Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Jessica Lemann (General/Family Practice) in Side Sim: The Science of Streching Legs

Posted by Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti (Engineer) in Side Sim: The Science of Streching Legs

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M’Nalie flicked an ear in amusement, “You realise Doctor that as a Caitan I have what humans would call superior flexability. Even with miy size I can out contort most of humanity. Also doctor because of the fact that my subspecies is as comfortable on all fours as on two limbs , we are what humans term double jointed.”, A trait that the smaller so called main species of Caitans no longer enjoy. Yoga is not much of a challenge to me. However I would enjoy spending time with you as many of the crew find me intimidating anud avoid me.”, M’Nalie rumbled , her ears and tail motioning out forms a Caitan would intpret as honored and pleased by your request.

Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti. Engineer.

Jessica grinned at the engineer. “While I’m very competitive, yoga is one place that it’s more about your personal practice than turning into a better pretzel than the person next to you,” she observed. Her small blonde head tilted to the head as she processed the rest of M’Nalie’s statement. “Well, one of my closest friends is a Caitan.” She shrugged to emphasize the nonchalance of her point. It didn’t matter to her what species her friends were, just like it didn’t matter what one they were when she was treating them.

Dr. Lemann

M’Nalie was amused by the idea of a non competative activity. She was greatly amused by the declaration of friendship with another Caitan, “You are aware doctor that the more populous Caitans you meet and consider Caitans are culturally much like the Japanese culture in that they never show you their true opinions but will always be polite and accomidating to your face? Though I must admit that my view of them is rather biased by my cultures ongoing hostilities with them.”

Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti. Engineer.

Jess didn’t even seem to give M’Nalie’s comment a second thought before laughing heartily. “I’m pretty darn sure about her true opinions,” she commented as she recalled experiencing both the drunk version and the heavily medicated version of her friend. “And I’m not sure I agree about the polite and accomodating to my face.” She laughed again as she remembered the first time she had met M’Lene in Sickbay and then shook her head as the memory amused her. “But lucky for you, that’s how I got my experience treating your species.”

Dr. Lemann

M’Nalie flicked an ear and her ears blushed, What she knew of the Kitten’s as her clan called the main branch was mostly hearsay. She had avoided them for the most part and had smuggled herself off Cait to avoid likely entanglements with the Kitten’s. What nobody had told the Federation was that her Clan was technically at war with the rest of Cait. That neither side had fired a shot in over a thousand years hardly mattered. Her clan remained isolated . “If I am honest doctor It is unlikely your experiance with your friend would aid either you or me. When the Kittens split from the True Caitans, they diverged genetically and culturally from True Caitan’s. Afrer several millenia of seperation, we have very little in common anymore. But it is a distasteful subject that I have no wish to address further. Except to say it is unlikely Your friend and I could tolorate each other.” She rumbled at the doctor in a matter of fact tone then began to lift carry and deposit stones to hthe line five yards away.

Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti. Engineer

(Bump. Cale)