The Thonés - Have Your Reflections On Your Own Time

[Alyndra Syrex]

((Zeyva’s Kitchen, Clean Hall Lounge, Deck 6, USS Ronin))

 

 

Om-Zora: If it pleases you, then fine. What made you choose your jobs? What kind of people are you? Anything to distract me from the head swimming. And damn, is there any water around here? I… definitely need some.

 

Robin: ::shouting:: Mother, tepid water please.

 

Thoné: BARMAN!!!!!!!

 

A skinny looking barman came rushing from the kitchen with a jug of water and a few clean glasses.

 

Beck: Are we in, like, the sweet spot or something…?

 

Beck: Erm… I, uh, ended up in Medicine because of some side research I was doing, actually. I was actually a lot more into film and holo history and application, made a lot of films as I was growing up, and I came up with this idea to see if I could enhance the user's experience while they were immersed in a story on the holodeck. Tailored specifically to the story, while also being a safe application that could be easily reversed if needed. Ended up doing a lot of research into neurochemistry, and Starfleet was impressed enough to offer to round out my training.

 

Evinrude: Response

 

Robin: Please drink up sour cakes.

 

Robin took the glass, reaching out her wing for the barman to fill it with water, before she held it to Om-Zoras beak.

 

A shy droplet of water snuck past Om-Zoras beak, running down his neck. Robin smiled catching it with her finger.

 

Robin: Better?

 

Om-Zora: ::Softly and with the most genuine feeling shown all evening:: You do know how to make a girl swoon.

 

Robin raised her eyebrow. Before smiling, realising Om-Zoras slip of beak.

 

Robin: Please you flirty lemon, Becky and Neverrude are here.

Evinrude: Response

Om-Zora: I have to leave. Right now. I-I just… I need a minute.

 

Robins face fell as Om-Zora rushed out of the room. Her wing was still up in the air, as if she was resting it on their shoulder.

 

There was a pause as Om-Zora looked back, just on the threshold of leaving the room. But it was for not, as they continued their rush.  

Evinrude: Response

Robin looked back at the table, depressed to see not only had her date left, but not Quentin was rubbing his nose with his face napkin.

 

 

Beck: ::stuffy:: Ugh. Why now after they've gone…?

 

Robin: Are you alright, Commander?

Evinrude: Response

Quentin shook his head as he stepped away from the table and turned on his heel.

Beck: I also have to leave. I need to get to Sickbay before I have a severe reaction to the meds I took before coming to dinner.

oO That was silly Oo

 

Quentin rushed from the room.

 

Robin threw her napkin delicately onto the table.

 

Robin: I should go too. It’s a grave dishonour to leave a Klowahkan table during dinnertime. But my date needs me.

 

Robin left the room, as soon as she was out of Neverrudes sight, she bolted towards Om-Zoras quarters.

 

oO I hope she’s there Oo.

 

Back in the clean hall, Zeyva carted her trolley back out, piled on it were crowns of ice cream and sprinkles. Yet her face melted when she saw that three-quarters of the dining party had left the restaurant.

 

Thoné: What happened? Where did everyone go?

 

Zeyva was fighting the instinct to shout. She was extremely annoyed and wanted to break something, or someone.  

Evinrude: Response

 

Thoné: How rude. Well, at least you stayed Neverrude. You know, you’re my favourite customer.

 

Evinrude: Response

 

Zeyva dished out four servings of the ice-cream to Evinrude.

 

Thoné: Now eat-up. I made all of these, and they’re all going to get eaten.

 

 

 

 

Tags / End Scene for The Thonés

 

 

Zeyva Thoné

Federation Representative for Culinary Affairs

Proprietor of the “Clean Hall” (USS Ronin (NCC-34523))

 

&

 

Lieutenant Robin Thoné

Science Officer

USS Ronin (NCC-34523)

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