[Recreation deck]
"Now Ria, I thought Caitians don't drool?"
"I don't. Is that a bird?"
"Was, I'd say. Actually, it's a replicated thing that's supposed to look like it's been a bird once. A big one, too."
"I don't. Is that a bird?"
"Was, I'd say. Actually, it's a replicated thing that's supposed to look like it's been a bird once. A big one, too."
M'Riarr thought the power outage on Eris deck must have been the best thing happening to Charon since.. well, ever. Navigating her way through the throng of people with her Andorian friend in tow, she had a hard time deciding which of the offered dishes looked more appetizing. Well, the dishes on that one side over there anyways. She'd never quite known ho to eat the leafy stuff without making a mess.
Finally they spotted Nils who was subjecting some pale yellow-ish something on his plate to a critical look before drowning it in some brown sauce. "There you are!" The golden furred Ensign waved a paw, nearly knocking a bunch of chicken drumsticks off another crewman's plate and then dragged Shenn towards a happily beaming human.
"Hey guys. This is fun, isn't it?" Nils had finished drowning the one whatever in the other something and his plate was beginning to lean perilously to one side. Shenn took one look at the yellowish-brown concoction, accompanied by green strings and some meat that looked as if it had been roasted for days and excused himself rather hurriedly.
"What's with our blue buddy?" the sand-blonde scientist waved a fork in the direction that Shenn had disappeared to "Still hung over?"
"Afrrraid so. And this human 'out cook' I think is not helping. What you got therrrr?"
"Mashed taters and gravy. With some mushrooms and kotbullar it'd taste almost like my mom's. You think they got any cranberries somewhere?"
"No, that."
"Oh. Roast beef. Maybe a bit too well done for your taste. Say, are you purring or growling?"
"Hey guys. This is fun, isn't it?" Nils had finished drowning the one whatever in the other something and his plate was beginning to lean perilously to one side. Shenn took one look at the yellowish-brown concoction, accompanied by green strings and some meat that looked as if it had been roasted for days and excused himself rather hurriedly.
"What's with our blue buddy?" the sand-blonde scientist waved a fork in the direction that Shenn had disappeared to "Still hung over?"
"Afrrraid so. And this human 'out cook' I think is not helping. What you got therrrr?"
"Mashed taters and gravy. With some mushrooms and kotbullar it'd taste almost like my mom's. You think they got any cranberries somewhere?"
"No, that."
"Oh. Roast beef. Maybe a bit too well done for your taste. Say, are you purring or growling?"
"A bit of both mrowbe " M'Riarr licked her lips as another crewman with a piece of the large bird on his plate walked by. This was like several holidays in one - people everywhere and a selection of such wonderful foods, the Caitian didn't even know where to start. Followed by a happily munching Nils, she walked along the meat selections, loading chunks of just about everything a carnivore might desire onto the plate that soon began to vanish under the load.
Finally, she stood before the most magnificent thing in the entire buffet. A piece of meat she identified as a terran 'ham' - but not the thinly sliced, pitiful variety. This was a whole one, sitting there in all it's beauty, beckoning towards the lioness with a near intoxicating scent. Her tail began to twitch with happy excitement and she wondered if anyone would object if she simply made off with the whole thing. Well, sans the fruit on top, that looked pretty but might spoil the taste.
Scooping up some beans while listening to M'Riarr's cheerful purr, Nils felt that this ship and the universe per se weren't such a bad place after all. Sure, there were a few non-humans who looked a bit out of their element, culturally and culinary-wise but all in all there was a lot of good vibes on this deck. He grinned at his Caitian friend who still seemed to contemplate how she could fit any more food on her paw - the paper plate on it had long ago disappeared under a carefully stacked meat-pyramid.
"Here. Lemme help you with that." He set his own plate down and proceeded to cut nice, thick slices off the baked ham. Just as he wondered if it wouldn't be easier to just hand-feed his friend rather than risking a food avalanche, M'Riarr's purr took on a new pitch. Wondering who the lucky guy might be, he turned around, ready to make a smart comment, and almost succeeded in decorating someone else's uniform with an exceptionally large piece of ham. A Romulan uniform. "Oh goodness. Talk about a close call. Enjoying the party, sir?" Nils couldn't quite make heads or tails of the Galae insignia, but it never hurt to be polite.
"What is that?"
If looks could shock-freeze, Nils thought the poor slice of ham would be encased in a block of ice now. Or go up in flames, either way.
Yea, number twenty-one on his ever growing list of things to be avoided - irritate a Romulan fleet officer by planting food on his chest.
