Posted by Ensign Ben Wilkinson (Security Officer) in Heading to Sickbay (All are welcome)

Posted by Ensign T’Lora (Doctor) in Heading to Sickbay (All are welcome)

Posted by Ensign Ben Wilkinson (Security Officer) in Heading to Sickbay (All are welcome)
Posted by… suppressed (8) by the Post Ghost! 👻
Ben caught up with T’Lora in the passageway outside the holodeck. “So you can turn off the empathy thing if you want to? Is there any way for a person to shield their thoughts? Errrrrr.... not that I would have any thoughts I would want to shield.” Ben’s face turned a slight crimson. “Not sure I’m putting this the right way. Let me check the duty roster and we’ll set a date for breakfast or whatever.”

Ben - Slightly awkward as usual.

She laughed slightly, taking pity on him. “We all have thoughts we wish to hide.” She elaborated carefully. “It is possible, with some effort to shield one’s mind. It is difficult for humans, but not impossible.” She tilted her head slightly towards him. “You could learn to shield your own thoughts, but in my profession, I keep my own mind unreceptive. Off duty, I make no such effort. Thus, if you wish to hold my hand, you may wish to inform me first.” She was aware of what she was implying, but her face gave nothing away. T’Lora often played up the “clueless Vulcan” image for her own amusement.
-T’Lora

Ben was deep in thought, trying to understand exactly what T’Lora was saying, but not having much luck. “So if I wanted to say, hold your hand in a non-professional way, as long as I tell you first it would be ok......I think ?”

Ben - Deeper than ever!

She laughed a bit, breaking her poker face. “I grew up on Earth Ben, I am not entirely ignorant. There are plenty of reasons to hold hands, professional or not.” She softened her voice a bit. “If you were to wish to hold my hand in a non-professional way, I would not be in opposition.” She looked at him curiously. “Do you wish too?” she offered her hand to him, smiling slightly. She closed her mind quickly, drawing on years of experience.
-T’Lora - with very little experience and plenty of interest.

Ben took a deep breath and slowly released it. Growing up he had plenty of friends who were girls, but no “girlfriend”. He was always busy trying to keep his grades high enough to get into the Academy or with sports or martial arts, and the Academy left little time for socializing. “T’Lora, I don’t quite know where this is going, but right now I would very much like to hold your hand, and I don’t care if you read my thoughts right now.” Ben had noticed other couples holding hands and walking the ship’s passageways or having an arm around a shoulder. They were both off duty right now, so no protocols were being broken. Slowly he reached out and took the proffered hand.

Ben - Tipping and about to fall ?????

T’Lora smiled softly up at him and closed her fingers gently around his hand. She was careful not to read his thoughts, but she allowed herself to feel the slightest layer of his emotions. She took a deep breath. She had missed casual mental contact while in the Academy. “Where did you grow up Ben?”
-T’Lora

As they continued down the passageway to the turbolift Ben noticed that several other couples greeted them. “I grew up on Earth in the state of Texas, just outside of Abilene. How about you? Did you miss being not raised on Vulcan ?”

Ben

T’Lora gestured to the large scar on her face. “Vulcan was less than friendly. I rather enjoyed Earth, after the first couple of months. I lived in a small town on the Arabian Peninsula.” She kept a close eye on the other people walking in the corridor.
-T’Lora

As they continued to walk along Ben shared more about his growing up. How he and his brother were so close, how he had lost his whole family. Ben had not really noticed the scar on T’Lora’s face, but asked how she had gotten it, and why she hadn’t had it removed. He hoped he wasn’t being too nosy or personal, but he wanted to know as much about T’Lora as he could. Talking with her seemed easier than talking with the counselor.

Ben - More or less oblivious to other people in the corridor

T’Lora smiled contentedly, feeling that Ben was at ease with her. “We are much alike, both without families in this universe.” She took a deep breath before telling him the story of her scar. “When I was five, a young boy came up to me. He showed me the dagger his father had bought him. I told him it was aesthetically pleasing, and he told me it was made to mark the V’tosh Ka’tur.” She touched it lightly. “It was a replicated ceremonial blade used in ancient traditions of exile. The blade was poisoned to prevent flawless healing. The idea is to leave a mark that can never be hidden.” Her hand lingered on the scar, feeling the raised skin beneath it. She placed her hand back at her side and smiled at him again. “I am glad that you find me easy to talk too. Many humans find Vulcans unapproachable.”
-T’Lora - who has very few personal boundaries

Ben looked at the scar. It looked to him as if it had faded over time to a faint white line. “You know on Earth, old fashioned duelists would try to get a scar. They would get cut during a duel and then pack the wound with salt to make a dueling scar. Your scar isn’t that bad, I hadn’t really noticed it until you mentioned it. I’m sorry that it happened.” They continued to walk, Ben noticed that they has passed the turbolift, but wasn’t going to mention it. He noticed T’Lora’s ears and thought they were attractive the way they stuck up through her hair, heck everything about her was attractive.

Ben - About ten degrees from a total fall.

T’Lora’s face flushed green at his change in emotion as he looked at her. “It is perhaps, only of significance to Vulcans. Tell me about your brother?” She was ready to learn more about Ben, just as he was about her.
-T’Lora