Posted by Ensign Ka’sora Pru’moa Daveyla (Science Officer) in Officer’s Mess (open)
Ka’Sora had set a goal to explore every deck of the ship, starting with the social spaces. She knew she would have to work hard to find her place here and that doing so was of the utmost importance to her physical and mental health.

In her sciences duty uniform, she stepped in around lunchtime, curious what might be happening the smaller of the eating places. If anything was true, it was that she would try to eat outside of her quarters whenever possible, especially if she was eating on her own.

Peering around the semi-busy space, she noted that the replicator was hidden by a large potted plant with wide fronds. Amused, her sense of smell pulled her away from the sight and towards a side area where something was cooking. Someone was cooking! How marvellous!

Moving over, she didn’t see anything within the dining space and ventured through a swinging door where something was cooking in a big pot on a stove. She lifted the lid to peer inside, trying to figure out what the unusual smell was. Most foods were unusual to her, but that just made them all the more fascinating to the Zaharan.

~Ensign Ka’Sora

Kaia stepped into the mess with purpose, tail swishing lazily behind her. She lifted a nose to the air upon detecting an odd scent, but paid it no mind, too focused on what she came here for.

With a bit of an eyeroll, she climbed onto the potted plant that blocked access to the replicator and instead used it as a step-stool to instead allow her more easy access. “A plate of sliced and lightly roasted pad’thesh, a cup of hot milk,” she paused, considering, “And a bowl of mixed berries - random selection of berries from Earth, Galdor, and Bajor, chosen within dietary tolerances for raka.”

“Do not give me raspberries again or I will dig through your circuits. Again,” she muttered under her breath while the replicator worked, then emerged from within the potted plant with her dinner. Another short hop and a journey across the floor led her to ‘her’ spot, a chair that, when kicked in just the right spot, would extend up so that she could sit at the table without feeling like a kitten.

Lieutenant Kaia
Chief Engineer USS Manhattan