[Backsim] PO2C Ślimak - Land “Dom”—inion
Teayl Thorn
((Dom & Renaie’s Quarters, Radiant Depths Marine Research Resort, Lolagi IV))
The Klingon’s face swam in front of her in bleary concern.
Shortrith: You okay?
Ślimak: ::swallowing:: I…don’t feel so good. I think I need to… lay down for a moment…Room spinning…
She gratefully let her tall friend help her over to a soft horizontal surface and help her lay down. She flung an arm over her eyes and groaned as the inside of her eyelids continued to spin even though she was laying down with her eyes closed.
Shortrith: Any idea what could have caused it?
She swallowed, feeling nauseous.
Ślimak: I don’t know what's happening, Renaie. I felt fine when I arrived a few minutes ago. Then the deck started spinning. I feel like the whole resort is tossing us around the ocean.
Shortrith: Ah, motion sickness. One sec.
She risked a peek out from under her arm at her worried friend. Noticing the Renaie seemed to have a medical tricorder out already.
Ślimak: I thought it would pass but it’s getting worse. Sorry about this Renaie. It’s not a good start to our trip, is it?
Shortrith: It's okay, I've got you. We can move shoreside if you need.
Dom rolled over in a sudden panic as she felt her breakfast trying to make an emergency exit.
Ślimak: Oh, Renaie, look out, I think I'm gonna rzygać1.
And then she did rzygać over the edge of the bed, luckily into a decorative sculpture pot that held a reproachful looking plant. Dom sagged back on the bed, thankful that the quick thinking Klingon had grabbed her hair out of her face and held it back for her.
Shortrith: It's okay, I'm here, take your time.
Dom sagged back to the bed, feeling Renaie’s hand gently squeezing hers in a comforting way.
Ślimak: ::wiping at her chin:: Ooh, that pot plant didn’t deserve that.
Shortrith: Would you like some water? Some ginger? I know ginger helps with motion sickness.
Ślimak: ::nodding faintly:: Yeah, water would be good…ginger too.
Shortrith: Okay, I'll go get that - will you be okay on your own for a few minutes?
The human hesitated, covering her eyes with her hand again as the room shifted.
Ślimak: Yeah, I think so. Just…don’t take too long?
Shortrith: Response
((30 mins later - Crystal Beach, Harmony Shores Collaborative Resort, Lolagi IV))
The soft white sand of the beach they had transported to radiated warmth and more importantly steadyness. After half an hour of soaking up the warmth and lack of being in or under water had eased away the tension and nausea Dom was experiencing.
Dom took a slow, deep breath as she stretched out on a fluffy towel, a pair of dark sunglasses perched on her nose and sipped at the fizzy ginger drink Renaie had procured. She glanced over at her friend.
Ślimak: This is much better! ::relieved sigh:: This is what a holiday should be like. Na zdrowie2!
She reached across the sand and trapped her bottle to the drink in the Klingon’s hand with a gentle clink.
Shortrith: Response
Ślimak: I think the shoreside resort is the right call. I’m not dizzy and my headache is going away now that I’m not in or under the water. I’ve never actually been in a boat before, let alone floating on or under the ocean, I had no idea it would cause my head to spin like that. ::shaking her head:: I have no issue with space travel, I aced zero-gee. I just don’t get what the issue is with the water.
Shortrith: Response
Small bird-like creatures, or possibly flying fish leapt in and out of the surf and the waves crashed, flinging salty mist into the air. Dom sat-up and reached forward, rolling up the cuffs of her blue-jeans to the knee. Her feet, already bare, wriggled in the warm sand.
Ślimak: I think I could even go for a walk along the shoreline, maybe wade through those rockpools over there. ::pointing down the beach:: Come on, let's go for a gentle walk so I can regain my land legs.
Shortrith: Response
Dom stood up cautiously, but the world stayed steady. She looped her arm through her tall friends at the elbow. They wandered down the shoreline, water lapping at their feet. Dom toeing the occasional beach flotsam and unusually shaped shell, pausing occasionally to inspect and collect things that caught her eye.
[Tags / End of Scene Dom]
OOC:
rzygać1 (verb) - Polish - To puke/vomit (informal/vulgar).
Na zdrowie2! - Polish - A phrase meaning “cheers”, “To your health” (Pronounced Nah-zdrohv-yeh)
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