Lt. Cmdr. V'Len Kel - Nothin' but a hound dog
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((Corridors near 47 Lounge, Starboard Catamaran))
V'Len had been walking Mork for some time when he ran into Toryn Raga, someone V'Len had wanted to speak to anyway. Given his latest experience in command of the Ronin, he wondered what insight Toryn could give him. Frist he had to figure out what to do with Mork, who was now spayed out on the ground, his eyes looking very heavy.
Kel: This is Mork ::beat:: from Ork. It's my brother Kumel's dog. He's visiting Logali as well with friends. He asked me to watch his dog while they are camping.
Raga: That’s brotherly of you. Though, having been camping a few times I’m surprised that a canine wouldn’t be brought along. Isn’t he better out in nature?
Any: Response
Kel: ::nodding toward Mork:: He's clearly not suited for camping. Frankly, I don't know what he's suited for. ::looking at Raga:: I think Sylara is a much more practical pet.
Raga: True, though she’s more of a friend and companion than pet. I suppose being able to communicate telepathically has that effect. Based on your disposition when I walked up, I take it he’s more of a handful than you expected?
Any: Response
V'Len looked down at Mork once more.
Kel: I'm sure I could at least get him into the 47. Maybe after a lie down he'll be able to make it home without stopping every two minutes.
Raga: We can certainly try. And I’m sure the scent of food will perk him up if nothing else.
Kel: Probably, though you'll want to look away. Watching him eat will put you off eating yourself.
In the last 48 hours V'Len had fed Mork 3 times and every time the noise emitted from the beast sounded like a combination of sloshing and mushing. There was always food on the floor afterward, not to mention a large wet patch from the creatures saliva. V'Len had seen all kinds of things as a doctor, but this was something he found off putting.
Any: Response
Raga: I'm curious. I’ve never heard of Ork. Is that a city on Trill, or another planet?
Kel: ::slightly embarrassed:: I think my brother came up with it from some Terran holoprogram.
Any: Response
Raga: I’ll never not be surprised at just how much Human culture seems to appeal to just about everyone. Between Klingons citing Shakespeare and planets full of gangsters I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s civilizations outside our galaxy that are telling each other paternal jests. Human culture, like sand, ends up everywhere. ::he chuckled::
Kel: I heard there's actually a space Scotland. They whole culture has been replicated on Caldor.
Any: Response
Toryn crouched down beside Mork from Ork and smiled at the canine. He let it sniff his hand if it wanted and glanced at V’Len. V'Len shrugged his shoulders and Mork lifted his head slightly to give Toryn's hand a very wet lick.
Kel: Sorry about that.
Raga: Shall we see if we can coax your friend here to the lounge?
Through a combination of cajoling, pulling and pointing V'Len managed to get Mork to amble his way into the 47 Lounge where they found a table. The deposited Mork beneath it and went to the replicator. The conversation about Earth culture had put V'Len in the mood for something Terran.
Kel: Chili Dog with cheese no onions and a root beer.
Raga/Any: Response
The chilidog appeared with a frosted mug of dark bubbly liquid. V'Len picked up the items and nearly bumped in to Jace Ryen, a newly arrived Ensign who Jack had mentioned.
Kel: Ensign Ryen. Feel free to join Commander Raga and I if you like.
Raga/Any: Response
Ryen: Computer, one plomeek soup. Moderate temperature and a glass of water, chilled.
V'Len made his way back over to where Mork was anxiously watching him from under the table. As soon as V'Len sat down Mork collapsed onto his feet. A gravely snoring sound emanated from beneath the table.
Kel: ::sheepishly:: Sorry about that.
Ryen/Raga/Any: Response
Kel: finishing a sip of root beer:: That is Mork from Ork.
Ryen/Raga/Any: Response
Tags/TBC
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V'Len had been walking Mork for some time when he ran into Toryn Raga, someone V'Len had wanted to speak to anyway. Given his latest experience in command of the Ronin, he wondered what insight Toryn could give him. Frist he had to figure out what to do with Mork, who was now spayed out on the ground, his eyes looking very heavy.
Kel: This is Mork ::beat:: from Ork. It's my brother Kumel's dog. He's visiting Logali as well with friends. He asked me to watch his dog while they are camping.
Raga: That’s brotherly of you. Though, having been camping a few times I’m surprised that a canine wouldn’t be brought along. Isn’t he better out in nature?
Any: Response
Kel: ::nodding toward Mork:: He's clearly not suited for camping. Frankly, I don't know what he's suited for. ::looking at Raga:: I think Sylara is a much more practical pet.
Raga: True, though she’s more of a friend and companion than pet. I suppose being able to communicate telepathically has that effect. Based on your disposition when I walked up, I take it he’s more of a handful than you expected?
Any: Response
V'Len looked down at Mork once more.
Kel: I'm sure I could at least get him into the 47. Maybe after a lie down he'll be able to make it home without stopping every two minutes.
Raga: We can certainly try. And I’m sure the scent of food will perk him up if nothing else.
Kel: Probably, though you'll want to look away. Watching him eat will put you off eating yourself.
In the last 48 hours V'Len had fed Mork 3 times and every time the noise emitted from the beast sounded like a combination of sloshing and mushing. There was always food on the floor afterward, not to mention a large wet patch from the creatures saliva. V'Len had seen all kinds of things as a doctor, but this was something he found off putting.
Any: Response
Raga: I'm curious. I’ve never heard of Ork. Is that a city on Trill, or another planet?
Kel: ::slightly embarrassed:: I think my brother came up with it from some Terran holoprogram.
Any: Response
Raga: I’ll never not be surprised at just how much Human culture seems to appeal to just about everyone. Between Klingons citing Shakespeare and planets full of gangsters I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s civilizations outside our galaxy that are telling each other paternal jests. Human culture, like sand, ends up everywhere. ::he chuckled::
Kel: I heard there's actually a space Scotland. They whole culture has been replicated on Caldor.
Any: Response
Toryn crouched down beside Mork from Ork and smiled at the canine. He let it sniff his hand if it wanted and glanced at V’Len. V'Len shrugged his shoulders and Mork lifted his head slightly to give Toryn's hand a very wet lick.
Kel: Sorry about that.
Raga: Shall we see if we can coax your friend here to the lounge?
Through a combination of cajoling, pulling and pointing V'Len managed to get Mork to amble his way into the 47 Lounge where they found a table. The deposited Mork beneath it and went to the replicator. The conversation about Earth culture had put V'Len in the mood for something Terran.
Kel: Chili Dog with cheese no onions and a root beer.
Raga/Any: Response
The chilidog appeared with a frosted mug of dark bubbly liquid. V'Len picked up the items and nearly bumped in to Jace Ryen, a newly arrived Ensign who Jack had mentioned.
Kel: Ensign Ryen. Feel free to join Commander Raga and I if you like.
Raga/Any: Response
Ryen: Computer, one plomeek soup. Moderate temperature and a glass of water, chilled.
V'Len made his way back over to where Mork was anxiously watching him from under the table. As soon as V'Len sat down Mork collapsed onto his feet. A gravely snoring sound emanated from beneath the table.
Kel: ::sheepishly:: Sorry about that.
Ryen/Raga/Any: Response
Kel: finishing a sip of root beer:: That is Mork from Ork.
Ryen/Raga/Any: Response
Tags/TBC
Lieutenant Commander V'Len Kel
Chief Science Officer/Second Officer
USS Ronin NCC-34523
T239811VK2
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