JP Lt G’Var and Lt Ukinix - Spices, Trinkets, Clothing and Gadgets…. Oh My! [Pt 2]
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Danny Lee
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((Almost an hour later))
They had slowly walked through the clothes stalls, with Wil secretly trying to guide G’var to the tech section. But G’var had taken her time and had made sure to browse many of the clothes stalls - and Wil’s feet were getting sore.
Looking at the map on his PADD, he smiled a little that, finally, there were near the tech section of the markets. He slowly made his way around a corner, to find a stall that was very busy, full of not only Caitians, but many other species as well. Curious, Wil took a few steps closer and stood up on his tippy-toes to see over the customers. Inside, he saw shelves upon shelves of hair brushes and combs, of all different sizes, shapes, and makes. The stall’s attendants were being kept busy, moving from one customer to another, answering questions or recommending a hair brush.
A Caitian woman with perfectly manicured fur approached Wil, catching him off guard.
R’Rall: Welcome, I am R’Rall. Maay I help you ::soft purr::.
Wil looked at the shelves in the stall, before looking back at the attendant.
Ukinix: I um - sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, do you sell just hair brushes?
As he asked the question, he sensed G’var making her way over to him.
G’var:::smiling:: Why Beloved what a wonderful stall you've discovered.
R’Rall: ::To G'var :: Welcome to “Raapunzel's Studio”, I am R’Raall. We are fur and haairbrush speciaalists, and we hand make aaall of our brushes. Your hair is beautiful. May I recommend ::reaching to nearby box:: this item.
She pressed a button on the handle of the brush, which was flat. Tiny green narrow energy fields appeared from the main head of the brush.
R’Rall: The bristles are generated by a similar technology that is used in a ship’s structural integrity field. It’s designed to cleanse and straighten your hair at the molecular level. It will give your beautiful hair a natural shine.
G’var:::taking the offered brush:: It is exquisite! I love it! ::smiling:: how much?
R’Rall: ::To Wil, looking at his hair:: And for you, sir….
Ukinix: ::Politely:: Oh, um, I’m OK, I already have a hairbrush.
G’Var:::running her hand through Wil’s hair:: You could do with a brush Pusher ::rubbing his hair a bit:: warp plasma is not a substitute hair product
The attendant pulled a small pocket out of her device, and held it flat in her palm.
R’Rall: Maaybe I could interest you in this.
She pressed the side of her device with her thumb. A holographic projection of another Caitian woman, who was brushing her fur, hovered above her palm.
Caitian: // ::whispering:: Hi everyone! This is R’Traara. Welcome… to… aanother… relaaxing holo, today I’m going… to… brush my fur… it’s very… messy… //
The sound of the hairbrush working through her fur was almost as loud as her whispering voice.
Ukinix: Why is she whispering?
R’Rall: It’s an AA-S-M-R holo, we speciaalize in them.
G’var:::holding in a laugh:: ...and beings find this relaxing?
R’Rall: “Aautonomous sensory meridiaan response”. In some people it triggers a relaaxing tingling sensation in your scaalp and spine.
G’var:::cocking her head:: I don't see it madam ::shrugging her shoulders:: maybe I'm just not that sophisticated a being. ::running the brush through her hair:: though I do love this brush ::growling very low::
R’Rall: ::To G’var:: You hair is so lovely. I am willing to offer you a 40 percent discount.
Ukinix: ::Looking at holo:: It is kind of mesmerising. In a “two ships colliding in slow motion” kind of way.
G’var:::running the brush through her hair:: This does feel really Gooood ::nearly purring:: I think this is my favorite booth here
R’Rall: :Politely bowing head:: Thankyou, maadaam.
((One and a half hours later))
They had lunched in the food section. Wil had decided to push his boundaries, and had selected “Redbat” with a side serve of cabbage soup from an Andorian stall. While G'var had sought out more fresh food, and found a Klingon vendor and enjoyed a plate of Mollusk and pipius claw, a serving of Rokeg Blood Pie and a flagon of firewine
With a bellies full, they were finally in the tech section. Wil was disappointed - most of the stalls sold the same kind of gear, and it was nothing special. But that changed when Wil discovered a stall called the “SS Isolinear”.