"Here. Lemme help you with that." He set his own plate down and proceeded to cut nice, thick slices off the baked ham. Just as he wondered if it wouldn't be easier to just hand-feed his friend rather than risking a food avalanche, M'Riarr's purr took on a new pitch. Wondering who the lucky guy might be, he turned around, ready to make a smart comment, and almost succeeded in decorating someone else's uniform with an exceptionally large piece of ham. A Romulan uniform. "Oh goodness. Talk about a close call. Enjoying the party, sir?" Nils couldn't quite make heads or tails of the Galae insignia, but it never hurt to be polite.
"What is that?"
If looks could shock-freeze, Nils thought the poor slice of ham would be encased in a block of ice now. Or go up in flames, either way.
Yea, number twenty-one on his ever growing list of things to be avoided - irritate a Romulan fleet officer by planting food on his chest.
M'Riarr had noticed only few of the pretty eared one's here - of course the Vulcans would find this whole gathering a bit loud and the smell of so much meat - replicated or not - that was so enticing to the green eyed Caitian would probably give the poor things a headache. But that the other one's hadn't stormed the buffet long ago was a bit of a puzzle to her. Well, puzzle maybe being the ultimate word, the few that could be seen looking around and occasionally wrinkling their noses didn't seem to know what to make of all this delicious food.
She had just been wondering whether she should help and point out some of the finer choices, when one of them steered in their direction. An especially nice looking one with eyes like rain clouds, who moved with an almost feline grace. Before she knew it, her fangs were exposed in a friendly smile and only about a second later Nils introduced himself by way of pointing a fork including a thick slice of meat at the man.
Funny, he didn't seem to like it. Funnier even, M'Riarr wouldn't have objected to sharing a piece of 'her' food with that one.
She had just been wondering whether she should help and point out some of the finer choices, when one of them steered in their direction. An especially nice looking one with eyes like rain clouds, who moved with an almost feline grace. Before she knew it, her fangs were exposed in a friendly smile and only about a second later Nils introduced himself by way of pointing a fork including a thick slice of meat at the man.
Funny, he didn't seem to like it. Funnier even, M'Riarr wouldn't have objected to sharing a piece of 'her' food with that one.
"It's ham. Baked." Since he'd already made an idiot of himself again, Nils felt he had nothing to lose. "Would you like some?"
There was that glare again. Why did it always feel like dancing on a volcano when dealing with these people? Now, Ensign kittycat didn't seem to mind, but there was no intimidating 180 lbs of cheerful fur and muscles anyways.
Sometimes Nils wondered if even those floating, serene, 'ain't nothing going to ruffle my feathers' Vulcans had a darker side to them, after all those people were somehow related, right?
He hoped his smile would be seen as a non-aggression 'I will not start throwing meat at you' gesture and was rather relieved when the Romulan simply made a small gesture with his hand.
"No." there was a bit of contempt in that voice but not enough that Nils had to notice if he didn't want to. He was a bit shocked at the next words, though.
"No, I think not. Thank you." with that, the Romulan moved on, obviously still hoping there might be something edible in the vicinity, leaving an open-mouthed human and a snickering Caitian in his wake.
There was that glare again. Why did it always feel like dancing on a volcano when dealing with these people? Now, Ensign kittycat didn't seem to mind, but there was no intimidating 180 lbs of cheerful fur and muscles anyways.
Sometimes Nils wondered if even those floating, serene, 'ain't nothing going to ruffle my feathers' Vulcans had a darker side to them, after all those people were somehow related, right?
He hoped his smile would be seen as a non-aggression 'I will not start throwing meat at you' gesture and was rather relieved when the Romulan simply made a small gesture with his hand.
"No." there was a bit of contempt in that voice but not enough that Nils had to notice if he didn't want to. He was a bit shocked at the next words, though.
"No, I think not. Thank you." with that, the Romulan moved on, obviously still hoping there might be something edible in the vicinity, leaving an open-mouthed human and a snickering Caitian in his wake.
"You sure know how to pick 'em, Ria." shaking his head, Nils gave the plate in his friend's paw a critical look and then simply dangled the meat before her furry snout. "Open hatch."
M'Riarr's roaring laughter echoed through the recreation deck before it turned into happy chewing.
Cheeks full of delicious ham, she looked after the pointy eared one, who had cast a quick glance back over his shoulder during her little amused outburst.
"Oooo fink fo?"
"Eat your ham."
M'Riarr's roaring laughter echoed through the recreation deck before it turned into happy chewing.
Cheeks full of delicious ham, she looked after the pointy eared one, who had cast a quick glance back over his shoulder during her little amused outburst.
"Oooo fink fo?"
"Eat your ham."
[End Log]
Ensign M'Riarr
Assistant Helmscat
&
Petty Officer 3rd Class Nils Olafsson
Scientist's Mate
Scientist's Mate
&
Specialist Shenn
Basic Engineer's Mate
Basic Engineer's Mate
USS Charon
(NPC's apb I-Chaya)
