Lieutenant JG Amelia Semara - A Different Kind of Boldly Going

[Max]

(( Intergalactic Museum of Toilets, Dangan Prime, Alpha Isles ))

It was well and truly ridiculous meeting a bearded Vulcan who happened to be her crewmate while staring at a gem-encrusted toilet.  Of all the first meetings Amelia had over shore leave, this was certainly one of the more memorable.

Amelia smiled.  She had correctly paired the name and face of the curious man beside her, despite her time aboard the The Quenching of Moist Inflammations.  Still, with an aura like that, she wouldn't have guessed immediately she was talking to a Vulcan.  She immediately gave her very best curtsy by way of apologies for having the upper hand in knowing who he was.

Semara: Lieutenant Junior Grade Amelia Semara. Pleasure to meet you. ::Rising with a smile.:: But enough a’ that. I bet there’s somethin’ even weirder either in this museum or the next one. Wanna help me find it? 

The Vulcan smiled.  Why not?  They were already in a Toilet museum.  It was already well and truly established that none of the little posse of officers were anything approaching anyone's definition of normative (should such a thing exist), and frankly it was better that way.

Stros: I would be delighted.

Amelia grinned at the same time as Richard.

Stros: If my friend Ensign Matthews here may accompany us.

That earned a look of mock-disapproval.

Semara: :: A faux gasp :: You've been makin' friends with the senior officers without me?  The nerve!  :: A growing grin. ::

Matthews: Response

She smirked at the man as they started to flow onward, pulled on by the ceaselessly moving tour guide.  It was a speed tour, after all.  Wouldn't count if they actually stopped to look at anything for more than a second or two.

In the next hall (there was a sign somewhere explaining what they were looking at, but it was all a blur), there was a new curiosity.  The metal was very nearly a mirror finish on the wildly disproportionate (for her bauplan, at least) commode.  The bowl was shaped more like a channel, and the sheer size of the tank either indicated a need to dispose of large quantities of waste, or a need to dispose of large quantities of metal in a way an aggressively post-modern art theorist thought was clever. 

Stros: Would this count as ‘weirder’?

Semara: :: A snort. :: I ain't sure I'd wanna see myself in the metal on my landin' approach, y'know?

Matthews: Response

Stros: It makes one wonder what kind of ‘hardware’ one much have to use such an…interesting commode. 

Amelia tilted her head leftwards, as if the angle might make the object make more sense.  Then she tilted back the other direction until she was almost at a ninety-degree angle.

Semara: Do you think you're supposed to... :: Motioning in the air as if imagining a few ways to situate one's self. :: No, that ain't it.  :: Turning around then backing up closer. :: Ain't that either... :: Turning back around then inspecting closer. :: Ooooh!  Look.  There's little markin's on the inside.  :: brightening. :: Maybe it's like some kind'a contest or challenge.

She grinned fiendishly at the discovery.  Boys and their toys were such strange creatures.  Who needed alien species when there was the highly entertaining opposite gender?

She sighed a little as the smile slipped away from her, still unable to stop thinking about Ras.  Even if he hated her forevermore because of her stupidity, she needed to talk with him, or he'd forever be haunting the little moments like this.  Soon.

Matthews / Stros: Response

Her smile grew again, but the gravitational pull of the tour group was already pulling them on to the next exhibit.  Now they may never know...  Down another corridor - who knew there were so many display-worthy artifacts of this variety? - they landed into a hall clearly labeled "Failed Experiments."

Amelia magnetized to something that plainly sported an LCARS display on the side of what appeared to be just a plain old grey cylinder.  Her lips pursed for a moment - it wasn't toilet-shaped at all!

Then she read the plack, and immediately started vibrating with excitement.

Semara: Guys-guys-guys!  :: Beckoning with a fluttering hand. :: Look what I found!

Matthews / Stros: Response

Amelia was in awe.  The card stated: Direct waste transporter disposal system.  A prototype replacement for the classic head toilet to discreetly relieve officers while on duty using transporter technology in high-stress situations, so they wouldn't have to leave their post.  Development discontinued due to inadequate scanner resolution.

Semara: I thought this thing was a myth!  :: Beat :: I bet it would feel so weird!  :: Suddenly thoughtful :: But it does make you wonder - how much a' what's inside you is "you"?

After all, a gut biome couldn't just be beamed straight out of a healthy person's insides without consequence.  Who knew this place would provoke philosophical ideation?

Matthews / Stros: Response

Tag / TBC...

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Lieutenant Junior Grade Amelia Magnolia Semara

Science Officer - Special Projects

USS Khitomer - NCC-62400

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