((Muster Station 01B4, PanRisa Cruise Line vessel, Indulgence of Chocolate-Coated Jama'haron))
The inflatable suit Morda was in had over inflated to the point he was looking like an oversized piece of fruit. Or as Morda had said, a giant blueberry. B’Ella had use a sharp piece of glass to poke a hole to help him escape.
B'Ella: Are you alright?
She waited with bated breath for Ensign Morda to gather some air in his lungs. She hoped he was alright.
Morda: Yeah. Yeah, I will be. Thanks. Thank you very much.
She gave him a nod
B’Ella: You’re most welcome.
She could tell he was still struggling a bit to breathe. Her kept her eyes on him making sure he would be okay before helping him up on his feet.
Morda: I think…. :: He paused, balancing the prudence of swinging by medbay for a quick scan and the growling of his stomach :: I think I’m going to get a blueberry smoothie, and try to walk this off. But I’ll swing by medbay just to make sure I didn’t ding anything.
B’Ella: That’s a good idea. The doctors there can make sure you got your lungs back.
Extending his hand, Morda shook B’Ella’s as she returned the gesture.
Morda: Thanks again, B’Ella. I owe you one.
B’Ella: ::shakes his hand:: Think nothing of it. Would you like me to accompany you?
Morda: No, it's all good. I'm, uh, going to walk this embarassment off. All will be well. Blueberry smoothies away.
oO Blueberry smoothies? Hmm Oo
She never had one before. Perhaps one day, she would give it a try. The thought of smoothies reminded her that she had a prior lunch date with several members of the crew. Ice Cream she believed was what Ensign Matthews had in mind.
After seeing Ensign Morda off, she turned and headed in that direction. Her stomach was ready to eat and she figured she might as well join them at the Dairy Goodbar was it? After all it was just ice cream, right? What could go wrong there?
End
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Ensign B’Ella,
Communications Officer
USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)
As simmed by
Lieutenant (JG) Ezra Zerva
Security Officer
USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)
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