(I-FL) Diplomat Farquan - Good to Be Here (Saveron)

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(( Forward Lounge, USS Invicta ))

:: Farquan had never really seen a lounge to rival this one.  Not a mobile one, at least - there was always that opulent ballroom back on Betazed, where he’d met the adorable young Betazoid woman who’d begged to be allowed to read his mind - but certainly not on a Federation starship. ::

:: A few minor, cashed-in favors had ensured he’d been one of the first diplomats to board the ship.  The Starfleet crewmen had even rolled out a large, plush red carpet that had felt wonderful against his sandaled toes, and he’d asked the computer - which had spoken to him in a most agreeable female voice - where the best bar on the ship was.  Out of the many he’d had to choose from, this, the computer had stated, had the best view. ::

:: The muscular Edo man had spent the last two hours carousing, joking with, and laughing at a hologram he’d summoned near the massive windows that looked out from the front of the ship, much to the delight, he had no doubt, of the grinning and occasionally laughing crew members who’d watched.  All it had taken was a little social lubricant - provided by the substantial supply of real alcohol he’d had his manservant bring on board - and he was feeling absolutely glorious, dancing with his substantially endowed Orion slave girl hologram. ::

oO But… that sound, what is that beautiful sound? Oo

:: Immediately, Farquan passed the mostly drunk bottle of liquor off to the young looking Human crewman who’d been asking completely uninteresting questions about his job as a diplomat, and made his way over toward the piano that hadn’t been there when he’d arrived.  At it?  A Vulcan.  Well, it could be worse.  The player might have been a Tellarite.  He leaned up against the large piano, a broad smile on his face. ::

Farquan: My dear Vulcan, what delicate fingers you have!  Is that not a human instrument you’re playing?

Saveron:

Farquan: And you’ve mastered it.  Then again, I’ve yet to meet a Vulcan who didn’t master at least, oh… seven and a half disciplines.  Any less would be illogical, yes?

:: He let out a boisterous, loud laugh, and thumped a hand up against the piano several times. ::

Saveron:

Farquan: Oh, of course, of course!  My name is Farquan. :: A little unsteadily, he backed up, and offered the Vulcan an elaborate bow. :: Diplomatic Envoy from Edo, here to get to know your crew, and this region.  And your name, mister Vulcan?

Saveron:

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Farquan

Edo Diplomat

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