PNPC PO2C Ślimak - Tea & Klingons Roommates
Teayl Thorn
((Renaie & Dom’s Quarters, Sector 03, Deck 05, USS Ronin))
She grinned over the crate she was carrying up at her new roommate, who was nearly a foot taller than her. Adjusting her grip, Dom awkwardly extended a free hand to shake. The unusual Klingon offered a solid shake back.
Shortrith: Nice to meet ya. I take it you were assigned here?
Ślimak: ::shrugging:: Mm-hm. It's just where ops assigned me, sir. No idea if it’s permanent, so I’m enjoying the perks while they last. ::gesturing vaguely with her elbow:: Look at all this floor space! On the Rosie I shared a bunkroom and a head with seven people. This is going to be great. Don’t you even worry about me, sir…you’ll never even know I was here.
She was already moving.
The engineering tech dragged her duffel and crate fully inside, dumping her crate on the floor, with a solid thunk, flung her duffel onto one of the beds, wriggled out of her uniform jacket—which she tossed vaguely toward the refresher—and launched herself onto the couch with a jump that left her shoes flying off her feet to thud on the deck.
Shortrith: It's okay, Dom, and you don't need to worry about formalities. We're both off-duty, and we're roommates. I'm chill with you just calling me Renaie. ::pauses for a second:: Is that a Slavic accent I hear?
Looking up from the couch, arms folded beneath her head.
Ślimak: Oh, if you're sure, si—uh Renaie, ::stumbling over the vowel pronunciation:: But yes! I’m surprised you could tell. I’m originally from Poland. It’s a country of Earth.
Shortrith: That's so cool. I'm from Earth myself, too, born and raised in Australia.
Dom bounced up from her boneless slump on the couch.
Ślimak: Ah, ::snapping fingers:: A fellow Earthling then. There was something familiar about your accent. I would have bet on New Zealand and lost.
Her new Australian-Klingon roommate gave a glance at the luggage Dom had brought aboard.
Shortrith: Can I help you unpack? It looks like you've got a lot of stuff that needs to be put away.
Ślimak: Oh, that? That’s mostly broken things, tools to fix broken things, and things I haven’t broken yet. So yes. Help would be amazing! You can show me where my stuff lives, and you can tell me about growing up in Australia while we work. Fair trade?
Shortrith: Response
Dom dropped into a crouch and began pulling items from the container, passing them up as she went. Tools, components, cables—until she carefully lifted out a padded case and opened it. Inside rested a hand-painted china tea set, blue around the rims with little cows and roosters in multi-colours depicted around the surface.
Ślimak: This is from my home city of Kraków. My Great Aunt painted these by hand. I’ll make us some herbata, Polish tea, while we unpack the rest, if you like?
Shortrith: Response
Dom padded over to the replicator, tapping the panel with practised ease.
Ślimak: Water, hot—one hundred degrees Celsius. And a lemon, sliced into wedges. ::glancing back over her shoulder:: Oh—and how should I refer to you, Renaie? For the record, I’m her and she.
Shortrith: Response.
Dom put a packet into the teapot, pouring in the hot water, squeezing several lemon wedges with enthusiasm into the liquid, and then dropped the rind in. Then she dunked the large tea packet in the water and left the infusion to steep. Lightly herbed steam with a hint of lemon floated through the room.
Ślimak: Got it! ::firm nod:: Also, if you have any broken tech or anything in our quarters that breaks, just let me know. I’m really good at repair work. I’ll fix it right up.
She pulled a compact pocket wielder out of her pocket and twirled it around her hand with practised ease.
Ślimak: ::grinning:: Did you bring any interesting mementos from home to the Alpha Isles?
Shortrith: Response
[Tags / TBC]
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Engineering Technician
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
As simmed by
Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
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