Posted by Chief Petty Officer Sam Nazarian (Host of Florence’s) in Gamma Tiltium IV- Tropical Chemistry
Later that same day after running into each other at the pool, Navale was flagged down by the resort’s concierge. “Apologies for interrupting your day, Ma’am, but a message was left for you.”

Navale paused as she passed through the lobby and approached the concierge. “Thank you,” she smiled as she took the message. Navale stepped to a quiet corner of the lobby to read it.

Instead of a digital message, the young man working the desk slid a small envelope made of a heavy white paper. The front had a tidy script that said Navale and the flap was secured with a small silver sticker, indicating it hadn’t been opened.

Inside was a flat card in the same tidy script that said: Experiments taken many forms. Join me for another one? 1900 hours, Tuanala Wharf. ~Sam

~Sam, Host of Florence’s

Her face flushed with delight as she smiled. She glanced around the lobby to check the chronometer - 1645. We’ll she had a bit of time didn’t she.

Navale stepped onto the planks of Tuanala Wharf. Her hair was down, brushed until the curls laid softly against her shoulders. A seafoam green halter hugged her figure and made her tan skin seem to glow in the lowering sunlight. A sheer wrap skirt fluttered in the breeze. The pale blue and white accent swirling colors looked like waves crashing around her. Navale had tied and tucked the ends up to create a split along her left hip.

Her sandaled feet sounded softly on the wood as she walked further along scanning the crowd for Sam.

Lt. Cmdr. Kane, AMO