Ensign Miaxdiso Avoi - A Clam Shaped Calamity
Doz Finch
((Miaxdiso’s Penthouse, City of Idridi, Betazed))
In the pink carpeted paradise of Miaxdiso’s penthouse living room, the blonde Betazoid handed her closest friend Xandria a gaunt-stemmed glass of the sparkling good stuff. Non-alcoholic Veacot juice, that is, the sound of its plummy liquid like miniature fireworks in her hands.
Avoi: It's non-alcoholic! But we can have Diahali shots before we leave later on. They're spicy! You'll enjoy them.
Cain: Spicy alcohol I can get behind.
Miax swallowed some of the fizzing juice and licked her glossy lips, satiated, satisfied, and filled to repletion. For the time being, at least. Other pressing matters would undoubtedly lead her to a state of manic dehydration again, like whether or not the maid had properly dusted the cabinets, or…whether or not Xandria would collapse from her apparent state of overwhelm.
Cain: See, I knew calling you ‘Princess’ wasn’t an exaggeration.
Avoi: Mm? Oh! Aha, my portrait. Divine, isn’t it? That’s the outfit I wore for my twenty-first birthday. The picture was made another time, of course.
A wise trick taught to her by her father Astrim. Her actual twenty-first birthday had encountered a bit of a hiccup in the form of an aggressive Idridian storm, wetting not just the gown and tiara, but all of her guests too. Thankfully the party moved indoors instead and the damage was repairable, both in clothing and reputation.
Cain: Please tell me you still have that crown. Actually, I bet you have a bunch of crowns.
Miax briefly caught a cottony vestige of an image Xandria had in her mind involving said crowns, but she quickly became distracted by the opportunity to show her the collection she had amassed. She slammed her glass down with excitement.
Avoi: As it happens, I do! They’re in my bedroom. Come, come!
Cain: Response
She turned on her heel and began her journey through another corridor in the direction of the boudoir, slowly unravelling her blue and cream headscarf along the way, draping it onto the white head of a Flanarian bird statue. The corridor, again designed in the trend of pinks and purples and whites, glittered with floridity.
As she reached the doors, humming happily, she turned with a squeak, carefully opened them and…
Avoi: I’ve a whole collection of crowns, tiaras, bracelets and necklaces. It's all in my walk-in wardroOoOooOOOAAHHHH!
Miaxdiso screamed at the top of her lungs. There in her giant clam-shaped bed was her messy-haired brother Cigris, curled up in her ivory silk sheets with not one, not two but three other strangers. Clothes and shoes were scattered over white rugs and across her striped chaise in the corner, adding to her horror.
C. Avoi: ::Murmuring, waking up.:: Hey sis.
Avoi: CIGRIS! What are you doing!? Who are these people!? ::She gasped.:: My sheets! They were imported from the City of Iscandar! ISCANDAR CIGRIS!
The strangers, all Betazoids and all naked, woke in a flurry and darted out of the bed, fumbling and tripping over each other in urgency as they pulled on socks and trousers and shirts, hobbling past a flailing and shouting Miaxdiso, and past Xandria, into the corridor beyond. Cigris, leaning on the backs of his elbows, watched on with a bit of amusement at the scene, only adding to Miaxdiso’s expanding inferno.
Cain: Response
Diplomatic Officer
USS Gorkon NCC-82293
Simmed by
Lieutenant Doz Finch
Assistant Chief Engineer
USS Gorkon NCC-82293
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