PNPC PO2C Ślimak - Sea Śli-ck
Teayl Thorn
((Main Atrium, Radiant Depths Marine Research Resort, Lolagi IV))
The underwater resort was wonderous. Dom walked through the main atrium, enjoying the unique view of the aquatic landscape through the transparent wall surfaces. Sunlight streamed down in beams through meters of water, painting aquatic creatures and plantlife with ribbons of light.
She was looking forward to spending some time on shoreleave with her shipboard roommate and friend, medical officer Renaie Shortrith. A few days off duty and a break from rosters, repairs, diagnostics and crawling through the ships jefferies tubes to repair EPS conduits and the tactical sensor array. Oh, or clean out the water tankage compartment on deck 10 that had become contaminated with something. That had been a gross one. She had had to climb in after they had vented the water and sterilized the tank. In any case she was glad it was her turn for some days off in a row and that she and Renaie could have some fun.
She had skipped along the deck of the atrium, signed herself and Renaie up for several indigenous marine knowledge workshops, just in case that was something they wanted to do. She thought her learned roommate would find it interesting. Dom didn’t really see herself as someone knowledgeable about anything except engineering, tea, folk art and Dabo but she was willing to broaden her knowledge base.
The walk to their resort quarters started well. Clear tubes lined the walkways from sections of the resort that allowed a full view of the surrounding ocean. Schools of fish like creatures flitted about, mere meters away. A slow moving, much larger creature drifted past in the distance, it’s silhouette casting a shadow on the ocean floor.
Dom slowed her walk towards the quarters. Feeling a subtle unease, an odd pressure in her inner ear. She frowned, pulled on her nose and puffed out her cheeks with air, trying to clear the pressure in her ears. It didn’t help much. She adjusted her footing and kept walking but the walkways started to spin slightly and she found herself teetering to the side. She kept a hand on the transparent wall. Her heart rate increased.
Ślimak: ::murmering:: Okay…that’s not good.
She started to sweat heavily. It was better in the more enclosed segments of the resort, less clear glass, but that strange buzzing in her inner ear was still present, like a misaligned frequency.
She mistakenly barged into two occupied rooms, backing out with apologies, before she managed to find where she would meet up with Renaie in their shared resort quarters.
((Dom & Renaie’s Quarters, Radiant Depths Marine Research Resort, Lolagi IV))
Her Klingon friend was chilling on one of the claimed beds and looked up as she managed to stumble in.
Shortrith: Hey!
Ślimak: ::exhaling in relief:: Renaie, Hey. I found you. I got the room wrong a couple of times.
The Klingon doctor jumped up to greet her and they gave her a tight hug and pull her into the room. The tall officer's cream and coffee complection peered down at her as she held on to her friend's arm a moment longer to steady herself.
Shortrith: You excited for this?
The room swam slightly in her vision and sweat broke out on her forehead again as she dealt with another wave of dizziness.
Ślimak: Hmm…shoreleave? yeah... I’ve booked us into a couple of indigenous marine knowledge workshops that caught my eye on the walk over…and then maybe we can check out the gaming scene here if they have one…but…::rubbing her temple with a pale hand:: oh Renaie…
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: Response
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: Response
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: Response
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: Response
[Tags / TBC]
((OOC: Rzygać1 (verb) - Polish - To puke/vomit (informal/vulgar).))
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Engineering Technician
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
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