Lieutenant JG Amelia Semara - Ayemet!!!!!

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(( Ayemet's Quarter's Doorway, USS Khitomer ))

Semara: Ayemet!!!!!

Amelia's eyes were blown wide.  A part at her lips and the full expansion of her ribs with each inhale along with a single stray blonde tress hinted that just maybe she did run down the corridor to this door.  She didn't even stop to adjust or think up anything more clever than the woman's name before ramming her thumb full-speed into the chime button.

A Dewitt: Response

After turning up on the bridge for a red alert only to apparently not be needed in any urgent capacity for the mass beam-up, Amelia had gone to engineering to start getting help with analyzing equipment.  After that, she came straight here.

Semara: He asked you to come with, and you told him you were too impossibly important to the mission t' leave, surely?

She was talking about Connor, naturally.  How odd it was to show up in main engineering, ask the computer where he was, then have the computer do its wonderfully vague "oh, not here" thing.  Helpful.  She knew he wasn't aboard already, when she thought about it.  And he certainly wasn't on the planet below.  No one was, anymore.

A Dewitt: Response

Amelia scoffed.  oO Men... Oo Was the first, uncharitable thought born of a matriarchal society.

Semara: Well that's just doll dung.

She shook her head at the wild mistranslation of her Semizadi dialect as much as Ayemet's solitude.

A Dewitt: Response

Semara: You know what the ancient Betazoids did to a husband who abandoned his woman?! :: A miffed sigh. :: Nevermind, bad example...  :: Beat :: Well come on, then.  I ain't gonna just leave you by your lonesome.  :: A big grin. ::  Could I tempt you out with somethin' home baked, or maybe a drink a' somethin' that ain't green and a movie stupid 'nough to turn both our brains off?  :: Beat, then a shrug :: Holodecks are off-limits for the moment, so that's the best I got.

A finger finally replaced the wayward bit of her hair.  Her shoulders set and her chin hit an angle, completing the picture of a Betazoid who was totally, completely, all-in serious on her intent to make sure the wonderful woman at least drowned her sorrows under the watchful eye of someone who very much cared.

A Dewitt: 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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