Ensign Dasal - They are out to get us!
Eric Kole
(( Bar, Industrial District, Stillwater Exchange ))
Had T’Ama made a joke with him, he was practically beaming with happiness that the Commander rolled with his weird flush joke. He didn’t think that the time he spoke and just said whatever came to his mind but for her to join in. They were obviously best friends now! Everything in the past was long forgotten because they made a funny together. This put an extra pep in his step as they joined Charn into the bar.
That was till the strange man started making fun of him a bit. He was trying okay, he had been a partier back at Starbase but never that kind of partier. He didn’t know how them cool kids picked up “The Drugs.” He felt it would be more shady of a deal. As he sat there trying to play it cool he felt the glare back from T’Ama again as he shrank a bit again in his seat. Friendship ended so sad over not being able to play it cool with the drug man. Heartbroken truly heart broken.
Charn: We are getting drinks and then I’m getting your kid here some. Can’t work on an empty stomach!
Dasal: I’m sure we can come up with something to repay your kindness.
T’Ama: Keep your pants on, this is not that kind of deal.
Rasmussen: Response
At least Charn seemed to be into T’Ama’s charm as he laughed at the kid trying to play it cool. Seems he was going to be the monkey’s butt or whatever that saying was. Well as long as he was helpful he couldn’t complain too much, still his baby pride-ouch.
Charn: Waitress! A round for the table!
Seems whatever T’Ama was doing got them drinks so that was good. Korin leaned forward and sniffed at his a bit. He knew that was making him look just as childish as he came across but he wanted to make sure before just downing it- that said the Commander seemed to go all in. What the heck. He took a drink, oh he kind of knew that taste… it was kind of gross though. Well anyway-Toast!
T’Ama: So what actually is this fume stuff?
Charn: Not really sure what it “actually” is. It’s in some compressed air case you take a deep inhale of it. Fills your lungs and nose. Again kills that headache! ::fumbling in his jacket pocket he pulled out an empty inhaler looking device::
Rasmussen
Dasal: May I? ::Slightly looking more at T’Ama but also at Charn::
Charn shrugged, not seeing any harm in giving the kid the empty container. As Korin sat up and reached out to look it over. It did seem to be some sort of mouth inhaling device, and of course it didn’t say what was in it.
T’Ama: Do a lot of you use it for the headaches?
Charn: Lots of us in the mines and fields take it for almost anything. Headaches, vertigo, really keeps you focused. Your mind can really swim away here in the sun. ::he takes his won bottle downing half of it in one big chug::
Dasal: That’s … honestly how I feel. I mean I always struggle focusing but more so here.
Dasal wondered if it was a sort of stimulant then, much like what you would find to treat most cases of attention-deficit like things. He thought about that theory a bit, leaning back in his seat. Headaches, vertigo and focus. Altitude sickness, some kind of neuropathogen, this was oddly fun and the “beer” was helping.
Charn eyed the kid being his usual weird self but took it in good fun as the kid just being a weird little bean-pod. He snorted and took another big drink, almost finishing it. He leaned back, waving to the waitress to bring more. Maybe the guy was just lonely?
Rasmussen: Response
T’Ama: Why is everyone having these symptoms?
Charn: Good question really. They say only those who work in the fields and mines get it but I see them as big hoti-toti types. Even in their big homes and buildings they are getting affected too. ::he puts his hand down on the table dramatically:: They tried to poison us workers and now it’s getting into their foods too!
Dasal: Poison?
Rasmussen: Response
Charn: You don’t focus and don’t listen kid! Yes I said poison. See back during the occupation there were way more workers than suck ups. Right because those free-loaders needed us to work! Well when they all left all them sympathies in their big buildings were left and outnumbers. So guess what ::slaps the table:: they weakened us! Made it so they could control us, keep us from rising up and fully taking back what’s ours!
Dasal jumped a bit and tilted his head. He felt it best not really to say anything but he felt that was far fetched. However he also had no idea about the political setting of this world. Maybe that was a normal thing to do when you needed to control someone. It sounded so barbaric though.
Rasmussen/T’Ama: Response
Charn: I see you laughing kid but it’s true ::taking up his new drink and pointing at them:: you see federation. We made Fume not them. Their little drugs don’t do shit to help. They want to keep us under their thumb. It’s everywhere now, in the food, the water, hell I think they got our sun pulsating the stuff.
Dasal: So like radiation?
Rasmussen/T’Ama: Response
Charn: I don’t know! I’m no smart type. I just know it’s everywhere. No way to get rid of it so we got to play to their corporate tune. So we found better ways around this.
Koring looks to T’Ama trying to play off her reaction but he was just at a loss. He wished he had a full container of the Fume to test as he pushed the button at the top. A little air flowed out like a hypospray and he coughed. Even though he had it turned away and there was fumes of the Fume in there he could still smell it and boy that seemed like a messy cocktail.
The stunt just made Charn laugh at him more as he pointed at the kid being kid-ish. Korin tried to hold back a soft glare as back to shrinking in his seat he went and he sucked at his “beer” hoping the buzz would kick in soon.
Rasmussen/T’Ama: Response
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