Lt. JG Haukea-Willow: Enter This Deserted House
Aly Drolet
OOC: Reading of the poem Haukea shares:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pEHR1CE2jI
((Sick-bay, USS Narendra))
Haukea slowly, yet with confidence sat up on the biobed, rolling her shoulders and twisting about. Nothing hurt, pulled, seemed sore. Good as new so it seemed. With Madison’s ocean blue eyes finally meeting Haukea’s grey blue ones, she responded, noticing the way Madison winked at her in a playful manner, prompting her to adjust her comments to match their playful atmosphere. Eventually the whole conversation turned back around towards animals.
Willow: Any names picked out yet?
Marsh: ::pondering:: Odin, Thor, Zeus, Poseidon, and Ares are preliminary options. Did you happen to have any suggestions?
Willow: Maverick? I don’t know, I’m not the best at naming things. Never had a pet myself.
Madison, in a show of support, gently patted her back, rubbing softly at her well toned muscles. Haukea herself understood little in the way of animal names. The scientific name provided more impact and information to her than a name of more humanoid style. Nevertheless, she understood the importance of one, just like for humanoids. Besides, they provided insight into one’s personality.
Marsh: Well, you're about to share one with me.
Willow: I guess I am.
And with the Narendra docking soon back at Starbase 118, there was no better time to adopt an animal companion than the present.
Marsh: Alrighty, the Narendra should be docked by now and we can head to the San Francisco District. I heard that they have a pet store there, it would be nice to rescue one.
Like Amar had been “rescued” and brought into Haukea’s loving home.
Willow: I believe I would like that as well.
Marsh: ::heading towards the exit, but still keeping in pace with Haukea:: Let's head to the turbolift.
Willow: Aye aye Captain.
((Turbolift, Starbase 118 Ops))
Eventually the pair made the walk down the corridor, approaching the turbolift that would lead them towards their destination. It was Madison who gave the computer directions, speaking to the robotic machine.
Marsh: San Francisco District.
Willow: It’s ingenious how computers have evolved to recognize humanoid speech.
Marsh: Whenever I talk to the computer, I feel like I'm talking to an invisible person. It's like I don't know where to make eye contact, are they taller, shorter, or the same height? I always assume they are taller, so I look up. ::She giggled at her own comment::
Willow: That reminds me of something…
But please walk softly as you do.
Frogs dwell here and crickets too.
Ain't no ceiling, only blue.
Jays dwell here and sunbeams too.
Floors are flowers - take a few
Ferns grow here and daisies too.
Swoosh, whoosh - too-whit, too-woo
Bats dwell here and hoot owls too.
Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee, hoo-hoooo,
Gnomes dwell here and goblins too.
And my child, I thought you knew
I dwell here… and so do you.
Marsh: Response
Willow: Poetry. As a child I consumed a large volume of poets and wisdom. My brain simply seemed to latch onto the words and their hidden meanings. Now they just come out when I least expect it.
Marsh: Response
Willow: It certainly is fairly zany. Don’t take offense. ::Not that she particularly thought Madison would::
Marsh: Response
