Ensign Karen Fodder - Spilled Drinks
Kaitlyn Kalor
((Interior, The Veytan Shell, Risa))
S'Rorr: I'm off duty, just call me Rory. Yes, have you met Kim Stapledon?
Rory sat up a bit more, making it easier for Karen to speak with Kim.
Stapledon: Hi.
S'Rorr: What are you having, Karen? May I call you Karen?
Fodder: Of course, Rory.
A man with long hair, pale skin, and glasses approached, speaking in a raspy smoker's voice. It reminded Karen of a wolfman-like voice.
Man: Hey! You got any pot?
Kim shook her head.
Stapledon: No, sorry.
The man headed off, clearly disappointed.
Fodder: Shame, you look like you’d be fun high, Kim.
S’Rorr shook his head while laughing. Down the bar, Nausicaans approached a group of Klingons.
S'Rorr: What do you think they're fighting about?
Karen shrugged before taking a drink.
Stapledon: Something about one the breath being stronger than they are...
Fodder: Something, something, honor, your mother smells of elderberries, don’t make me fart in your direction one more time type rabble.
S'Rorr: Response
From Kim’s reaction, it was clear that she had the Universal Translator active, and some choice words were being bandied about.
S'Rorr: Could I have another one? Actually, can I have a Cari'Ol Blood? Kim, Karen, you've got to try this one.
The Klingons and Nausicaans were getting rowdy with each other. Karen turned her back to the group, not really wanting to get involved.
Stapledon: That looks good.
Fodder: For a Caitain, most sane humanoids tend to avoid blood unless you're Is’Kah, then she drinks it from the tap.
S'Rorr: Come oooon, it's good!
Karen sighed when a Klingon woman cried out. Hopefully, the night wouldn’t devolve into a bar fight.
Klingon Woman: I will have COPIOUS amounts of Blood Wine! ::To cheers of agreement::
S'Rorr: Seee? Blood drinks aren't THAT bad. They like 'em.
Stapledon: ::Now feeling a little warm::: Blood drinks are good...
Fodder: I might have a new drink in my rotation.
S'Rorr: Response
Pursing her lips, Karen took another drink. From the tone, they were not exactly nice words.
Stapledon: She's mad. She thinks he's weak. In certain ways.
Fodder: In what way?
S'Rorr: Response
Stapledon: You don't want to know.
Karen sipped her drink after it was set in front of her. It had a tangy taste, somewhat expected with the word blood in it.
Stapledon: This is really good actually... ::She felt a surge enter her head from her lower body:: Owwwffff wow!
Fodder: Lightweight.
S'Rorr: Response
Klingon Woman: ::In Klingon:: Battle???? You couldn't even defeat an Earth poodle in combat, you weak kneed p'takh!
Nausicaan: Poodle??? Hahaha, your mother was a gerbil and your great house smells of cowards covered in soft lavender!
Stapledon: Oh no...
Fodder: See, I told you the elderberry insults were coming.
S'Rorr: Response
Fodder: We probably should consider leaving, as they are likely to throw hands. I, for one, don’t want to explain to the Captain why Lieutenant Is’Kah had to bail us out of jail.
Stapledon/S’Rorr: Responses
Fodder: I saw a bar a few blocks down, shall we head that way?
Stapledon/S’Rorr: Responses
Nodding, Fodder stood and picked up her drink. She wasn’t about to let something like leaving get in the way of finishing it. As she brought it up to her lips, the Nausicaan took a fist across the jaw, causing him to stumble back and knock her drink out of her hands. However, Karen was able to catch the man while the bright red liquid covered her, leaving her with a disgusted look. Anger lit in her eyes, her voice full of cold fury.
Fodder: How dare you knock my drink out like that! Do you have any idea how long it took me to get ready for tonight? No, you clearly don’t, you disrespectful cur!
She threw the Nausicaan into the bar, stomped on a foot, and then landed an uppercut to the jaw.
Stapledon/S’Rorr/NPC: Responses
Ensign Karen Fodder, as written by:
Lieutenant Is’Kah Xiron
Chief of Security and Tactical
USS Chin’toka
R240101I14
Pronouns:
She/Her (Player and Character)
Zha/Zhen (Character)