Lt Avander Promontory: Grateful for a Distraction
Avander Promentory
((Gratitude Festival, Bajor))
The Gratitude Festival was just what Avander needed to get out of his quarters and engage with others during the undirected time of shore leave. He had a number of things weighing on his mind and without a mission to focus his energy, he had been getting a little lost in his own thoughts.
It was no surprise, therefore, when it came time to burn a ‘Renewal Scroll’ that Avander chose to symbolically let go of some of the anxieties that had been building in his mind regarding his performance and efforts on the ‘Oumuamua. He had written ‘the past’ on his scroll and burned it up before he could reconsider.
The past would be always with him, of course. As would the present and future, but he hoped that this ceremony would free him a little from the guilt he still felt over losing Jack and diminish somewhat the nostalgia for the ‘good old days’ when he was a new ensign. So much had changed since then and so much would continue to change. He wanted to greet the next chapter in his life with a refreshed mental slate.
Fortunately, he was immediately able to embark on a pair of new developing relationships as he was joined at the festival by Lts Sherlock and Herrick. When they had each completed the renewal ritual, Avander looked around for something fun to engage in. He jerked his hands towards a crowd surrounding an entertainer juggling objects high in the air, but Aine didn’t seem to be too excited for that.
Avander wasn’t particular, Everything here was somewhat new, afterall.
Promontory: Well, it’s my first time on Bajor.
Herrick: (a bit too excitedly) Same!
Sherlock: There's gotta be something. If we can just avoid setting fires.
Herrick: ::eyes widening:: Fires…?
Sherlock: ::shaking her head:: Nevermind. Have you guys ever tried Bajoran food?
Herrick: No, saw something about ::he grabbed his padd out:: Has parrot or is it Hesperet? That seems to be a popular street food?
Promontory: I’ve had mixed experiences with street food. (beat) But I’ll watch you two try something and then, maybe, have a bite.
Sherlock: Everything has a spiciness, even the fruit. Always made me wonder if Bajorans have odd taste buds.
Promontory: (grinning) Or maybe it’s the rest of the galaxy that has the weird taste buds!
Most of the venues they passed were packed with patrons. That left the officers in the eternal dilemma between picking a place with a long line or picking a place that wasn’t popular (which probably meant worse food!)
Herrick: How about some street food? ::pointing across the street:: It looks… interesting.
Josh turned to a menu posted on a cart and read through the options.
Promontory: Again, I’ll let you go first!
Sherlock: Response
Herrick: Wait, that’s what a vole is?! (beat) It still looks delicious.
Sherlock: Response
Promontory: Maybe I’ll stick with a moba juice.
He had had the sweet concoction aboard the ship—it was a favorite of Commander Katsim.
As if he was following them, when the officers turned from the food stall they were face-to-face with the juggler. Up close they could see that he was tossing comically oversized renewal scrolls in the air.
Juggler: Peldor Joy!
Herrick: ::glancing at Aine with a bemused smirk:: I think he’s looking for a tip.
Promontory: (grinning slyly) I have a tip for him. 'Don’t mess with Aine!'
Avander knew the woman more by reputation than anything else, but was confident that she wanted to project an aura of ‘don’t mess with me if you know what’s good for you.’ It was probably a pretty healthy approach for a security officer.
Sherlock/Herrick: Response
The juggler, nevertheless, seemed insistent.
Promontory: Oh, I didn’t bring any money.
He turned back to the food stall.
Promontory: Oh. (to the other officers) Anyone want to spot me a slip?
Sherlock/Herrick: Response
Promontory: I guess we could do that.
Sherlock/Herrick: Response
Tags/TBC
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