Ensign Miaxdiso Avoi - Horrible, Harrowing and Hideous
Doz Finch
((Miaxdiso Avoi’s Quarters, USS Gorkon))
Xandria brushed her hair back into a ponytail, as conflicted thoughts poured out of the many holes of her proverbial bucket. Miniature streams of fear and uncertainty, upon which tiny pink flowers of hope floated. They had each other, Miax and Xandria, and that counted for quite a lot. Even if their universe had been forcibly stolen from them, and replaced by something horrible and harrowing and… hideous!
Cain: Miax, you’re a brilliant diplomat, and… I know you’ll have your hands full here but please spar with me.
Avoi: Right NOW!?
Cain: No, not right now, Princess! ::Despite the dire situation, she laughed.:: The gym, 0400. I know you probably won’t ever end up facing the Borg on your own, but…but just in case. Please.
Miax’s oily eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets at her friend's completely random request. Because not only was the notion of her sparring with anyone wildly absurd, but the timing of it was even more unhinged. And yet her friend's hazel eyes were earnest, verging on a plea. One that would usually have been met with an instantaneous decline, if it weren’t for the sincereness hanging like a sweet fragrance in the air.
Avoi: How could I of all people possibly spar! Be realistic, Xandria.
Cain: Response
Giving her hazel-eyed friend a look, Miax walked over to another mirror, this one closer to her bathroom and with a sheer and teal material draped across one of its corners. She scrupulously investigated her runny mascara, dabbing carefully at it with a silk handkerchief she’d procured from her jacket pocket, one with her initials stitched into it, another gift that was given to her—this time by her father Astrim.
Avoi: I don’t know. It all sounds so very messy.
Cain: Response
The skin of her sockets repainted and her lashes topped up, she practised her smiles in her reflection, sucking air into her lungs with a bit of a wobble. Perhaps Xandria had a point about being prepared…and she knew that if Torvi had been there, she’d have likely agreed to the idea too. And after all, there were so many things she had left to see and do and experience. She couldn’t allow the Borg to take all of that away from her.
Avoi: Perhaps. ::Thinking.:: I do have this *sensational* two-piece I’ve been meaning to wear. My father made it. ::She turned to Xandria with glittering eyes.:: Did I ever tell you that he’s a fashion designer?
Cain: Response
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Ensign Miaxdiso Avoi
Diplomatic Officer
USS Gorkon NCC-82293
Simmed by
Lieutenant Doz Finch
Assistant Chief Engineer
USS Gorkon NCC-82293
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