Ensign Delphina Wren- Fool of a Wren
Grace McDermott
((Deck 14, Brew Continuuum, USS Ronin))
Wren: ::a little embarrassed:: Oh, no I don’t believe in that kind of thing. If I were a Pah Wraith, I think I’d have better things to do than haunt a music box. I want it because it was made by Melnor Van, he was one of the last Bajorans who specialized in miniature automatons. His music boxes are designed to tell Bajoran fables through mechanization and shadowplay, all without an external power source… oO I’m babbling… Oo ::very uncomfortable. They’re… hard to find, since they’re banned on Bajor….
Tucker: Yeah, they were banned for a reason. There’s a lot I could tell you, but the Department of Temporal Affairs would lock me up in a heartbeat. And I hate those trogladites. Sounds like this is a rare piece of artwork, though, like I said, bad mojo. And have you considered the Bajorans aboard the Ronin? And how might they react if this is the real deal?
Delphina gripped her mug tightly, feeling slightly ashamed. She hadn’t really thought about the cultural aspect of it, which she supposed was her own privilege. For as long as she could remember she’d been fascinated by the macabre, but that genuinely wasn’t why she was curious about the music box. From the safe distance of starfleet academy, she’d become fascinated not by the man who’d created the piece, but the intricacies of what made the piece special. The dedication to creating thousands of tiny pieces, each perfectly molded to fit together to form a smooth motion free of any energy waves. She’d gotten so lost in the blueprints that she hadn’t really thought about the person who’d drawn them.
Wren: I… hadn’t considered that oO Because you don’t think about other people, Della. Oo Of course, I don’t mean to disrespect anyone. My interest in it is just because of its complexity. Betazed never had an automaton renaissance, and I find the idea appealing…. ::looking away:: But I suppose the thought is more appealing than the reality.
Marty held his hands up in a mock surrender, but Delphina’s mind was already on how to back out of the deal. Which wasn’t easy when it came to Ferengi. Her mother Hestin had once tried to return some stale bread to a Ferengi baker and had ended up with sixty almond crullers she couldn’t eat.
Tucker: I mean, I’m not going to say no. What you do on your shore leave is all up to you.
Wren: ::a little reluctantly:: Well, the salesman is still a well-regarded antiquarian, maybe there’s something else I can convince him to sell instead, but my negotiation skills are not up to snuff.
Marty chuckled.
Tucker: I haven’t said no, and it might be a good time to scout the reservation I have for Rox and me, to make sure it’s fit for a Queen. ::he winked:: it’s her last name. Though I’ve never heard anyone refer to her as Lieutenant Queen, ::he visibly shivered:: I think there would be consequences for that.
Wren: I think that Dr. De La Croix would definitely take personal issue with that… ::small sigh:: Tell you what, you’re right about the music box, it’s a bad idea. But I do have to buy something or the Ferengi might put a hit out on me ::small laugh::. Oh, but I have an eye for antiques, what if I helped you find a gift for Rox?
Deep down, Delphina was still a little disappointed that the music box wasn’t ideal, but she understood. Sometimes what you want isn’t what’s best for others, and she needed to start thinking that way more now that she was in Starfleet. Besides, even if she didn’t believe that it was haunted, there was still the off-chance it was. That was how most horror movies started. But Tucker looked game at the new plan at the very least.
Tucker: Alright, Ensign Wren, when do we leave?
Wren: I want to take care of the Gel Packs first, does 1500 hours sound alright? Also, is there anything Rox likes? That might help me negotiate with the seller a bit.
Tucker: Response
Wren: ::standing up to leave:: Alright, I’ll keep that in mind. I’m looking forward to seeing you there, sir. I’ll reach out to the Ferengi to let him know about the change of plans oO Assuming I don’t pass out the second I get back to my quarters. I don’t think I used to burn through caffeine this fast… Oo.
Tucker: Response
((TAGS/End scene for Wren))