Lt JG Taj'el - Vulcan-like
Taj'el
((Somewhere lost between, Deck 10-Deck4, USS Ronin))
Taj’el had been reviewing the files detailing the Ronin’s shore leave location. There appeared to be numerous opportunities and areas to explore. They had initially assumed they would remain primarily within Sickbay; however, recalling their counselor’s prior guidance, they had acknowledged it would be prudent to disembark and observe the surroundings directly.
Not being entirely certain of their location within the vicinity of the shuttle bay, they had determined it would be logical to request directions from another officer. Upon noticing a Vulcan-like individual nearby, their curiosity had been piqued. They reasoned this interaction might prove less socially complex than approaching a random individual and thus moved to engage them, albeit somewhat awkwardly. As they drew closer, they observed several distinguishing features, most notably the eyes, which reminded them of a particular counselor.
Taj’el: Excuse me, Lieutenant. Forgive the intrusion; I appeared to have lost my way.
T'Fearne: response
Looking up at the taller woman, they had tilted their head as they observed her features. Several memories had surfaced in Taj’el’s mind, prompting them to exert additional effort to ensure their emotions remained controlled.
Taj’el: I am visiting Lieutenant Junior Grade Taj’el, from the USS Thor. I must admit I had not been attentive to my direction of travel. ::pause:: Forgive me, may I inquire as to your heritage?
They had determined it was generally most effective to be blunt. If corrected, they would record the information for future reference; however, if their assumption proved accurate, they possessed numerous questions for the officer they had encountered. The potential insight justified the approach, though they hoped to maintain a balance so as not to cause offense. Additionally, the opportunity to engage with another Vulcan presented a welcome variation in routine.
T'Fearne: response
As she responded, Taj’el had pulled on their gloves, indicating a measured interest. There had also been a subtle trace of apprehension as they organized their thoughts.
Taj’el: Forgive me if I have caused offense. I am actively refining my social skills.
T'Fearne: response
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