Lieutenant JG Miaxdiso Avoi - The Natural Flow
Doz Finch
((The Club Cocora, Deluvia IV))
Miaxdiso smiled encouragingly to Xandria as she swirled the liquid in her glass. She could feel herself lifting merrily with every passing minute, enjoying the natural flow of conversation, as well as the natural flow of everything else. She was completely in her element, and starting to relax a bit more in the presence of the very real princess, Thea Kairis.
Avoi: Oh! Oh! Xandria. You must tell Thea all about Vercaris.
Cain: Vercaris is…gritty. Lots of neon lights, buildings so tall that it’s always dim, even at midday. It’s technically a Federation colony, but it’s at least half Klingon, since it’s on the border between our territories.
Kairis: It sounds a little like veHrom’nagh that way. Which I suppose makes sense, if there's a Klingon influence.
Avoi: Completely. ::She primped a blonde curl.:: If you could describe Vercaris using only one word, Xandria, what would it be?
She noticed that Xandria often tended to lean towards diplomacy when describing her homeworld. It was clearly a delicately balanced operation of ensuring she did it justice, whilst glossing over some of the parts that may have made all of their toes curl. Border colony worlds were so interesting and…primal. Perhaps that was the word she was going to use.
Cain: I don’t think I’d ever call it beautiful, but it is… ::She frowned, considering.:: it is thrilling. Border colonies attract all sorts of characters, good and bad but mostly folks somewhere in between. People just trying to make a life for themselves, one way or another.
Kairis: It's the same in most places, I think. What differs is how easy it is for people to be the person they want to be, instead of the person they have to be.
Avoi: You are so right, Thea. An environment can truly make or break a person depending entirely on the personal freedoms they have, and the trust and support of those they have around them. I suppose that’s truly what makes a home a home. Because as sublime as the Grand Astrodome is, it wouldn’t be the same without my people. ::She hiccupped with a squeak.:: Oh my! The Veacot has gone down rather too well.
As Miaxdiso giggled, Xandria finished her own drink and looked toward her and Thea, gauging their reactions through her sparkling hazel eyes. Just next to her, Thea smiled, imbuing them with all of the warmth of a person trained in royal reassurance. Their own little pocket of safety, right there at the bar brimming with activity, and one about to be graced by another round of drinks. Yay!
Cain: What do you say, another round?
Kairis: Yes. But you choose this time. I'll drink whatever you order, ::she grinned and held up a finger,:: so be kind.
Noticing the hovering finger, the diplomat rippled into a snort of laughter.
Avoi: The pressure is on!
Cain: Response
Like a carnival carousel, the blonde Betazoid twirled around to the bar and shoved her empty glass along the striking wood next to the others, hands then reaching into her bag for her small turquoise mirror. With one heeled foot raised behind her, twisting to give her ankle a rest and to encourage some blood circulation, she started inspecting the condition of her mascara, when through it she saw the evidently important stranger in the booth staring over in their direction again.
Kairis: What other plans do you have for shore leave, other than visiting the hottest club this side of the quadrant?
Avoi: Where do I even begin!?
Cain: Response
She had the flower show, the yacht excursion, the underwater fashion runway, this and that and this and that. An endless and perfectly curated list of things to do and squeeze into their winter shore leave of perfectly coordinated shenanigans. Xandria was penned into most of them, of course, and then she had also invited Ruwon to at least a few. The man appreciated her ability to speak Romulan, and she so savoured the opportunity to practise it.
Kairis: Also, Xandria, are you interested in tall, dark, and brooding? ::She smiled, placing her hand on her chest with a finger subtly, pointing toward the back of the room.:: There's a gentleman at one of the far tables who's checking you out.
Cain: Response
Miaxdiso snapped her handheld mirror shut, stowed it into her bag and twisted around to get a proper look at the tall, dark and brooding man looking over at them — no, at Xandria. She fluttered her eyelashes at her friend, somewhere between amused and confused.
Avoi: He is looking at you! And...he is rather handsome.
Cain / Kairis: Response
The Betazoid whipped out a nail filer and began sharpening her nails as the trio exchanged looks with the man. How very strange it was that his attention wasn’t on the Tyrellian princess, or even on the blonde diplomat, but rather on Xandria who she knew full well wouldn’t be interested. Xandria was absolutely gorgeous, of course, but energy was everything and she had learned that hers, in the presence of intrigued men like him, tended towards a brick wall or barbed wire. Whenever Miaxdiso was around anyway.
Between nail scratches, she spoke with the other girls almost conspiratorially.
Avoi: And he has quite the entourage with him, too.
Cain / Kairis: Response
Avoi: Just who is he, exactly?
Cain / Kairis: Response
Diplomatic Officer
USS Gorkon NCC-82293
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Lt. Commander Doz Finch
Chief Engineer & Second Officer
USS Gorkon NCC-82293
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