Ensign T’Fearne - I’m Blue, Da Ba Dee Da Ba Di
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((The 47 Lounge, Mid-Level, Deck 3, U.S.S. Ronin))
T’Fearne: May I join you? Or would you prefer to enjoy your meal in peace?
Evinrude: Oh! You...may! ::He made a little open-palmed gesture towards the seat across from him.::
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.
He sat down again after she was seated and was reaching for his fork when he noticed her mug.
Evinrude: That's...not coffee. ::He leaned towards her side of the table, and caught the smell.:: ...can I ask...what that is?
She precisely plucked a blueish chunk out of the cup with her chopsticks, brought it close to her face for a closer inspection and sniffed.
T'Fearne: To be honest, I’m not entirely sure. The replicator insisted. :: shrugs:: I asked for a Macchiato, but after the third cup of this blue… fruit, maybe, I decided to be adventurous and try it.
Evinrude: ::He gave a short, relieved laugh.:: I didn't want to be rude, in case it was a revered cultural dish. But if you couldn't tell from my expression, the smell is...off putting.
T'Fearne: It might be someone's cultural dish, but not mine. The smell reminds me of something from Andoria. I think the previous CMO was an Andorian of some sort. This might be a dish they replicated from that specific machine's data logs.
She flipped out a tricorder and scanned the food.
Evinrude: ::With a professional tone.:: Oh? Is this your first time experiencing replicator trouble since the refit? Any other reports of--
The Opps officer seemed to stop himself and switch gears.
Evinrude: ::With a self-effacing smile.:: Sorry, apparently I haven't shifted out of work mode yet. ::He gestured towards his food.:: These aren't breakfast eggs - it's dinner. I'm nightshift, for the moment.
T'Fearne: Good point, It's probably inappropriate to scan things during a meal. :: She closed the tricorder:: Is this your first duty post out of the academy?
She tested the blue chunk, touching the flesh to her lip to see if there was any reaction. Nothing burned or was numb, so after a moment, she took a small bite and analysed the flavour while listening to Evinrude.
Evinrude: Response
T'Fearne: This is also my first duty post. :: nodding a little sadly:: When I came aboard, the Ronin was badly damaged and had just lost over 70…Ah, that’s probably not a good meal conversation either.
She shook her head, also switching gears. She had seen senior officers carry on with their meals while discussing work, and even tragedies, the life of a spacefarer seemingly hardening them with responsibility and the harshness of reality. She wasn’t there yet, and neither, it seemed, was Evinrude.
T'Fearne: Tell me more about yourself, Evinrude. What drew you to Starfleet?
She popped the fruit in her mouth and chewed. It was sweet with a slight sour tang.
Evinrude: Response
T'Fearne::: shrugging:: It’s partly a security measure. I like to know who I’m protecting onboard the ship and also on any away mission together. If I know who you are and what your strengths are, it helps me do my job better. But mainly it’s nice to make new friends.
Her lips started rapidly turning a bright shade of blue.
Evinrude: Response
[Tag, You’re It! / TBC]
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Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14