Posted by Lieutenant Commander Charles Tenkiller (Chief of Security) in Side Sim - You’ve Never Seen A Dance Like This (Tag CSO)
It had taken the better part of a week, but everything was set both at the outpost and back at home. The Engineers had done a wonderful job of trying in sub-space communications to the Holodeck, and now the space was filled in almost real time with the actual people back on Earth in the small town of Pawhuska. Hole emitters had been brought in so that the two members of the Outpost could move around and interact with the people there. The connection wouldnt last more than an hour or two, but it would be long enough for Tenkiller to do what he needed to do for the ceremony.

He was waiting outside the door. The buckskin tunic that normally sat under glass hanging on his wall was worn, and the large necklace identifying him as a Tribal Council member hung around his neck. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail, covered in a faded brown cowboy hat; and he was wearing bluejeans and a pair of old brown boots. A belt with a large buckle completed his look. Leaning against the wall, he waited for Toveka to arrive.

Tenkiller, CoS

She was grateful, this time, to not need a gown. Picking out her clothes this time had been far easier for her and she hadn’t even needed the Doctor to help her. She had on a pair of her calf high black boots with the flat soles. They were ones she could walk in for hours over nearly any terrain. She was in black slacks, a near denim material, cut slightly close to her legs without the fitted form of leggings. Her top, while casual, was simple. White and slightly trimmed to fit loosely over her body in a flattering form. The top , around the scoop style neck, were embroidered geometrics that danced the fine line between shapes and colors she had seen in his tribal pieces, and the edging on Romulan style decorative pottery and arts. Despite the vast differences between the shapes and the colors, they somehow worked well together. Her hair was pulled back a bit from her face with a silver barette. She bore no make up save for a light balm to her lips that softly shimmered her lips like sunlight was on them, even in the dim lighting of the corridors.

She came around the corner and smiled at seeing him. The smile was swift and genuine and lit her up, seeing him in the buckskin, remembering how full of life it had seemed on the wall. Yet now, seeing it on him, she realized she had not seen life in it before, but merely potential. Stepping up to him, her hand went to his chest. Her fingers lightly danced down a string of the beading. “It suites you,” she said and looked up at him. Their near identical height meant it wasn’t so much of a ‘looking up at him’ as a ‘looking up from his chest’ motion. She dropped her hand realizing her boldness and blushing slightly. “I hope I am not late.”

Lt Toveka Brine
CSO