G'var had been watching Wil casually stroll through the tech stalls for over an hour, little had caught his attention. He occasionally would pick through a pile of parts or a bin on rusty scrap, but had so far found nothing that caught his attention. All that changed when they rounded a corner and came to “SS Isolinear”, G'var had to suppress a laugh as she watched Wil excitedly run up to a table of odds and ends. He only moved like that when they were alone in their quarters. G'var could only smile as she watched Wil do his “Happy Dance”
Ukinix: ::Gasp:: Mini holo-generators!
G’var:::walking over to the stall:: don't we have those on board? ::picking up an Andorian Synthazier:: couldn't we get that in the replomat?
Ukinix: Nah, they’re not Starfleet standard. Could install one in our quarters though.
G’var:::raising her brow:: Really? What could do with it?
Ukinix: Not much. But it’d be fun to install one.
Seeing the enthusiasm and excitement in Wil’s eyes, G'var couldn't say no. Besides she knew he was a fantastic engineer, the best in the Fleet, he would enjoy getting the thing going. She still didn't know what they were gonna do with a holo-generator?
G’var:::rolling her eyes:: I've never seen the fascination you get from fixing broken things.
Ukinix: Well, it’s the challenge of it, G. Getting one of these to interface with the ship’s systems? Highly satisfying.
G’var:::rubbing A hand down Wil’s back:: If it will bring you that much joy and satisfaction, I really don't see any other option. ::putting her arm across Wil's shoulder:: You have to buy it.
Ukinix: You think?
With Wil inspecting the holo-projector, G'var began rummaging through the other pieces of equipment in the stall, most just seemed like ordinary everyday junk. Parts and pieces for a Vulcan power relay, a battered Ferengi Replicator, a Bajoran Comm unit, a shelf of second hand kitchen appliances, an honest to goodness Denobulan computer core?
G'var:::turning the computer Core over in her hands:: This has to be a Breen knock off…
Losing hope in finding anything interesting, G'var happened to notice an ancient Terran instrument with colorful buttons along its neck standing in a corner by a shelf full of isolinear chips. Walking over she could see that it was attached to a console and monitor of some sorts.
Bodje Kiel: Oh, a fine choice Madam.
Spinning, G'var turned to see a middle-aged Cardassian standing behind her.
Bodje Kiel:::pointing towards instrument:: That is the last known Terran “Rock Band” Machine in the sector. A very rare item. ::pointing to Wil:: I dare say your companion would find it utterly fascinating ::smiling::
G'var:::Narrowing her eyes:: How does this device band stones together?
Bodje Kiel:::cocking his head:: You misunderstand my Lady...it is used to make Rock Music ::Smiling:: I’m told the ancient Terrans loved it.
Ukinix: Well, some still do, me, but - ::furrowing eyebrows:: that doesn’t look like a six string guitar though. It’s smaller too. ::Turning head on side:: Maybe it’s a later design or something.
G'var:::pointing at the console and monitor:: Mr. Kiel here says this a “Rock Band” Machine? apparently your ancestors loved it? Perhaps you could make it work with the holo-projector?
Wil looked at the console. He pulled his tricorder out of his bag, and scanned the “guitar” and console - they were of such an old design that within half a second, the tricorder displayed everything that needed to be known about the screen-less console.
Ukinix: Yeah… ::looking at tricorder results:: … yeah I reckon I might be able to adapt the two. ::Smiling at G’var: Good idea, G.
Bodje Kiel:::clasping his hands together:: An interesting idea to be sure. ::smiling:: for the right price I could be tempted to part with both.
Ukinix: Hmm, I’d need to replicate some parts, I have to hope the patterns are in the Starfleet database-
Bodje Kiel:::waving his arms around:: Oh I'm sure I could find whatever you need I have a wide variety of parts and pieces to a great many things…::placing his hands over his heart:: I am humbly at your service.
G'var:::raising a brow::For the right price I'm sure?
Bodje Kiel:::Smiling::Madam you wound me, I am a humble purveyor of esoterica. ::bowing:: I live to serve my customers.
Wil rolled his eyes.
Ukinix: ::Flatly:: How much...
Bodje Kiel:::steepling his fingers:: a priceless antique such as this, plus the holo-projector and parts...why I could take less than 10 Bars of Latinum ::smiling brightly::
G'var:::belly laughing:: 10 Bars! ::shaking her head:: ...10 bars
Ukinix: Antique?! Antiquated junk more like it. It’s not worth that much.
