Ensign Renaie Shortrith - These Moulds Were Made For Breaking
Renaie Shortrith
((Renaie & Dom’s Quarters, Sector 03, Deck 05, USS Ronin))
Shortrith: I use they and them, and I have a distinct preference for gender neutral ways, as I'm non-binary.
As Renaie spoke, they watched Dom make some tea. It smelled really good.
Ślimak: Got it! ::firm nod:: Also, if you have any broken tech or anything in our quarters that breaks, just let me know. I’m really good at repair work. I’ll fix it right up.
oO That was… easy. Oo
Ślimak: ::grinning:: Did you bring any interesting mementos from home to the Alpha Isles?
Shortrith: Just some photos and some books. Also some more personal items, things friends made me when I was younger.
Ślimak: Hmmm, I’d love to see some of your photos, sometime, if you want to show me.
Renaie gestured to their wall, where their photos were stuck up with holostickers. They smiled as the smell of the tea wafted through the room.
Shortrith: What's your go-to drink order from the replicator when you're in a rush?
Ślimak: Oh, it’s an oatmilkflatwhitetwosugars. ::rattled off in one breath:: But that's fuel, that’s different from tea. Tea is for relaxation and contemplation. What about you?
oO Flat white coffees are not just an Australian/New Zealand thing? Oo
Shortrith: For me, I suppose, a raktajino - typical enough, I suppose, 'cause I'm a Klingon.
Renaie momentarily turned back to their side of the room, finding a small hacky sack they'd hand-made with their spare time on the way to the Astraeus. Smiling at the memory of them making it, they turned back to Dom.
Shortrith: Do you like making things?
Ślimak: I suppose you could say that I like making things…or fixing things. I sort of have to.
Renaie's brow furrowed at her abrupt stop. A small bubble of concern floated up in their mind. oO Is she okay? Oo
Shortrith: What do you mean?
Ślimak: Let’s just say that I come from a long line of technophobes and I’m trying to break the mould. ::clearing throat:: Oh—is that a hacky sack? I’ve not played with one of those in a while. Did you make it?
oO That's so fair, some moulds should break for a reason. Oo
She held out her hands, and Renaie underhandedly lobbed it in her direction for her to catch.
Shortrith: I'm glad to hear you forging your own path. It's no easy feat, that's for sure. And yeah, I did make this. When I was on the Astraeus, I had some spare fabric and time, I remembered a pattern I learnt in high school to make it.
Ślimak: ::warming again, eyes lighting up:: That’s really cool. I love things like that. Maybe you can teach me sometime? Oh, tea is ready.
She tossed it back to them underhand, which they caught with their non-dominant hand.
Shortrith: I'd be honoured to teach you. I'm excited for the tea.
Renaie followed Dom to the small desk, taking a seat for themself as she took hers.
Ślimak: So, tell me more about yourself, Renaie. What is it like being a ship’s counsellor?
Shortrith: Honestly, it's unusual, but I trained for this. I get to see raw, unfiltered sides of the crew that they usually keep guarded from others. It can be confronting at times, sure. But the way I help other people is certainly rewarding.
They stopped to take a sip of the tea. It was a wonderful explosion of taste as they drank, the lemon a tasty compliment to whatever type of tea leaves were in the bag.
Ślimak: Response
Shortrith: In a way, I suppose. I was a medical officer before I transferred here, and I had more education as a Doctor than a Counsellor. However, I trained as a counsellor for a reason, so I'm ready for whatever this throws at me.
A smile grew on Renaie's face as they spoke.
Ślimak: Response
Shortrith: When you put it like that, yeah.
They took a sip of tea and smiled into their cup.
Shortrith: You said you had questions about Australia?
Ślimak: Response
[Tags/TBC]