Posted by Lieutenant Commander T’Aria (XO / Navigation Officer) in Putting on a Logical Top Hat (Tag XO)

Posted by Lieutenant Symar (Chief Medical Officer) in Putting on a Logical Top Hat (Tag XO)

Posted by Lieutenant Symar (Chief Medical Officer) in Putting on a Logical Top Hat (Tag XO)
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T’Aria hindered the eyebrow pursuing her hairline and offered a slow, deceivingly composed nod. Her mind refused the same repose. Feelings? T’Aria had not detected anything remarkable in Symar’s behaviour, but she knew the subtle imputations woven into ‘oridinary’ language. Were there signs he meant for her to catch? She wavered. Wrinkles gathered at her temples and around her eyes, giving her the impression of a uni freshman stumped by an impractical calc problem.

What do you mean, ‘interesting feelings’? T’Aria looked at Symar, but the question never touched the space between them. He confided in her… so, surely he possessed no contempt? Though they knew little more about one another than divulged in conversation, she found strength in their professional bond. Was he referencing a budding partnership? Friendship? She scoured her memories for a trace of ‘interesting’, yielding only half-baked theories that deftly avoided the truth glaring from the abyss.

“If it’s an ‘issue’…” T’Aria pinched her eyes shut to calm her self-inflicted turmoil, “…then we can navigate it together. Do you wanted to talk about these ‘interesting feelings’?”

— T’Aria

“It’s probably better if I show you Commander,” Symar said, rolling up hhis left sleeve, “Would you be opposed to a meld?”

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

Mind melds were a profound, intimate exchange that left both of them vulnerable. Was she ready to let Symar in? T’Aria concealed herself beneath an impassive veneer, but there were no facades in her mind. No schemes or lies to disguise what she felt. Would it disturb him? She tried to talk herself out of it, to convince herself the risk outweighed the gain, but she couldn’t find the evidence to support it. He exposed himself to her; it was her turn to do the same. T’Aria stepped forward and offered a simple, “not at all.”

— T’Aria

OOC: So sorry for the AWOL Trin! Hope you’re well! Back and ready to go now mind!
OOC: No worries! I hope all is well. :)
IC:

Symar smiled, “You won’t regret this Commander, take a seat, have you melded with another Vulcan in recent times?”

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medicaal Officer-

T’Aria gleaned enough from her stint aboard Chernov to exercise caution when someone claimed: ‘you won’t regret this’. It was a warning concealed in innocence that beguiled even the prudent. And she had a wealth of experience in that department. Ignoring the phantom pains prickling along her temples, T’Aria slowly lowered herself to an embroidered cushion and cocked her head.

“I have not,” she admitted, “though I expect the practice remains unchanged.”

— T’Aria

“You’re in safe hands Commander,” Symar replied, raising his hands in the traditional position on the face to initiate a mind-meld. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, Symar intoned the ritualistic phrasing, “My mind to your mind, your thoughts to my thoughts.” Within seconds, the two were sharing vivid images. Romulas, approximately 75 years ago, a small child sitting alone in a study, deep in an ancient tome on the historical connections between the Vulcans and Romulans. He is enthralled, but seems to be holding the book close to him, as if hiding it from prying eyes…

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

T’Aria sucked in a self-assuring breath and closed her eyes, slowly lowering her mental barriers. His words eased her, but the visions sparked curiosity and confusion. Where had he taken her? The room was dimly lit, assembled from stone that trapped her in its cold and foreboding embrace. Was this Vulcan? She sensed dampness in the air clashed with her memory of an arid, dust-filled warmth. And the rock. It was ashen and composed, unlike the rusted clay that formed her family home.

Her eyes wandered for mere heartbeats before landing on the young, tome-engrossed boy. T’Aria peered through narrowed eyes at the script adorning its front, but his hands veiled all but ‘Romulans’. Was he Romulan? She considered calling to the boy, but she knew that might serve only to startle him. He seemed deeply taken by this book… and its protection.

Instead, she shot Symar a telling glance and made a calm, tender-footed approach.

— T’Aria

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