Bodje Kiel:::covering his heart:: Sir...you wound me ::spreading his arms out wide:: nothing here is “junk” but all prices are negotiable…::rubbing his chin:: I can see you're a man of discerning tastes..::holding out his fingers::...7 Bars, plus...I'll let you look around for any parts that may catch your eye ::smiling::
G'var:::Shrugging::It’s up to you Pusher. ::patting his cheek:: what does your Discerning Taste tell you?
Ukinix: ::Sighs:: Alright then.
Bodje Kiel:::clapping his hands together:: Wonderful choice Sir! ::smiling:: I knew you couldn't resist.
G'var:::reaching into her satchel:: Here you are kind Sir ::handing over the bars:: Thank you for selling is such a priceless artifact from my Mate’s Homeworld.
Bodje Kiel:::winking:: The Pleasure was all mine dear Lady ::smiling:: Again, I am just a humble purveyor of esoterica. ::bowing:: I only bring that which was lost to those that are seeking it.
G'var:::smirking:: You have all the money your getting from me Sir, have a pleasant day.
Ukinix: Thank you. ::Putting package in bag:: Seeya, have a good one.
As they left the store, Wil put his arm around G’var’s waist.
G’var:::wrapping her arm around Wil’s shoulder:: I'm still not sure what your going to with that Junk, ::squeezing Wil’s shoulder:: just as long as your happy Beloved.
Ukinix: Should be fun, a little project for me. I’m intrigued about the console, and the guitar.
G’var: And i can't wait to see how these clothes fit. Where to next?
Ukinix: I’ve had enough shopping, my feet are killing me. Wanna head back?
It wasn’t a lie, his feet were genuinely sore. But what he didn’t tell G’var was that he was secretly keen to start his project...
G’var:::shrugging:: Sure, besides we’d get looks if I just carried you around over my shoulder. ::smirking:: people would ask, “where did you get your Terran?” or “are you gonna eat that?”
Ukinix: Or worse - “How much for the human”. ::Smile, yawn:: Anyway, you want to do some more shopping?
G'var: Nah, let's just head back to the Ship, I've still have a few things to take care of before the start of the Party Trip
Ukinix: Alrighty ::tapping combadge:: =/\= Ukinix to Veritas. Two to beam up. =/\=
[End]
=====================================================================
Lieutenant G'var
Assistant Chief of Security
USS Veritas NCC-95035
V239511G10
&
Lieutenant Wil Ukinix
Acting Chief Engineer
USS Veritas
V239511WU0
They had slowly walked through the clothes stalls, with Wil secretly trying to guide G’var to the tech section. But G’var had taken her time and had made sure to browse many of the clothes stalls - and Wil’s feet were getting sore.
Looking at the map on his PADD, he smiled a little that, finally, there were near the tech section of the markets. He slowly made his way around a corner, to find a stall that was very busy, full of not only Caitians, but many other species as well. Curious, Wil took a few steps closer and stood up on his tippy-toes to see over the customers. Inside, he saw shelves upon shelves of hair brushes and combs, of all different sizes, shapes, and makes. The stall’s attendants were being kept busy, moving from one customer to another, answering questions or recommending a hair brush.
A Caitian woman with perfectly manicured fur approached Wil, catching him off guard.
R’Rall: Welcome, I am R’Rall. Maay I help you ::soft purr::.
Wil looked at the shelves in the stall, before looking back at the attendant.
Ukinix: I um - sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, do you sell just hair brushes?
As he asked the question, he sensed G’var making her way over to him.
G’var:::smiling:: Why Beloved what a wonderful stall you've discovered.
R’Rall: ::To G'var :: Welcome to “Raapunzel's Studio”, I am R’Raall. We are fur and haairbrush speciaalists, and we hand make aaall of our brushes. Your hair is beautiful. May I recommend ::reaching to nearby box:: this item.
She pressed a button on the handle of the brush, which was flat. Tiny green narrow energy fields appeared from the main head of the brush.
R’Rall: The bristles are generated by a similar technology that is used in a ship’s structural integrity field. It’s designed to cleanse and straighten your hair at the molecular level. It will give your beautiful hair a natural shine.
G’var:::taking the offered brush:: It is exquisite! I love it! ::smiling:: how much?
R’Rall: ::To Wil, looking at his hair:: And for you, sir….
Ukinix: ::Politely:: Oh, um, I’m OK, I already have a hairbrush.
G’Var:::running her hand through Wil’s hair:: You could do with a brush Pusher ::rubbing his hair a bit:: warp plasma is not a substitute hair product
The attendant pulled a small pocket out of her device, and held it flat in her palm.
