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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Mar 31, 2016 12:49:08 GMT -5
Guest quarters.
He always disliked guest quarters, so bare and impersonal. Even worse, he had to put up with Starfleet issue bedding instead of his own Tholian silk sheets back on the Typhon. Utterly dreadful, especially since he was in the middle of his seasonal moulting. The thread count was positively grating!
Rising from the bed with a yawn, the Cardassian regarded his surroundings. Standard third tier Tyrion-class starbase accommodations, lightyears away from his ship and precious bed. Fortunately, the decidedly non-standard company was making his stay far more bearable. His reunion with Jonathan was a long time coming, and it seems that Mr. Cameron keeps some interesting people nearby, especially that handsome security officer. A shame he neglected to follow through on that oil wrestling appointment on the holodeck. He was quite looking forward to that.
After a quick scrub in the sonic shower to rid himself of the usual nightly oils and excess skin shedding, he was back to his usual dapper self. Throwing on khakis and a lavender sweater over his plain white undershirt, he secured his shoes and trekked out into the corridor. Making a sharp left into an unoccupied turbolift, he called out to the computer.
"Concourse."
Ascending, he wondered what kind of adventurous nonsense Jonathan had gotten himself into over the last year and a half. The security officer mentioned something about experiments and madness-inducing telekinetic empowerment. Certainly sounds eventful. He'll have to make a point of sitting down and chatting with him about it eventually. Between the two of them, there's plenty to catch up on.
Whoosh.
The doors opened to the arrival terminal atop the station, the dome above absolutely cavernous, offering a wide panoramic view of the system outside. A spectacular sight to behold, though he yearned for the view of the Typhon's viewscreen. Station life just didn't suit him very much. Still, it's only temporary during his leave. One must adjust to the circumstances.
Stepping up to the bar counter, he signals the server on duty with a small wave.
"Pardon me, sir. Do you have a menu available?"
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Post by Lieutenant jg Denise Daniels on Mar 31, 2016 17:19:50 GMT -5
Denise moved through the concourse at a quick step, her eyes glued to her PADD as she went over and over the new specs she had wormed out of a shipyard friend of hers concerning the new ship, the brand new Sentinel class cruiser housed in the fleet shipyards. She often bumped into someone along the way to the lounge...she sighed as her annoyance grew but maintained studying the specs as she walked, or from her usual perspective they bumped into HER. Her mood grew more and more foul as she entered the lounge at the people who never seemed to know enough to stay out of her way.
She signed inwardly as she approached the bar, other people in the galaxy truly were such an inconvenience.
At the bar she ordered to the bartender, she just assumed was paying attention to her appearance. "Coffee black, and a bagel with lux, peanut butter and cinnamon..."
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Mar 31, 2016 19:25:07 GMT -5
As the bartender hands him the menu, a woman approaches in his peripheral vision, buried nose deep in some kind of schematic. His brow raises at her food order. Fish with peanut butter and cinnamon? Even with only a peripheral familiarity with Earth cuisine, his Academy experiences indicate that it is truly an unusual combination. Perhaps this person would have a recommendation that would broaden his palate. He turns to regard the woman, noting her sharp blonde haircut and irritable demeanor. Nevertheless, he soldiers on. After all, Cardassia never made any progress without being bold, for better or worse.
"Excuse me, miss? You seem to be familiar with the offerings on hand here. Is this all replicated food, or are there some specialty hand-prepared items?"
He gestures with the menu PADD in his hand, his vocal tone and body language pitch perfect in suggesting innocent fascination, a testament to his social skills. Given her visible frustration, he seems to be making a concerted effort to engage her without provoking her further.
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Post by Lieutenant jg Denise Daniels on Mar 31, 2016 19:37:25 GMT -5
Denise though acidly, Oh No...a people person.
She narrowed her eyes and for the briefest of moments allowed herself to believe she could just ignore the individual trying to speak to her. How could he not tell his mere existence was obviously done on purpose just to interrupt her studying all of the new EPS power conduits on the new ship. It was clear that is exactly why he had now chosen to speak, she wondered how curious he would be she is just brained him senseless with her PADD, would he still be hungry then...
No with her luck, his hard head would just break her PADD and then she would have to take the time needed to go get another one, which meant more time taken away from her research. She sighed a long suffering inward sigh. Why was this man doing this to her. She opted to try and at least attempt to be as civil as she had promise Shantal she would.
She slowly looked up from her PADD and efforted her version of a warm smile, which looked like an annoyed viper trying to convince a targeted mouse that she was just a friend.
"Hmm? Oh they serve both here, "
She went to look down and decided he is the happy go lucky follow up question type and decided best to head that off.
She looked back over and added. "The cook, has a wide variety of menu items he is good at hand making"
She tossed the bartender an wicked look for so rudely coming near her when he arrived to serve her or ordered food.
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Mar 31, 2016 19:53:14 GMT -5
She went to look down and decided he is the happy go lucky follow up question type and decided best to head that off.
She looked back over and added. "The cook, has a wide variety of menu items he is good at hand making"
She tossed the bartender an wicked look for so rudely coming near her when he arrived to serve her or ordered food.
His brow arches again, eyes lighting up with curiosity, fascinated by the internal struggle Denise is (perhaps unintentionally) outwardly exhibiting. He smirks dryly, unable to help himself as he digs himself in further. "I appreciate the response. I can tell that it wasn't easy for you." His demanor would suggest that it wasn't malicious or mean-spirited, but a playful jibe. Even so, one can't predict how their words are interpreted.
