USS Saracen
side - sim: The After Party (Tag Ch'Thaanaq)
Posted by Lieutenant Siarram Ch’Thaanaq (Chief Engineer) in side - sim: The After Party (Tag Ch’Thaanaq)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Brenna Neenna Atoded (Chief of Security) in side - sim: The After Party (Tag Ch’Thaanaq)
Posted by Lieutenant Siarram Ch’Thaanaq (Chief Engineer) in side - sim: The After Party (Tag Ch’Thaanaq)
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Brenna looked at Siarram. “And that is my cue to leave. Headache won’t get better hanging out here.” Glancing around she saw Krex all the way across the room and waved politely. She wasn’t going to attempt to make a path across the entire place.Atoded, CoS
“I agree.” Siarram made a face. “Body shots…” He mumbled something in what must have been Andorian. “Let’s go… Uh, do you want to go to your quarters or sickbay, or…? He looked at Brenna as he made his way to the door with her.
~ Lt Ch’thaanaq, CE
Brenna moved out into the corridor and took a deep breath of the much cooler air and lack of press of bodies. She smirked up at him, “Oh no, anywhere is fine, and no need for sickbay.” Brenna moved back down the hall, “It’s my own fault. Working extra hours on side projects and such. I am usually much more careful about shielding myself. Alcohol affects the body and the mind, and telepaths can pick up on that. It is not a pleasant sensation.”
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Siarram grunted, suddenly glad that was a sense he did not have. “I can’t imagine it would be…” He led her down the hallway. “Your quarters, then?” He asked as he headed towards the lift, needing to know which deck to go to.
~ Siarram
It really was not. Brenna rubbed her hand back and forth across her forehead. “Yes that would be fine.” Brenna stepped into the lift and took the time to breathe and re-center herself. “Thank you for walking with me.”
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Siarram shrugged. “No problem.” The doors opened and he stepped off with her. “I wasn’t interested in staying at the party anyway. I don’t enjoy the company of drunk people.”
~ Lt Ch’Thaanaq, CE
Brenna nodded as she walked. “Neither do I. I have never understood why people prefer to have their senses altered.” She shrugged, “Given the success of the liquor trade, I suppose I am in the minority.” She slowed as they came to her door. She looked up at him and smiled. “Would you like to come in? Something more palatable tha. Replicated gagh and nonalcoholic?”
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