R’Rall: Maaybe I could interest you in this.
She pressed the side of her device with her thumb. A holographic projection of another Caitian woman, who was brushing her fur, hovered above her palm.
Caitian: // ::whispering:: Hi everyone! This is R’Traara. Welcome… to… aanother… relaaxing holo, today I’m going… to… brush my fur… it’s very… messy… //
The sound of the hairbrush working through her fur was almost as loud as her whispering voice.
Ukinix: Why is she whispering?
R’Rall: It’s an AA-S-M-R holo, we speciaalize in them.
G’var:::holding in a laugh:: ...and beings find this relaxing?
R’Rall: “Aautonomous sensory meridiaan response”. In some people it triggers a relaaxing tingling sensation in your scaalp and spine.
G’var:::cocking her head:: I don't see it madam ::shrugging her shoulders:: maybe I'm just not that sophisticated a being. ::running the brush through her hair:: though I do love this brush ::growling very low::
R’Rall: ::To G’var:: You hair is so lovely. I am willing to offer you a 40 percent discount.
Ukinix: ::Looking at holo:: It is kind of mesmerising. In a “two ships colliding in slow motion” kind of way.
G’var:::running the brush through her hair:: This does feel really Gooood ::nearly purring:: I think this is my favorite booth here
R’Rall: :Politely bowing head:: Thankyou, maadaam.
((One and a half hours later))
They had lunched in the food section. Wil had decided to push his boundaries, and had selected “Redbat” with a side serve of cabbage soup from an Andorian stall. While G'var had sought out more fresh food, and found a Klingon vendor and enjoyed a plate of Mollusk and pipius claw, a serving of Rokeg Blood Pie and a flagon of firewine
With a bellies full, they were finally in the tech section. Wil was disappointed - most of the stalls sold the same kind of gear, and it was nothing special. But that changed when Wil discovered a stall called the “SS Isolinear”.
G'var had been watching Wil casually stroll through the tech stalls for over an hour, little had caught his attention. He occasionally would pick through a pile of parts or a bin on rusty scrap, but had so far found nothing that caught his attention. All that changed when they rounded a corner and came to “SS Isolinear”, G'var had to suppress a laugh as she watched Wil excitedly run up to a table of odds and ends. He only moved like that when they were alone in their quarters. G'var could only smile as she watched Wil do his “Happy Dance”
Ukinix: ::Gasp:: Mini holo-generators!
G’var:::walking over to the stall:: don't we have those on board? ::picking up an Andorian Synthazier:: couldn't we get that in the replomat?
Ukinix: Nah, they’re not Starfleet standard. Could install one in our quarters though.
G’var:::raising her brow:: Really? What could do with it?
Ukinix: Not much. But it’d be fun to install one.
Seeing the enthusiasm and excitement in Wil’s eyes, G'var couldn't say no. Besides she knew he was a fantastic engineer, the best in the Fleet, he would enjoy getting the thing going. She still didn't know what they were gonna do with a holo-generator?
G’var:::rolling her eyes:: I've never seen the fascination you get from fixing broken things.
Ukinix: Well, it’s the challenge of it, G. Getting one of these to interface with the ship’s systems? Highly satisfying.
G’var:::rubbing A hand down Wil’s back:: If it will bring you that much joy and satisfaction, I really don't see any other option. ::putting her arm across Wil's shoulder:: You have to buy it.
Ukinix: You think?
With Wil inspecting the holo-projector, G'var began rummaging through the other pieces of equipment in the stall, most just seemed like ordinary everyday junk. Parts and pieces for a Vulcan power relay, a battered Ferengi Replicator, a Bajoran Comm unit, a shelf of second hand kitchen appliances, an honest to goodness Denobulan computer core?
G'var:::turning the computer Core over in her hands:: This has to be a Breen knock off…
Losing hope in finding anything interesting, G'var happened to notice an ancient Terran instrument with colorful buttons along its neck standing in a corner by a shelf full of isolinear chips. Walking over she could see that it was attached to a console and monitor of some sorts.
Bodje Kiel: Oh, a fine choice Madam.
Spinning, G'var turned to see a middle-aged Cardassian standing behind her.
Bodje Kiel:::pointing towards instrument:: That is the last known Terran “Rock Band” Machine in the sector. A very rare item. ::pointing to Wil:: I dare say your companion would find it utterly fascinating ::smiling::
G'var:::Narrowing her eyes:: How does this device band stones together?
