MSNPC Charn - no, I'm not impressed. Ever.
Azura Ada
((
Corridors outside of Med bay )) Charn:
Anyway,
what's this hasperat like? Sounds... pickled? The
kid was playing it cool, but it was obvious to Charn he was
anxious. The left corner of Charn's mouth turned upwards
ever so slightly. He liked the kid, mostly because he could
push him around a bit. As needed. Strathmore:
A
spiced brine to be exact. I keep a forever brine courtesy of
my stepfather in the Forward Observation Lounge for cooking.
Replicators can never seem to get the recipe right. It's
close, but… To be reductive, hasperat is a spicy sandwich
wrap, but it is so much more than that. Charn: That's
the first thing you've said that makes any sense to me, kid.
You Federation types like sandwiches, that's good. I'm
surprised you eat anything spicy, doesn't it offend your
sensibilities? Strathmore:
It's
Bajoran. Charn: Bless
you. ::His look was earnest for a moment before he
laughed at his own joke:: I'm joking kid, I heard of
it. Worm hole, Cardassians, and all that. ::He sneered at
the thought:: Awful what those people went through The
boy took him to a door that peeled open, again with the
smoothest mechanism he'd ever seen. Inside was a small
closet. Charn gave boy wonder a side eye, but followed him
into the closet. Strathmore:
You
should visit sometime. Bajor is a special place. Lights
in the closet began pulsing, and the kid didn't seem to mind.
Whatever was happening was supposed to happen, he surmised. Charn: Uh,
yeah. I guess you types travel all over, huh? Most people
don't have the luxury kid. I've only been on 5 worlds in my
life, and that's more than most people I know. Suddenly
the door for the closet opened and it was a different
corridor. ((
Deck 4, near the Forward Observation Lounge )) Charn: Oh. :He
burst out laughing:: A lift. Damn kid that was smooth.
Didn't even feel like I was moving! ::His genuine
enthusiasm stopped abruptly and he composed himself. He
cleared his throat.:: Jeez, whatever meds you gave me
back there has me feelin' loopy. Where's the food? He
hated that he was impressed by the lift. Nothing he'd ever
encountered was so... precise. He was used to a life a "good
enough" and cutting corners for profit. These people didn't
use money, so he guessed they didn't care about profit.
Maybe when there's no motive for profit, there's no reason
to make things cheap and miserable. These people lived a
luxurious life, but not a lavish one per se. Not that he'd
seen yet, anyway. They worked, the ship seemed clean and
impressive but not gaudy or showy. He
looked at the kid and for the first time considered how
different his own life might've been if he had a chance to
grow up like this instead of scrounging and fighting so hard
for the basics, every day. He
sneered, grunted, and waved at the corridor. Charn: Tacky
colors, kid. Strathmore:
? Charn: How
much longer is this gonna take? Strathmore:
? Charn: Uh
huh. ((
Forward Observation Lounge )) They
crossed the threshold into the Forward Observation Lounge,
and Charn's eyes widened. So many types of people here, a
level of diversity he'd never encountered. And they all
looked... happy? Diversity where he came from was a
stratified sort of thing.
Strathmore: ?
-- MSNPC Charn by Lt Commander Azura Ada Chief Science Officer USS Valkyrie-A Newsies Co-facilitator PODcast team member ASDB team member C239510LD0 (she/her, character) (she/her, writer) “For the wise person looks into space and knows there are no limited dimensions." --Zhuangzi