Lt Jg Karen Stendhal - Not really a party

[KRN STDL]

((A Bar with a name they are yet to understand, Port City of I’shal, I-Kiyo Dyson Ring ))

That alcoholic beverage was so strong and so disgusting that the young Betazoid woman coughed so hard she nearly coughed up her own soul.

Stendhal: Son of a bench!

Non only Tox but even the alien laughed at her.

St'Amin:  H’ak ha’i h’ak ha’i

T’larn: Language now Counselor

Another bout of sickness overwhelmed Karen. As she fought to regain her composure, she was certain that the entire bar was watching, their eyes filled with amusement.

Arlill: What do we do next Researcher T’larn?

Karen watched  the Vulcan playing with the PADD and the menu on the table, maybe she wanted to order some weird snacks to go with that sugar of a drink.

T'larn: ::pointing to the drink, then the menu:: K'a's'u't'h'i'r... U'd'e'i't'h?.

St'Amin: Y’o’z U’d’e’i’t’h ::holding up another::

Karen gazed at Toxin , time for another go!? Surprisingly her stomach was settling down and she was getting used to that alcoholic minestrone.

Arlill: Salute! ::downing the drink::

St’Amin: S’-a-’l-u-t ::doing the same::

Karen raised up her eyebrows, apparently salute was international.

Stendhal: Salute! Ciao ciao! (( Drinking ))

T’larn: Response

Arlill: We ::gesturing around the table, starting with himself:: Toxin, Karen, T’larn thank you ::pointing at St’Amin:: for your hospitality ::gesturing around the broader room::

St’Amin: ‘Yi Y’o’p (beat) T’h’an’kz ‘U ::pointing at the others::

Arlill: My gods, I think his translations working faster than ours!

Henri: oO About time, I was beginning to get a headache::

Stendhal: ~ Henri, buongiorno, glad to hear about you! How do you feel about this brown alcoholic poison? I think our new tall friend feels you too ,he may be telepathycally able to hear you.~

 (beat) What a lovely slurgh is this! It have a taste of a cheap old Sunday's dinner but with a back taste of caramel, don't you think? Old, like a few days old I mean.

T’larn/ Henri: Response

Arlill: Agreed (beat) let’s keep talking, I think his UT is close and T’larn, you’re definitely onto someth… ::shaking his head::

Stendhal: Yeah good job T'larn you're deffo a really good languagisty. Heel or not heeled! (Drinking) Maybe I should stop to drink this stuff.

(Beat) Are you ok Tox? Did you see the doctor about that?

Anyway I much prefer a Spritz to drink!

T’larn: Response

Arlill: I’m fine, let see what we can order for food, I’m starving.

Another alien, looking like a giant mollusk in pants with a clam-shaped shell on its back, waddled over, offering a bottle of murky pink liquid as a universal gesture of friendship. It placed the bottle on the table along with five oversized glasses. Then, with a gurgling laugh, it poured the steaming concoction, clearly a peace offering for them all. How could they refuse?

Rutto: Bevas Bevias maialones de spaccio tuttos buonos fuuocos di cippa!

Arlill/T’larn/St’Amin : Response.

Rutto shoved St'Amin aside with a lazy flick of his tentacle. St'Amin, of course, wanted exclusive rights to the new arrivals, certain they were loaded with latinum.

Rutto: (gargoling) Rissa Adesso! Uah uah uah! 

Henri/Arlill/T’larn/St’Amin : Response.

Stendhal: I have a feeling he's going to beat him up.

She murmured, sipping the faintly glowing pink stuff. The taste was an unexpected blend of sweet strawberry and pungent fennel. A strange sensation washed over her; she felt lightheaded yet oddly exhilarated.

Henri/Arlill/T’larn/St’Amin : Response.

Tags/TBC

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Lt Jg Karen Trisha Stendhal
Counselor  
USS Octavia E Butler

ID: C239604KS0
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