Ensign S'Rorr - Three Caitians Walk Into a Bar

[S'Rorr]

(( Shuttle Terminal, New Orleans, Louisiana, Earth ))

It was early night on the planet as S'Rorr stepped out of the shuttle terminal and out into the cool brisk air, dressed in as nice an outfit as he could replicate on the fly aboard the Chin'toka. The nicest outfit he had were some of his old Caitian clothes but this was Earth and Earth people tended to be uncomfortable around that amount of 'reveal'. And so he wore a nice pair of red trousers and matching jacket over a white silk shirt with a plunging neck, instead. Not as nice but very stylish nonthelss! He had a small suitcase behind him. Though currently empty, he hoped he'd be able to bring it back with him full of interesting Earth stuff.

The sights, sounds, and smells of New Orleans hit him hard. It was all tuned up, everything exaggerated. Louder louds, brighter brights. He could hear zydeco music blasting from at least one nearby venue, smell gumbo and etouffee, alcohol and flambéed bananas, could see crowds of busy Humans all moving as if they weren't in all that much of a hurry, living in the moment and taking in the sights. He wondered if they were ALL tourists or if that's just how the people liked to flow in this hot, humid part of the Human homeworld.

He had arrived with his two Caitian shipmakes, Commander V'Nille and fellow ensign Shivara, ostensibly to meet with V'Nille's sister and enjoy some New Orleans night life and food. S'Rorr thought about real, actual Caitian food and started drooling. He'd skipped his lunch just for this.

V'Nille spun around with a grin, making her green dress whirl out as she did. She looked so excited and S'Rorr found that enthusiasm powerfully contageous.

V’Nille: I smell her. She’s got to be close. Come on, you two.

S'Rorr: Aye, commander!

He issued a salute and formal acknowledgement to playfully contrast with the otherwise completely off-duty, friendly vibe.

Shivara: Response

V’Nille: Don’t worry too much. She’s the tallest one of the bunch of us and, true enough to the name of the food that inspired her, C’Reem has white fur. Well, mostly white. I’m excited for you to meet her!

Shivara: Response

S’Rorr: I can't wait to eat. Speaking of food, though, were you all named after Human food? I always thought V'Nille sounded unique for a Caitian name, but I just assumed it was just more common in the colonies. Your sister's named after food, too? What's she like?

V’Nille: All of our names are inspired by human food flavors, yes. Well, she’s the adventurous sort. I’m told she can be intense for people that aren’t used to her like I am. She was supposed to join the same company as my parents to learn the ropes but she visited Earth at one point and just kind of fell in love with the place, I guess. She’s settling in here. I told you she’s opening a restaurant that’s supposed to be a fusion of Caitian and, uh… Cajun cuisine, right? Opening night is tomorrow. That’s why I brought you two along. We’re going to taste test her creations! She has a human chef helping her, I think.

S’Rorr: ::clapping his hands together:: YES! That's what I'm excited about. The Caitian-Cajun, C'Reem! I can't wait. What do you think, Shivara? You hungry?

S'Rorr reached out and placed a hand on Shivara's back between her shoulder blades as he checked in with her.

Shivara: Response

S'Rorr: I hope we won't be too early if we go right away.

V'Nille/Shivara: Response

S'Rorr tapped his suitcase with the toe of a shoe and it came to life, levitating a few inches above the ground. A small rim of glowing blue light built into it indicated that it was in follow mode and would stay close to its owner.

S'Rorr: In hindsight, I think I should have brought a jacket. It's colder than I thought it would be.. I smell a sea breeze, but my whiskers are telling me the cold air is coming down from the other direction. 

Shivara/V'Nille: Response

S'Rorr followed along with his hands tucked into the pockets of his stylish red jacket.

S'Rorr: Do you think she'll serve cocktails? I've always wanted to try a sazerac. It's sounds like such a dirty word in my native.

Shivara/V'Nille: Response

Ensign S'Rorr

Counselor

USS Chin'toka

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