Lt. Nesre Salo - "Missing Information"
Amanda Nordstrom
OOC: So Nesre had left but it felt weird not to have some sort of closure for her, so just a mini post to do that. :)
( ShiKahr Museum of Political History, ShiKahr District, Vulcan ))
Rouiancet: That might make us actually look like the bad guys in my report.
Richards: You might be right I suppose.
Brodie: Response
Glass: Well I for one could do with a nice quiet lunch.
Rouiancet: Well, let's head out, anyway. Anyone hungry for anything in particular?
Richards: I'm good with whatever you guys want! I'm starving.
Brodie: Response
Glass: Anyone have any suggestions....I've heard some of their food can be quite bland by Human tastes!....for me you can't go wrong with a curry....a nice hot spicy one! ::Kell winked at Anton:: Maybe not as spicy as the one we had in LA after graduation ehh....it burned both ways that one!
Glass’ last commentary was caught as they left the room and entered into the next. It was there, on the far side, a familiar form waited. With her hands clasped together, verdant face turned upward to admire a statue, Nesre had escaped from the oppression that the previous room has weighed down upon her and allowed herself to collect herself in the calmer, cooler sanctuary of the Hall of Statues. Aptly name, the place was filled with depictions, not only of Surak, the father of Cthia, but of other Vulcans who had risen to prominence as they had striven to live in accordance to the philosophy and made their own mark on Vulcan history. Each figure had played a significant piece in politics as well, furthering the teachings even long after Surak had finally passed.
When they approached, Nesre turned a more relaxed smile, but it faded at the remnants of concern and confusion that lingered among the humour of her companions. Arching a single, ebony eyebrow, she paused as they discussed food and she nodded in agreement.
Salo: I could go for something to eat.
Turning, she joined her companions once more, as one making their way toward the exit, while conversations turned to an event that had occurred in that room from which she had fled and, with her own confusion now colouring her expression, she couldn’t help but ask -
Salo: I’m sorry...what happened?
And as they continued on their way, Nesre listened to the retelling of the strange accusation and event that had occurred after her departure.
[End for Nesre]
-- Lt. Nesre Salo PNPC Counselor USS Thor M239008AD0