[BACKSIM] Ensign Dasal - Am I cool?
Eric Kole
((Starbase 1, Deck 53, Upper Mezzanine))
He felt so silly in front of the pretty new alien. He was used to making a fool of himself, and he was sure many of the other crew members were already talking about the big, silly new doctor.
Dasal: Honestly scared out of my mind. In my graduation mission. I ran off away from my group because I wanted to be the best science officer I could be and get the information right away. Then a hostile creepy jumped out of the woods. I fell in the water, and somehow they said it was okay for me to be on a starship now. I think they are crazier than me. ::he laughed:: what about you, why do you join Starfleet?
Seleya: My brother encouraged me to join.
He wondered if she was close to her brother. He had been going to ask more about it, but his own curiosity overwhelmed him, and he blurted out the question that had been on his mind.
Dasal: Okay I give up, what species are you? Is that rude? Sorry if it is, I just really want to know.
He saw her smile and sighed. It seemed he was looking like a silly little boy. Ah well—he supposed he kind of was. He made a silly face.
Seleya: It is not, perhaps odd, but not rude. I am Kazleti.
Dasal: Well knowledge is power and I guess I’m learning a lot already being in Starfleet. I think you look amazing by the way. I noticed your tattoos, are they a cultural thing or for fun. I got some too, they are just for fun. Younger years of rebelling but they also just look nice.
He stood up and reached out to look at her arms. It was amazing, and he was in awe. The idea of a story imprinted on her body was a lovely image, maybe even romanticized.
Seleya: Thank you, they are cultural. It's one continuous tattoo. An older practice for warriors to list their stories, where they came from, and their achievement. So if they die, their tales can be shared, and their bodies identified. Ancient Kazleti tended to have practices that made faces hard to identify after battle. Some go so far as to have their tattoos copied onto their funeral urn.
Dasal: That is amazing, maybe I should try to do that! What an amazing story.
His arms were full, so where could he start adding? His hand went to his chest. The reminder, the feel of rough skin hidden beneath his shirt, gave him a moment to pause. Ah, that was something he would have to figure out.
Seleya: I had more facial piercings, but I removed them since coming to Starfleet. There weren’t cultural, just personal choice. I kept my gauges though.
Dasal: Love the gauges, they are my favorite too! Awe, man I might have to take these out on duty.
His hand goes to his own ears to show his own gauges.
Seleya: Do your piercings have any cultural reasons, or just more fun?
Dasal: Ya just more fun. I guess, they look cool and make me cool right?
He gives finger guns playfully.
Dasal: I think you are pretty cool, oh did you want to try one of these weird spice ball things I got? Tak-o-yaki or something?
He offered some of his food as he pushed some of his bags aside.
Seleya: Respond
Dasal: Also did I pull you away from something? ::nodding to the PADD:: I can eat quietly if you are doing something important.
Seleya: Respond
He eyed her carefully, as if to make sure she wasn’t just placating him, and then nodded. As he finished his fizzy sugar drink, he looked around for something they might be able to do together, since he felt he was failing at the conversation a bit.
Dasal: So what can we do on this station? Think there is stuff like rock climbing. That sounds fun.
Seleya: Respond