Ensign T’Fearne - Starships & Small Talk
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((OOC: Tags for Tess. Just a small getting-to-know-you sim.))
((The 47 Lounge, Mid-Level, Deck 3, U.S.S. Ronin))
T’Fearne:::annunciating clearly:: Macchiato…hot.
The replicator chimed briefly before spitting out the result; a third coffee mug filled with what looked like chunks of blue and purple fruit that carried a faint acidic scent to the Vulcazoid’s sensitive nose. T’Fearne let out a deep sigh, rather than suppress it, took the mug of mystery fruit and turned to find a seat.
She moved through the mid-level of the mezzanine lounge, seeking an open seat with a view. The 47 Lounge was known for its panoramic windows, and though the stars outside were quiescent as the Ronin sailed through the quadrant on her journey, T’Fearne couldn’t help but search for signs of anything unusual in the dark expanse.
The lounge wasn’t crowded today—several tables were empty—but one table caught her attention. A young ensign, one she didn’t recognise, sat alone in a gold uniform, enjoying what appeared to be an actual meal, rather than some synthesised accident. She felt her eyebrows go up in curiosity.
oO At least someone managed to get the replicators to work in their favour. Oo
T’Fearne approached the table with a purposeful stride, pausing beside the empty chair. Up close, she could tell the ensign was likely human, or at least mostly human. She made an introduction.
T’Fearne: Hello. We’ve not met before. You’re new to the Ronin, aren't you? Ensign...?
Evinrude: Response
T’Fearne::: offering a human-style handshake:: Tess Evinrude, then. A pleasure to meet you. I’m T’Fearne. I’ve been with security aboard the Ronin for a few months now. And you? :: Indicating his gold uniform:: Engineering, I presume?
Evinrude: Response
T’Fearne: Ah, I was close. In any case, welcome aboard. :: pause:: May I join you? Or would you prefer to enjoy your meal in peace?
Evinrude: Response
She flashed a smile and tucked into the chair across from the green-eyed ensign, putting her cup of disconcerting fruit on the table in front of her and twirling her chopsticks with a flourish.
[Tag, You’re It! / TBC]
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Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14