Posted by Ensign John Striker (Security Officer) in Lounge- Plotting Shenanigans (open)

Posted by Ensign Ka’sora Pru’moa Daveyla (Science Officer) in Lounge- Plotting Shenanigans (open)
Her first week on board the Manhattan has been going far better than she imagined. Already she had more social engagement than she had anticipated, and even though it was still a hard adjustment, Ka’Sora was finding small ways to not only make her days less lonely but to also share her culture as much as she could.

She had found a table in the Lounge (her first foray to the space) and had two padds. One rested on the table and was where she was brainstorming the meal she would cook for others, and in her hand was a letter she was composing to her mother and brother. As much as she wanted to send constant video messages, it wasn’t practical. So she was planning to take images to include in the message and someone would make sure her family received them.

OOC: anyone is free to join Ka’Sora.

~Ensign Ka’Sora

The doors opened and Ensign Striker stormed into the lounge, he was wearing a martial arts suit and was sporting some cuts and bruises to his face… He was cursing and rapidly talking to himself under his breath.

He walked up to a replicator and ordered a root beer… He was still muttering angrily to himself when he turned and noticed an Ensign wearing blue staring at a padd.

“Erm… Hi, I erm… I’m sorry about that. I’m John, John Striker.. security.”
- Ensign Striker (sec)

Her tall pointed ears flicked even as she gazed at him curiously. The anger rolled in waves over the room and Ka’sora tilted her head and took a deep breath as she studied him with her golden eyes. A small smile graced her lips. “Ka’Sora, science. Bad day?” It seemed an understatement, but then again sometimes even small irritations could instigate an intense response.

~Ensign Ka’Sora