Lt. JG Om-Zora - Social conventions and an attempt to not waste time
Ace Christensen
((A Restaurant, Proxima Sigma))
It was a severe misunderstanding. Om-Zora’s intent upon visiting Proxima Sigma itself was to take a walk, get fresh air, and be a little less cramped up in the space of a ship. Being as tall as he was with the wings that he had, occasionally things got claustrophobic without something to break it up once in a while. He was used to his free time being there, and he was willing to stay there. But this was a planet, and that meant space to stretch for a short time. Only for as long as was logical before being back on the ship.
And his intent had been to go back to the ship to grab dinner. But the restaurant was just right there. It seemed a little illogical to take the extra steps to contact the people in the transporter spaces to collect him when there was something convenient enough right there.
He didn’t immediately enter. There was always time to change his mind until he went in.
Instead, he sighed quietly and stepped in. He’d been hoping it would be quieter than it actually was in reality. Maybe less full. And now he was hoping they’d tell him to come back later.
And they did not.
They thought he was with the other avian who’d come in only a little bit earlier and he had to admit a curiosity. One that he suddenly regretted now that he saw her.
Zeyva Thoné.
He didn’t know her personally, but he knew of her. He knew she was on the ship he served. He knew of the Klowahkans and while he respected them as a people he had done his very best to avoid this one who seemed more chaotic than he wanted to handle himself. But he’d already agreed to follow them to sit down.
oO Cher-wit, why did I agree to this? Oo
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.
Thoné: Response
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: Response
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: Response
Tags / TBC…
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(OOC: I am very bad at coming up with names for places, so feel free to name the restaurant if you wish. Or we can just pretend it has a name that we never say lol.)
Lt. JG Om-Zora
Science Officer
USS Ronin
J239802D12
Pronouns: He/him (character), They/she (player)