who knows what might have happened after those bizarre teleports she had undergone. Maybe all those weird phase-teleports had messed with her abilities? A slightly crooked grin twisted her lips.
Arlill: Not extremely practical I would think.
Stendhal: I guess we found the man...
T’Larn: You appear to be correct Lieutenant
A tall man, like apparently everyone else on the ring, stood before them.
Arlill: Greetings
Karen noticed the man was quiet. He pointed toward an alley and motioned for them to follow.
Stendhal: Are we really supposed to be here?
T’larn: Ah, non-verbal communication. ::To Stendhal:: Of course, we are meant to be here.
Arlill: Where are we?
The man finally said something.
St'Amin: L'a'i'th'n'a'r'i'th. ::gestures around:: K'a's'u'th'i'r'a'n'a
Stendhal: Those gestures were a bit excessive, and did he really say 'Kamasutra'? We may be in real danger!
Karen looked towards T’larn too. oO Time to see if you worth those heels girl Oo
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.
Es'th'o St'Amin didn't look so happy, but he made more gestures.
St'Amin: E's't'h'o S't'a'm'i'n ::gestures to himself:: L'a'i't'h'n'a'r'i't'h
The situation was a bit frustrating. Karen didn't perceive anything useful, even telepathically. The tall man eventually had something in common with the Ferengis...
Arlill: We ::gesturing around the group:: are here to come together with your people ::putting his hands together::
St’Amin: My L'a'i't'h'n (beat) am Es’th’o. ::gesturing again to himself::
Stendhal:I think his name is Esto or something like that. So Laitn must mean something like my name... Latin Karen!
She said happily.
T’larn: Lt Arlill does have the details. ::to Toxin:: It seems as if our friend would like to see the itinerary.
Arlill: Either that or they’re showing us a shopping list. T’larn are you able to get any of this translated?
Stendhal: Do we actually need this shopping list?
She asked, confused.
St'Amin: ****K'a's'u't'h'i'r l'i's't n'a'r'i't'h? ((ooc: Translated: “What is this list?”)
T’larn: ::quietly:: I trust you remembered everything
Arlill: I think so (beat) I thought I did.
St'Amin: K'a's'u't'h'i'r confused, a'h'i's n'u't p’uit’h’o.
Karen was even more confused than St'Amin.
Arlill: ::gesturing drinking from a glass:: drinks? ::waving his hand towards the rest of the group::
Stendhal: A romulan ale may help the situation.
T’larn: Response
Esto looked up at the waiter, signaling for four drinks. The waiter returned promptly with four glasses of dark brown liquid. Esto raised the first glass as a toast before drinking it all in one gulp.
St’Amin: U’d’e’i’t’h ((ooc: Drink))
Stendhal: Well, it doesn't look or smell like fizzy pops but more like gravy...
T’larn/ Arlill: Response
With a grimace, Karen forced down the vile, brown-hued liquid. The alcohol burned its way down her throat.
T’larn/ Arlill/ St'Amin: Response
A hiss escaped Karen's lips as she feared she might burst into flames. She pounded the table, her coughs racking her body.
Stendhal: Could this be an elixir of understanding? I wager that after a few draughts, we'll not only comprehend Esto's every word but join him in harmonious song
T’larn/ Arlill/ St'Amin: Response
At the tall man's signal, the waiter returned with four more small glasses and a bottle of dark liquor.
Stendhal: Son of a bench!
T’larn/ Arlill/ St'Amin: Response
Tags/TBC
=================================
Lt Jg Karen Trisha Stendhal
Counselor
USS Octavia E Butler
Counselor
USS Octavia E Butler
ID: C239604KS0
=================================
=================================
#######################################
Reply all
Reply to author
Forward
0 new messages