Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2014 12:54:29 GMT -8
Shivering slightly, Tahp pulled the soft, light blue sweater tighter around her body. The air had a chill in it but the locals didn't seem to notice. Despite a huge swath of destruction through the park, a razing from a shipboard phaser array, people were still jogging, walking their dogs, hoverboarding, skating, and otherwise getting on with life. Tahp sat down on a bench along a pathway and began yet another day of waiting. Phillips had instructed her to go out on her own in an attempt to teach her independence in a foreign world. Unbeknownst to her, he expected her to fail. If she did, he would find another. However, she had no real ties to anyone of importance on Etimon, so she was his first choice. She owed Starfleet and couldn't honorably decline his request.
A frisbee sailed her way, landing at her feet, and she jumped up onto the bench in fear.
"Sorry, sorry," said a teenager who ran up to reclaim his disk. "Wind took it away from me." His intended target was further to the west and the other man waved in her direction. The guy tilted his head at her as she stood awkwardly on the bench. "Hey, it's not going to hurt you. Watch." With a flip of his wrist, he sent the frisbee sailing toward his friend.
Tahp watched it float through the air, her mouth forming a small 'o' shape, before she sat back down properly on the bench.
"Trill," he asked curiously.
"Etimonian," Tahp replied.
"Oh?" A pause. "Oh! Wow!" He motioned to his friend. "She's from the gamma quadrant!" Looking back at her, he sat down on the bench, turning his body toward her. "Mark," he said. "That's Grant."
"Tahp."
Grant ran up, panting slightly. "Hi." He glanced between Tahp and Mark. "You want to play?"
"I..." She looked at the strange disk. "I do not-"
"It's easy. We'll teach you. You throw to Mark, he'll throw to me, I'll throw to you."
After several more minutes of instruction and persuasion, Tahp joined them on the dew-covered grass, the trio forming a triangle. "Whenever you're ready," Mark prompted.
Running her fingers lightly over the surface of the yellow disk, Tahp nodded, then held it as she had been shown. As she made an approximation of the correct motion, she let go and the frisbee flew out of her hand, going in a completely opposite direction than had been intended, landing at the feet of yet another stranger.
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A frisbee sailed her way, landing at her feet, and she jumped up onto the bench in fear.
"Sorry, sorry," said a teenager who ran up to reclaim his disk. "Wind took it away from me." His intended target was further to the west and the other man waved in her direction. The guy tilted his head at her as she stood awkwardly on the bench. "Hey, it's not going to hurt you. Watch." With a flip of his wrist, he sent the frisbee sailing toward his friend.
Tahp watched it float through the air, her mouth forming a small 'o' shape, before she sat back down properly on the bench.
"Trill," he asked curiously.
"Etimonian," Tahp replied.
"Oh?" A pause. "Oh! Wow!" He motioned to his friend. "She's from the gamma quadrant!" Looking back at her, he sat down on the bench, turning his body toward her. "Mark," he said. "That's Grant."
"Tahp."
Grant ran up, panting slightly. "Hi." He glanced between Tahp and Mark. "You want to play?"
"I..." She looked at the strange disk. "I do not-"
"It's easy. We'll teach you. You throw to Mark, he'll throw to me, I'll throw to you."
After several more minutes of instruction and persuasion, Tahp joined them on the dew-covered grass, the trio forming a triangle. "Whenever you're ready," Mark prompted.
Running her fingers lightly over the surface of the yellow disk, Tahp nodded, then held it as she had been shown. As she made an approximation of the correct motion, she let go and the frisbee flew out of her hand, going in a completely opposite direction than had been intended, landing at the feet of yet another stranger.
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