Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2014 18:01:51 GMT -8
As Jonah exited the Bajoran temple towards one of the several areas of commerce aboard the station, he found himself in the middle of a cacophony that hadn't been there when he'd went in for the morning Ha'mara service. He stopped abruptly, and would have been careened in to by the Bajorans behind him, if they hadn't all had precisely the same reaction.
"Happy Ha'mara!" A scantily clad human female said, extending a tray of Bajoran pastries in the general direction of the Bajorans grouped at the temple's entrance. Jonah's stomach growled hungrily, and he scowled at the woman.
"Ha'mara is a day of fasting!" one of the Bajoran women behind him argued. Jonah sidestepped to get away from the enticing aromas.
"Oh... well... those Bajorans are eating," the woman stated pointing some distance away to where a group of Starfleet uniform-clad Bajorans stood.
Jonah sighed. It sometimes felt like Starfleet had created a polarizing effect on the Bajoran faith. Those who were faithful, such as Jonah, had their faith buoyed by the Emissary and his contact with the Prophets. Those who weren't used the existence of creatures like the Q and the Medusans to prove that not everything with "mystical" powers was a deity, or even something worthy of any respect at all.
A vedek emerged from the temple, scowled fiercely at the woman, and shooed her away. "I hope you have an easy fast," he said to his congregation. "The traditional light show will be held in the arboretum this evening, and after that there will be a breaking of the fast at Pi in the Sky."
Jonah was already grumpy from having fasted up til this point, and somehow he didn't think there was any way that he was lasting until the customary breaking of the fast. Sure, he didn't need to fast; Starfleet staff generally didn't choose to because they didn't want to be weakened in the event that anything needed their attention. You didn't want your staff fainting from hunger during a red alert, after all.
Still, he wanted to at least try, unlike his peers. Though in fairness to them, it seemed like there was authentic Bajoran food all over the commerce area. In the distance, he heard someone playing the belaklavion, and he walked in that direction to see what sorts of other things SGE had going on in honor of the Emissary.
On the way over, he bumped into someone, and he looked up to apologize. "Ah!" he exclaimed. There was a hologram of the Emissary, and it stared at Jonah with a compassionate expression. "May the will of the Prophets be ever benevolent," the hologram replied.
To Jonah's discomfort, there was a similar hologram stationed every few dozen feet. Does getting really drunk count as breaking fast early?
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"Happy Ha'mara!" A scantily clad human female said, extending a tray of Bajoran pastries in the general direction of the Bajorans grouped at the temple's entrance. Jonah's stomach growled hungrily, and he scowled at the woman.
"Ha'mara is a day of fasting!" one of the Bajoran women behind him argued. Jonah sidestepped to get away from the enticing aromas.
"Oh... well... those Bajorans are eating," the woman stated pointing some distance away to where a group of Starfleet uniform-clad Bajorans stood.
Jonah sighed. It sometimes felt like Starfleet had created a polarizing effect on the Bajoran faith. Those who were faithful, such as Jonah, had their faith buoyed by the Emissary and his contact with the Prophets. Those who weren't used the existence of creatures like the Q and the Medusans to prove that not everything with "mystical" powers was a deity, or even something worthy of any respect at all.
A vedek emerged from the temple, scowled fiercely at the woman, and shooed her away. "I hope you have an easy fast," he said to his congregation. "The traditional light show will be held in the arboretum this evening, and after that there will be a breaking of the fast at Pi in the Sky."
Jonah was already grumpy from having fasted up til this point, and somehow he didn't think there was any way that he was lasting until the customary breaking of the fast. Sure, he didn't need to fast; Starfleet staff generally didn't choose to because they didn't want to be weakened in the event that anything needed their attention. You didn't want your staff fainting from hunger during a red alert, after all.
Still, he wanted to at least try, unlike his peers. Though in fairness to them, it seemed like there was authentic Bajoran food all over the commerce area. In the distance, he heard someone playing the belaklavion, and he walked in that direction to see what sorts of other things SGE had going on in honor of the Emissary.
On the way over, he bumped into someone, and he looked up to apologize. "Ah!" he exclaimed. There was a hologram of the Emissary, and it stared at Jonah with a compassionate expression. "May the will of the Prophets be ever benevolent," the hologram replied.
To Jonah's discomfort, there was a similar hologram stationed every few dozen feet. Does getting really drunk count as breaking fast early?
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