Post by Lt. Commander Cobus Rok on Nov 15, 2013 10:40:03 GMT -8
He smiled as he watched one of the Pelebians hastily copy her approximation of Trill spots in blues and purples onto a friend's face. Someone else was getting stars on their temple. He'd never helped inspire a fashion craze before.
In the short distance they'd travelled, Cobus entertained half a dozen questions about his spots: what they were, how long he'd had them, if they were permanent, whether or not his hypothetical children would have them, and so on. Eventually they made it to the door. He didn't quite know what he'd expected, but it wasn't this.
Cobus walked in like the quintessential tourist with his gaze skyward and his eyes focused far out in front of him. He even forgot about Elly, but only for a moment. "Wow, what is that?" He too was staring up at the pale blue structure, following it up with his eyes, trying to pinpoint the exact place where it disappeared and met the sky.
A Pelebian woman approached them. Since his own body was getting a lot of attention, he indulged his curiosity and didn't pretend that his eyes were glued to the Pelebian woman's face. He came to the conclusion that he'd rather be staring at Elly.
"This is a sanctuary of spirit. No harsh words will be spoken here. Throw away your cares and be free of anything artificial."
Okay, so maybe Pelebians didn't have closets. They didn't seem to feel the need to hide anything; they were very unlike Starfleet in that respect. Part of him wondered if they wouldn't just be the first, but the only ones to visit this place.
"You heard the woman," he smirked, casually reaching into Elly's bikini top where he'd seen her stash the key. His other hand was already behind her, tugging at the ties of her top. "It's what my spirit wants," he explained, borrowing the Pelebian's word. Clothing counted as artificial, right? He certainly thought so.
Tag Elly
In the short distance they'd travelled, Cobus entertained half a dozen questions about his spots: what they were, how long he'd had them, if they were permanent, whether or not his hypothetical children would have them, and so on. Eventually they made it to the door. He didn't quite know what he'd expected, but it wasn't this.
Cobus walked in like the quintessential tourist with his gaze skyward and his eyes focused far out in front of him. He even forgot about Elly, but only for a moment. "Wow, what is that?" He too was staring up at the pale blue structure, following it up with his eyes, trying to pinpoint the exact place where it disappeared and met the sky.
A Pelebian woman approached them. Since his own body was getting a lot of attention, he indulged his curiosity and didn't pretend that his eyes were glued to the Pelebian woman's face. He came to the conclusion that he'd rather be staring at Elly.
"This is a sanctuary of spirit. No harsh words will be spoken here. Throw away your cares and be free of anything artificial."
Okay, so maybe Pelebians didn't have closets. They didn't seem to feel the need to hide anything; they were very unlike Starfleet in that respect. Part of him wondered if they wouldn't just be the first, but the only ones to visit this place.
"You heard the woman," he smirked, casually reaching into Elly's bikini top where he'd seen her stash the key. His other hand was already behind her, tugging at the ties of her top. "It's what my spirit wants," he explained, borrowing the Pelebian's word. Clothing counted as artificial, right? He certainly thought so.
Tag Elly