Lt. JG Rhodium Wells - Tasseography for Breakfast
Teayl Thorn
((The 47 Lounge, Deck 04, USS Ronin))
The sprightly El-Aurian was sitting in the 47 when the call came to return to the Ronin.
Rhodium Wells had greatly enjoyed her time on Lolagi IV, the tourist culture was full of her kind of people. The lively, fun kind. V’Len’s celebration had been highly enjoyable and moved her deeply that he naturally commanded such loyalty and a rare quality of friend from across the quadrants. Additionally, a curious tie to her past had surfaced in the form of Avander Promontory, very likely the great, great grandson of her sister’s lineage. The Universe still held its surprises, it seemed and she had re-connected with a branch of her family she’d lost track of somewhere around the second millennium.
But something in the threads of the universe had drawn her back aboard the Ronin. A subtle feeling that interesting things were going to happen back on the ship. She wanted to be there for whatever was about to happen.
She had timed her cup of tea perfectly, finishing her first sip, just as the voice of the strong, tall boy with the pointed ears, and the pretty hair came over the shipwide.
Raga: =/\= Raga to all hands. I hate to cut our leave short, but this is an emergency recall effective immediately. All crew are ordered to report back to the ship within the hour for immediate departure. Report to your department heads as soon as you are on board and we’ll be briefed en route. Senior staff are to report to the bridge as soon as possible. You can pick up souvenirs next time so no lingering by shops. Captain’s orders. =/\=
Smugly she warmed her hands around the cup as around her, a few corners of the lounge erupted into motion, crew onboard in the 47 scrambled to their duty posts, some abandoning their food and drinks.
Wells didn’t move yet. Instead she sipped her tea, relaxed until she reached the last sip. Rather than drink it, she swirled the amber liquid with the dregs of the tea leaves counter-clockwise. Abruptly, she up-ended the tea and cup into the saucer with a loud chink and a little splash. Letting it rest there for a moment, before lifting the cup to peer contemplatively at the intricate patterns of organic sediment left in the hollow of the white china.
The old El-Aurian leaned in, grey eyes narrowed slightly.
Wells: ::muttered to herself:: C'est curieux... très curieux.
An odd shape appeared on the inside of the teacup, a pattern she couldn’t recall seeing before. The organic sedement formed vage outer boundary with a more concentrated mass depicted within. It sat to the edge of the cup nearest the handle. She sat motionless, sifting through hundreds of years of memories, some half forgotten omen and symbols, but nothing came to mind.
She blinked rapidly and sat back against the seat. Sounds of shipboard life came crashing back around her. Looking up she realised that some amount of time had passed, the 47 was almost empty. At some point they had jumped to warp. She hadn’t noticed the time slipping and now the stars streaked by in the transparent view stips.
Leaving the cup and saucer aside without much of a thought, Rhodium rose, all five feet of her. With a light, almost dancing step, the exo-botanist carefully picked her way out of the 47 Lounge. She passed one of the other tables and picked up another officer's half-eaten pastry, sniffed it, nibbled the crust, then happily crunched it as she wandered through the ship towards the Science Lab Complex.
She was probably supposed to check in or show readiness some time ago. The concept of being late didn't seem to particularly bother her. Rhodium popped the last of the pastry into her mouth and licked the crums of her fingers as she drifted into the coridor.
Wells: Mmm. Waste not.
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Science Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
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