Bodje Kiel:::cocking his head:: You misunderstand my Lady...it is used to make Rock Music ::Smiling:: I’m told the ancient Terrans loved it.
Ukinix: Well, some still do, me, but - ::furrowing eyebrows:: that doesn’t look like a six string guitar though. It’s smaller too. ::Turning head on side:: Maybe it’s a later design or something.
G'var:::pointing at the console and monitor:: Mr. Kiel here says this a “Rock Band” Machine? apparently your ancestors loved it? Perhaps you could make it work with the holo-projector?
Wil looked at the console. He pulled his tricorder out of his bag, and scanned the “guitar” and console - they were of such an old design that within half a second, the tricorder displayed everything that needed to be known about the screen-less console.
Ukinix: Yeah… ::looking at tricorder results:: … yeah I reckon I might be able to adapt the two. ::Smiling at G’var: Good idea, G.
Bodje Kiel:::clasping his hands together:: An interesting idea to be sure. ::smiling:: for the right price I could be tempted to part with both.
Ukinix: Hmm, I’d need to replicate some parts, I have to hope the patterns are in the Starfleet database-
Bodje Kiel:::waving his arms around:: Oh I'm sure I could find whatever you need I have a wide variety of parts and pieces to a great many things…::placing his hands over his heart:: I am humbly at your service.
G'var:::raising a brow::For the right price I'm sure?
Bodje Kiel:::Smiling::Madam you wound me, I am a humble purveyor of esoterica. ::bowing:: I live to serve my customers.
Wil rolled his eyes.
Ukinix: ::Flatly:: How much...
Bodje Kiel:::steepling his fingers:: a priceless antique such as this, plus the holo-projector and parts...why I could take less than 10 Bars of Latinum ::smiling brightly::
G'var:::belly laughing:: 10 Bars! ::shaking her head:: ...10 bars
Ukinix: Antique?! Antiquated junk more like it. It’s not worth that much.
Bodje Kiel:::covering his heart:: Sir...you wound me ::spreading his arms out wide:: nothing here is “junk” but all prices are negotiable…::rubbing his chin:: I can see you're a man of discerning tastes..::holding out his fingers::...7 Bars, plus...I'll let you look around for any parts that may catch your eye ::smiling::
G'var:::Shrugging::It’s up to you Pusher. ::patting his cheek:: what does your Discerning Taste tell you?
Ukinix: ::Sighs:: Alright then.
Bodje Kiel:::clapping his hands together:: Wonderful choice Sir! ::smiling:: I knew you couldn't resist.
G'var:::reaching into her satchel:: Here you are kind Sir ::handing over the bars:: Thank you for selling is such a priceless artifact from my Mate’s Homeworld.
Bodje Kiel:::winking:: The Pleasure was all mine dear Lady ::smiling:: Again, I am just a humble purveyor of esoterica. ::bowing:: I only bring that which was lost to those that are seeking it.
G'var:::smirking:: You have all the money your getting from me Sir, have a pleasant day.
Ukinix: Thank you. ::Putting package in bag:: Seeya, have a good one.
As they left the store, Wil put his arm around G’var’s waist.
G’var:::wrapping her arm around Wil’s shoulder:: I'm still not sure what your going to with that Junk, ::squeezing Wil’s shoulder:: just as long as your happy Beloved.
Ukinix: Should be fun, a little project for me. I’m intrigued about the console, and the guitar.
G’var: And i can't wait to see how these clothes fit. Where to next?
Ukinix: I’ve had enough shopping, my feet are killing me. Wanna head back?
It wasn’t a lie, his feet were genuinely sore. But what he didn’t tell G’var was that he was secretly keen to start his project...
G’var:::shrugging:: Sure, besides we’d get looks if I just carried you around over my shoulder. ::smirking:: people would ask, “where did you get your Terran?” or “are you gonna eat that?”
Ukinix: Or worse - “How much for the human”. ::Smile, yawn:: Anyway, you want to do some more shopping?
G'var: Nah, let's just head back to the Ship, I've still have a few things to take care of before the start of the Party Trip
Ukinix: Alrighty ::tapping combadge:: =/\= Ukinix to Veritas. Two to beam up. =/\=
[End]
=====================================================================
Lieutenant G'var
Assistant Chief of Security
USS Veritas NCC-95035
V239511G10
&
Lieutenant Wil Ukinix
Acting Chief Engineer
USS Veritas
V239511WU0
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