Lt. JG Om-Zora - You do not find time, you make it.
Ace Christensen
((Clean Hall Lounge, Deck 6, USS Ronin))
Evinrude: ::Firm, yet pleasant.:: I don't want this place to fail. I want my crewmates to feel comfortable here. With...everything going on, the ship needs more warm places. To gather.
Robin: Well, I know that mother is happy with you. So you’ve done something right.
Evinrude: I appreciate that, thank you. ::Softer.:: Maybe next time she strongarms our staff into working for her, she'll workshop that idea through the proper channels first?
The one called Evinrude gave Robin a winning smile, dropping the firmness from his tone. He wondered if that was something that worked on her. He wondered if she would expect him to smile at all.
oO I hope not. Oo
Om-Zora: If you think she will go through the proper channels all the time, I fear you haven’t really met Zeyva.
Not that he thought she wouldn’t ever go through the right channels, simply that she seemed the sort to like conveniences when they appeared. Gave her more time to focus on what was important. Like the food.
Thoné's timing was impeccable, arriving with a tray of food. He didn’t mind if she’d heard him.
Thoné: I hope you’re hungry!
Beck: Famished.
Om-Zora decidedly didn’t mess with the napkin. Zeyva had made the effort to “do it correctly” and he didn’t need any extra fawning. One by one, their chef presented plates of seasoned eggs of Cardassian origin, with fruit sauce artfully spread across each plate.
It did look extremely good. It was to be expected from a Klowahkan.
Robin: Thank you, Mother. It looks delicious.
Thoné: Of course it does. I made it, dear.
Om-Zora stayed fairly quiet, not immediately taking a bite. There was something about eating in front of people that, at times, made him antsy. At least it made him antsy when there were this many people around him. He mostly paid attention to Robin’s reaction. At least it was probably good.
Evinrude: Bajoran moba fruit's on these Cardassian eggs, right? Have you invented this, or was it a common occupation-era combination?
Beck: Hachi machi, this is art. I almost hate to eat it.
It did look beautiful. So he nodded and finally allowed himself to take a bite. Though he hadn’t had this particular dish before, it still did somehow feel like home. A weird sensation to experience about food he wasn’t as familiar with.
Om-Zora: ::with just the slightest bit of positive inflection:: I assure you the art is in the flavor.
Thone/Robin: Response
Evinrude: ::Genuinely.:: No no, it's not like that...I understand that, when two cultures meet - no matter the circumstances - there are unique culinary outcomes.
A true enough statement. Om-Zora allowed himself to just experience it and listen.
Beck: I shouldn't say this so quickly, but… you've got me wrangled, Chef. This alone has convinced me I'll be stopping by here a lot more often.
oO Good. She deserves more appreciation anyway. Oo
Evinrude: ::Grinning:: That's high praise! He's not an easy man to wrangle.
Om-Zora side-eyed that comment.
Evinrude: Metaphorically, of course.
While Om-Zora fully understood neither of them were together. There hadn’t been any gossip about them around the ship, truly. There would be if the speculation was them being something. But some part of him felt a little sarcastic, and that attempt at a correction was still suspicious to those who didn’t know the truth.
Om-Zora: Of course. ::air quotes:: Metaphorically.
Thone/Robin: Response
Beck laughed. A grating sound, really. But he supposed it was fine. It was fine.
Beck: I think the last time I had a freshly cooked meal like this was… actually back on Bajor, come to think of it. I tried my hand at making hasparat for… someone special.
Thone/Robin: Response
Evinrude: ::To Beck:: How do you find time to date in Starfleet? ::He turned to Robin and Om-Zora with a nod.:: And same question to you two!
Om-Zora: ::very seriously:: You do not find time. You make time. Expecting to simply find time in Starfleet is often a fool’s errand. I choose what parts of my free time I am willing to give up once in a while, and as a balance, they sometimes have to do the same. It is a sacrifice you make if you want to be with people. Otherwise, you may as well not be with them.
Thone/Robin/Beck: Response
Evinrude: Hm, I've been there. Distance is...hard. Differences in paths...
oO Cher-wit, don’t start getting chummy now. Oo
He was grateful to Zeyva for interrupting the uncomfortable show of vulnerability.
Evinrude: ::To Zeyva, upon seeing the next dish.:: Oh! You have outdone yourself!
It did look lovely.
Om-Zora: Thank you, Zeyva.
Without even thinking about it, he scooted his hand just slightly closer to Robin. It was an invitation to take it. Not an invitation he really meant to offer, but she was close enough and he’d already put his hand on the table. He supposed it wasn’t the worst form of affection if she ended up noticing.
Thone/Robin/Beck/Evinrude: Response
Om-Zora: We met in the science labs. I was attempting to sort out how to “carbon date” a fossil that isn’t carbon-based. Something of a souvenir from the time in my career that I spent on a Vulcan science ship.
Thone/Robin/Beck/Evinrude: Response
Om-Zora: We didn’t really figure out how to do that. But she was… helpful.
He wasn’t sure if the tone came off as borderline salacious. But he feared he hadn’t kept enough of a monotone to completely rule it out.
Thone/Robin/Beck/Evinrude: Response
Tags / TBC…
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Lt. JG Om-Zora
Science Officer
USS Ronin
J239802D12
Pronouns: They/she (player), He/him (character)