(( T’Ama’s Quarters, Deck 2, USS Valkyrie-A, in orbit of Aelkuun ))
T’Ama led Azura through her quarters to the music studio. The windows continued, but the room was overall less grand due to the smaller dimensions. The walls were covered in a variety of acoustic panels. There was an upright piano against one wall, guitars, a banjo with a black head giving it a particularly goth vibe, a ka'athyra, and in the back a full drum kit with twice the regular number of cymbals. And a gong, hung on the back wall.
T’Ama: I decided to turn this one into a music studio, since, you know, what else am I gonna do with the extra rooms.
Ada: How have we not bonded over this?!
T’Ama shrugged. It hadn’t come up? They hadn’t been close? There was too big of a gulf in the power dynamic between the two before Azura had mysteriously disappeared into Daystrom? Now they were more like equals, peers.
T’Ama: What do you play?
Ada: Well, uh. ::She pointed at each as she spoke:: Piano, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass guitar... voice. Do you play... all these?
She started skirting around the edge of the room towards the drum set.
T’Ama: Of course.
She wouldn’t have it if she didn’t play it. She had learned to play most of them from her father in a sort of disjointed way. First as a small child on the piano, then once he left she had been confined only to the ka'athyra. And then, once she had left, she had eagerly soaked up all he’d had to teach on the guitars, the banjo, the drums. In the Academy she had frequented the karaoke bars.
Ada: It was before your time, but at one point I put together an ensemble on the Conny with some other officers. But it's been years since I've had a chance to play with others. The holodeck is ok but it's just not the same.
T’Ama: It never is.
Quentin loved the holodeck. He liked making a lot of different holograms that looked exactly like himself too. She had always found them a little off putting. They weren’t the same.
Ada: What types of music have you been into playing lately?
She pulled out a pair of drumsticks and plopped herself down at the drum set.
T’Ama: Right now I really want to bang on the drums. Get some rage out. So… something angry.
Ada: response
She put four on the floor.
T’Ama: ::singing:: Good sex and poor communication!
She played the drum riff for the few bars after that and then stopped, grabbing the cymbals to silence them.
Ada: response
T’Ama: I just like things that are angry. Like angry Vulcan emo things. What do you want to play? Let’s jam.
Ada: response