Lt Avander Promontory: Grateful for Ghosts
Avander Promentory
((Gratitude Festival, Bajor))
The charm and delight of the Gratitude Festival was wearing thin as the ‘Oumuamua officers had to ward off yet another dressed-up soul soliciting handouts. Avander pleaded with his one experienced colleague to show them somewhere less commercialized and a viable option was soon produced.
Sherlock: Y'know, if you guys really want to see one of the temples, there's ones you can go to.
Avander was a little hesitant, the chances of additional solicitors at wherever they went next was quite a bit higher than at, say, the ruins of Alpha Brenkelvi. Nevertheless, he was willing to trust Aine a little longer.
Promontory: OK. One more shot!
Sherlock: Alright, follow me.
Ridding themselves of the remains from their foodstuffs, the trio set out, Aine in the lead, through the crowds and cobblestone roads. Avander was wearier of the crowds than he had been originally, but there was nothing more untoward on their journey. As they neared a new plaza, a smoky smell pricked their olfactory nerves.
Promontory: (sniffing) Is that some kinda incense? (beat) It’s supposed to be good for your lungs, right?
Herrick: ::breathes in deeply and coughs:: In small doses at least…
Arriving at the temple, Avander was immediately struck by its similarity to a Scottish castle he had visited previously. At least the massive stone walls and narrow entryways gave off a similar vibe of protecting whatever was inside.
Herrick: Wow… this is the one you were talking about?
Sherlock: Yup, this is it. But before we go in... ::inhaling deeply and then slowly letting the breath out::
Promontory: (impatiently waiting) …yes…?
Sherlock: I need to tell you what happened the last time I came to one of these. But, you have to swear you won't tell anyone.
Herrick: ::raising his hand a bit eagerly:: I solemnly swear…
Promontory: (shrugging) As long as it doesn't pose actionable intelligence for Starfleet security.
Avander was, after all, a sort of ‘mandatory reporter’ when it came to those sorts of issues. Fortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case here.
Sherlock: I had an encounter. ::beat:: With a ghost.
Herrick: C’mon! A proper ghost?
The engineer waved his arms in the air and moaned. Avander ignored him and turned his attention back to Aine.
Promontory: (hopefully) Is that something we can look forward to as well?
Sherlock: response
Herrick: (teasingly) Maybe you made the first ‘first contact’ with the Alpha Brenkelvians.
Promontory: Well, I think the universe is big enough for plenty of different kinds of ghosts.
What else were ghosts anyway, save faded projections of our true multidimensional-selves persisting?
Sherlock: response
But the group wasn’t to be left along with their thoughts for long as another Bajoran, dressed similarly to the last who was selling temple access, got their attention.
Promontory: What now?
Sherlock: response
This Bajoran was much older than the previous one and while his clothes were nicer, they bore the same marks of age.
Vedek: I’m sorry child, I didn’t scare you.
The Bajoran grabbed an ear.
Vedek: You're pagh is strong ::taking a beat while flexing his fingers:: What brings you here children?
Sherlock: Response
Promontory: Is this how we get to see the ghosts!?
Sherlock/Herrick/Vedek: Response
Promontory: No, by all means, let’s assess all our paghs!
Sherlock/Herrick/Vedek: Response
Promontory: I’m actually only part human.
Sherlock/Herrick/Vedek: Response
Tags/TBC
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