Lt. JG Om-Zora - MASCOT?!

[Ace Christensen]

((A Restaurant, Proxima Sigma))

For whatever reason he felt stuck in the social expectation. Or perhaps stuck in the reality that it would mean essentially wasting someone’s time during their clearly busy work hours for no reason. Especially a customer service worker’s time. And for all that he preferred to be alone, he liked his own time to not be wasted enough to recognize it would be unfair to waste someone else’s when they were being so polite about it right now.

And then he hoped Thoné would say something. Then he would not be the one wasting anyone’s time unnecessarily. But the person who brought him to the table didn’t stick around long enough for there to be a comment about it that she would have heard. Too busy.

He couldn’t just stand there awkwardly, so instead he internally berated himself for not just contacting the people in the transporter room, but didn’t show a sign of it on his own face before attempting to get her attention. Something of a throat clearing.

Om-Zora: ::in a bit of a monotone:: Zeyva Thoné. It appears they assumed something about us both being feathered. This isn’t ideal, but would you be opposed to… company?

That isn’t what he wanted to call this. He didn’t want to keep her company, he just wanted to feel less awkward being here now that he already was. But he supposed it was the same thing at this point.

Thoné: Yes, no. Do what you like ::eye twitches::. This place rots with or without you.

oO Well aren’t you just a bundle of sunshine. Oo

Om-Zora: Logical, I suppose. Fine, I will do as you say, so long as I do not have to keep standing here, then. I am Om-Zora.

This was weird, he felt weird. He wasn’t sure if this was going to prove a very bad idea yet. But he tried not to show just how apprehensive he felt about any of it.

Thoné: Madame Zeyva Thoné of Klowahka

He almost wanted to say that he knew that. He’d even said her name just a few seconds before. But he decided that it was probably better to not get into that. Not make a scene. So he sat where she’d gestured.

It was very tempting to just not say much else. It would certainly be perfectly logical to be quiet. He was here because of a misunderstanding and his own choice to not simply walk back out. He wasn’t required to talk to her. She had one thought on her mind as a Klowahkan right now, if he were to generalize. It was very likely she’d also continue to talk.

It would also be logical to talk back.

Om-Zora: Ah, that’s right. Your people care about food. ::a three second pause:: How are you finding this location?

oO Not very well, based on your body language, clearly. Oo

Thoné: I don’t know how they stand it, restaurant A is supposed to be the easiest, most relaxing. This is hell.

He had no idea what she was talking about as far as Restaurant A was concerned. So he just nodded.

 

Om-Zora: I can see that.

 

Thoné: Are you a mascot?

 

Zeyva pointed at the greasy happy chicken table marker. It took every bit of logical practice he had not to keep it together. The notion that he looked like that chicken… But Om-Zora couldn’t quite keep his entire reaction in check like he usually could. There had been so much shifting recently and he hadn’t given himself the time to process and adjust and boy was it having its effect on his days. A tap of his claws against the table, and a huff of annoyance before he caught himself and put his hands on his lap.

 

Thoné: Are you a chicken man? Because I assure you, this isn’t funny. You aren’t Klowahkan, so what are you? Where is your zipper?

oO The mascot? Am I the mascot? Zipper? What kind of comment… Oo

The hands he just put on his lap did not stay there he grabbed the edge of table with his claws, and leaned forward a bit, feeling more energetic emotion in his body than he had in months. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the good sort.

 

Om-Zora: ::deeply offended:: Of course, I’m not Klowahkan. I am an Aurelian. Not a chicken man. I have never even BEEN here.

He caught himself again with the sheer insult of it all and lowered his voice.

Om-Zora: ::forced monotone, more than when he’d started, his hands back on his lap:: Besides, it would be most illogical for the mascot of a restaurant to sit down with a customer and not offer you anything. I will not be doing that.

Thoné: Response

Om-Zora: ::under his breath, more to himself, than her but it wasn’t not at her:: I suppose I should have expected something like that.

Thoné: Response

oO I should have called the people in the transporter bays. Maybe I still could. Oo

He didn’t. He was already here.

Om-Zora: ::with a small sigh:: You said it was hell, is it just the miasma of it all, or have you actually tried anything yet to give your full opinion?

Not that he would blame her for not doing so. Based on the fact he’d just been called a mascot and they were both avian of different sorts. Perhaps not the intended audience for what seemed to be a chicken place now that he was looking at it.

Thoné: Response

Tags / TBC…

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Lt. JG Om-Zora

Science Officer

USS Ronin

J239802D12

Pronouns: He/him (character), They/she (player)