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Post by Lieutenant jg Denise Daniels on Mar 31, 2016 20:09:54 GMT -5
Denise looked up from her cherished odd little bagel and slowly swivel her head to look at him as if it was a small weapons turret. Her eyes narrow some as she snaps kist a little.
"What the heck is that supposed to mean?"
No real anger visible just yet but metaphorically a lit match seemed to hover dangerously close to an open fuse.
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Mar 31, 2016 20:16:52 GMT -5
Denise looked up from her cherished odd little bagel and slowly swivel her head to look at him as if it was a small weapons turret. Her eyes narrow some as she snaps kist a little.
"What the heck is that supposed to mean?"
No real anger visible just yet but metaphorically a lit match seemed to hover dangerously close to an open fuse.
He maintains eye contact, an amused look on his face. In a maneuver that compliments his exceptional piloting ability, he dodges the question at warp speed. "I don't believe we introduced each other properly." He bows slightly. "Tolar Demor, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. What is your name?"
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Post by Lieutenant jg Denise Daniels on Mar 31, 2016 20:24:26 GMT -5
Denise hold his gaze as well, eyeing the stranger suspiciously now.
"Yeah...Okay, I am Denise Daniels..." forces herself to smile through her natural scowl, but does not bow.
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Mar 31, 2016 20:59:48 GMT -5
"Yeah...Okay, I am Denise Daniels..." forces herself to smile through her natural scowl, but does not bow.
He nods in acknowledgement of the gesture, offering a grin in return. "So, Ms. Daniels, what brings you to the bar?"
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Post by Lieutenant jg Denise Daniels on Mar 31, 2016 21:42:07 GMT -5
Denise sighs and gives in, setting down her PADD in annoyance. He is tolerating me, so how can I do any less. This is his fault! her mind screamed. No its mine she reminded herself, would've been easier to just get a new PADD after she had brained him.
She estured to her unusual bagel.
"Food....coffee" she indicated her cup and then eyed him.
"I'm gonna assume you are the same...what type of food do you prefer that you want to avoid the wondrous taste of replication added to it?"
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Mar 31, 2016 21:54:41 GMT -5
"I'm gonna assume you are the same...what type of food do you prefer that you want to avoid the wondrous taste of replication added to it?"
"Well, I am a visitor, and like any good tourist, I intend to sample the local fine dining. Tell me, do you have any recommendations?" He tilts his head curiously as he studies the bagel. "Perhaps this strange-looking thing."
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Post by Lieutenant jg Denise Daniels on Apr 1, 2016 2:50:21 GMT -5
Denise frowns some now accepting her horrible fate to be social here. She shakes her head.
"I'm sorry I don't know much about what your people can and can not eat pleasantly...I once recommended a bowl of ice cream to a Klingon waay back in the academy and never heard the end of that."
She smirked. "Like it was my fault the twit not only had different taste buds...but was also lactose intolerant!"
She looks to her bagel and bites her bottom lip.
"Um....this is what some might call an acquired taste...but you are welcome to try some if you are feeling brave enough." She smiles sweetly at that.
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Apr 1, 2016 19:01:08 GMT -5
"I believe I can rise to the occasion." He signals the bartender, then points to her bagel. "I'll have that, though I believe I may like mine toasted a bit darker, thank you." A moment later, the small plate is before him, the golden brown rings of heavenly carbohydrates sandwiching a most peculiar combination. Without hesitation, he reaches and bites into it, preferring to strike while the iron is hot, literally and figuratively. He places the sandwich back down on the plate, pondering the taste. Sweet peanut butter and cinnamon, savory fish and, well, bread. He has a feeling this was supposed to be revolting, but it's strangely nostalgic. The dinner table at the Demor estate was always a lively affair. Being the son of a well-connected diplomat, he dined on foods hand-prepared by the finest culinary artists on Cardassia almost every night. Dessert was positively indulgent, with sweets from all over the quadrant... That's it. That's where he knows the taste! "This tastes almost exactly like a sweet taspar meringue cookie. You eat this for breakfast?"
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Post by Lieutenant jg Denise Daniels on Apr 1, 2016 21:11:00 GMT -5
Denise looked up from her PADD and bagel and scowled. She did not seem in the,least upset he did not find it revolting, no it appear to be she was under the,impression she had successfully dealt with hin socially and somehow that might have allowed him to pop out of exsistence.
What seem to be the thing that bothered her was he persisted to remain in reality with her. It didnt seem personal he seemed to be in the company of trillions who would've earned such a renewed scowl...
"No i do not eat this for breakfast...i eat it ...well FINE! I can eat it for breakfast...but its usually for whenever, ya know i need to eat...i like my precious."
She looked at him intently. "I gotta say i told you everyone has different taste buds, but glad ya liked it. Must be like mom used to make eh?"
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Apr 2, 2016 7:16:43 GMT -5
She looked at him intently. "I gotta say i told you everyone has different taste buds, but glad ya liked it. Must be like mom used to make eh?"
"Something along those lines, I suppose." He takes another bite out of it, pausing momentarily to finish chewing and swallowing before speaking again. "The similarity really is quite remarkable, though the texture is very different. Tell me, Ms. Daniels, have you ever tried Cardassian cuisine?"
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