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

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)
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T’Aria sensed his tension in the way her skin prickled, every hair standing erect and ready to defend against an unseen threat. His subconscious seemed to warp at the whim of his emotions, sending jolts through their shared world. This one felt like a shiver. T’Aria furrowed her eyebrows and reached out to touch his shoulder, a soft frown tugging at the corners of her lips.

“I see… how did this affect you?” Her breath hitched as she considered the timing of Symar’s admission. “How does this affect you, today?”

— T’Aria

“I am going through a rather hightened version of the Pon Farr, my neurochemical inbalance is making my other emotions go through pits and rises a lot more than my drive to mate,” he chuckled, “Though that one’s still there.”

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

Her trained expression faltered, briefly revealing the surprise that took root in her mind. Pon Farr was almost unmistakable in most Vulcans – it obliterated inhibitions and revealed the most volatile parts of their psyches. Symar seemed calm by comparison. Had his experience and emotional tolerance tempered his Pon Farr? Perhaps he was skilled in masking its effects, or she was too consumed with his revelation to notice.

Then, the realisation set in. Pon Farr resulted from an imbalance in neuromodulators, which could be transmitted through mind melds. T’Aria dismissed the concern with a quick self-assessment and focused on Symar and his condition.

“How have you addressed the imbalance?” She asked, keenly aware of the potential threat. Did Romulans undergo Pon Farr? If not, had Symar’s genetic manipulation spared him its lethal effects? If so, would traditional meditation or medicine resolve his condition? She hadn’t appreciated how little they knew of their cousins until that moment, so she asked the only thing she could:

“How can I help?”

— T’Aria

“Have a drink with me,” Symar replied, revealing a small cup of Kymria, a herbal blend of Vulcan tea, “This is a blend created by my father as a way of helping me to control my… urges when the Pon Farr comes around each year, I must admit as a medic, I am curious to see the effects on a pureblood Vulcan.”

-Lieutenant Symar: Chief Medical Officer-

T’Aria had not heard of ‘Kymria’ before, though she was exceedingly familiar with Vulcan blends. What herbs and spices did Symar’s father use? Did he understand the medicine or was it happenstance? T’Aria was too invested in this new tea to notice that her breathing slowed and heart eased its assault on her abdomen. Anyone else, however, could see how her expression softened until her pensive frown and wrinkled brows disappeared into vibrant curiosity. She wanted to know more… about the tea and Symar, without the mask.

“Very well,” she studied the liquid, “what is in it?”

— T’Aria