Ten Forward Lounge - OTA

[writes_with_digital_ink]

It's been a long shift.

Very long.

And frustrating.

As soon as she clocks off, Gaila stalks to her quarters, strips out of her uniform and pulls on a dress. A Terran sundress, not Orion, because frankly, she's over pants and she'd feel undressed if she pulled on one of her tunics without pants.

She'd meant to sulk in her room and chill, but her room is small, itchy, and so she finds herself at the lounge. The lounge has people, but it's after the main time people are here. She can handle it.

And so, Ensign Gaila betIlley commandeers a table near a window, and flops over it. She'll get to her drink in moment. For now?

Flop.

Comments

[writes_with_digital_ink]

"I'd say you have a pretty cat," Gaila comments as Trever gets closer, "but I think she already knows that."

[reincarnshaman]

"Actually I'm owned by a pretty cat. Which she does, in fact, know."

She continues to smugly purr.

[writes_with_digital_ink]

"Ohhhh, my mistake. I'm Gaila, by the way. You?"

[reincarnshaman]

"Trever and her name is Veena," he said. "And I'm going to be terribly rude and ask what ... or I suppose ... where are you from?"

Because his reflexive response is she's from fairy, cause she's green, but there don't seem to be any fairies around. And Veena isn't reacting to her like she's from fairy.

[writes_with_digital_ink]

She shrugs. "Only rude if you decide to be an ass about it. I'm an Orion. Originally from the Orion Union, but I'm a Federation citizen."

She is a little bit sensitive about this, yes she is.

"From a universe over and the past, though."

[reincarnshaman]

"Orion... like Artemis' hunting buddy?" Trever asked, trying to put her world in context. Though, he admits to himself, she probably has no idea what he's talking about.