Posted by Ensign Dr. P’Mala Dawes (Doctor) in Holodeck 2 - A Shift At The Wattle & Daub (tag: Vora, Open)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vora Zorell (Scientist) in Holodeck 2 - A Shift At The Wattle & Daub (tag: Vora, Open)

Posted by Ensign Dr. P’Mala Dawes (Doctor) in Holodeck 2 - A Shift At The Wattle & Daub (tag: Vora, Open)

(snips)

P’Mala tried not to gawp, but she couldn’t help herself. “Of… of course!” she said. “You know, you really have a great energy when you enter a room! I can see why performance is your work, lady.”

Vera flashed her a gracious smile. “You are very kind.”

Henson dashed some bitters into the glasses.

“Of course, you can prepare however you need and Pamala here will be happy to assist you.” The old man swatted a dishrag half-hearted at the Vulcan.

Zalena bowed her head to Henson and moved over to the piano.

Before the two could get started, one of the clients, a young-looking sailor with big jug-handle ears and a prominent Adam’s apple, approached Vora and said “On the crown, its, Miss Vera Zalenas! Excuse me. I just had to say, bloody well done,” he blurted. Then he rushed back into the dark bar, to the hoots and laughter of a group of seamen in the back.

-Ensign P’Mala Dawes

The performer flashed him a grin and a wink. Of course no one here knew the reason she was even in this town in the first. For that matter, no one even knew in London, either. Their complementary welcome of her might change. Perhaps.

Long, pale yellow fingers hovered over the keys for a moment before they began to run scales, allowing her to stretch out her hands. She hummed to warm up her voice, a rich vibrato sounding from her throat.

Vera smiled at Pamala. “Do you think the lighting is suitable here, do we need to shift the piano over a little?” She couldn’t see deep into the pub for the lights, but she didn’t need to.

~Vora Zorell, Sciences

“One moment, let me check and adjust,” P’Mala said, walking into the sea of sailors and tables and being completely ignored by the crowd, who were drinking, chatting quietly, some looking with interest at the goings on near the piano.

“Actually, yes. We probably should move the piano just a tad,” she fretted.

She pointed at two burly-looking tradesmen with empty glasses. “Sirs! Free pints on the house if you can help two ladies move a piano!”

“Well, one barmaid and one lady,” one snickered.

P’Mala deflated for a moment then looked at Vora for some support.

Vera shot the man a deep glare of disapproval, her maroon eyes piercing as she rose from the piano, sweeping her skirt out to the side so she didn’t step on it.

The other tradie glared at his compatriot. “There’s no need to insult the lass, John Michael Barnes. Let’s do it for the Guinness,” he said.

“About a foot two the left, in the light please,” P’Mala said, joining Vera at the piano with the men in tow. They pushed it into place and headed to Henson at the bar.

“That should be a lot better,” P’Mala said. “Can I get you a glass of water or anything else?”

-Ensign P’Mala Dawes

Vora smiled. “Actually, yes. Water would be lovely,” she said as retook her place at the piano and began running scales. It was clear by how quickly her fingers moved that she was well practiced. She began to hum along with the notes but then broke into a harmony.

“I’ll take requests this evening beyond my repertoire,” Vora said to the crowd.

~Vora Zorell, Sciences