Post by lafiel on Oct 24, 2011 10:48:21 GMT -8
Lafiel had needed to wander around a good bit in order to find one of the replimats that was functioning properly. As a result of the shortage of good replicators, said replimat was extremely packed, and nearly every table was taken. She walked over to the replicator, and ordered a tray of traditional Vulcan foods - she'd never been quite fond of human cuisine. It seemed like the goal of any human meal was to eat as many animals in as many different styles as was possible. She's tried meat before at the Academy because she didn't see the logic in choosing not to eat something without experiencing it, but didn't necessarily understand the appeal. She supposed that she did get some "enjoyment" out of it, but food was really about sustenance, about keeping her alive. Enjoyment was unnecessary and wasteful. Besides that, she couldn't justify ending the life of other living things - regardless of whether not they were sentient or not - when she could survive just fine on vegetables.
Carrying her tray, she sought a table that was devoid of irrational people. She passed a table of Engineers, who were laughing and carrying on loudly, and she fought back a look of disapproval. Why young human males needed to make displays in such fashion made no sense to the Vulcan. She passed another table of civilian women who were discussing current fashions. She would have nothing in common to discuss with them.
She came across a man in glasses, who she recognized from the Command Center earlier, and approached his table. He'd been quiet in the time that she'd seen him, and didn't seem to be in the process of causing much trouble... yet. Hopefully, the presence of a security officer would prevent him from getting any ideas about changing his mind. She was reasonably certain that if it came to it, she could restrain him if he got out of hand. "May I sit here?" she asked, gesturing to the empty chair across from Fargo.
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Carrying her tray, she sought a table that was devoid of irrational people. She passed a table of Engineers, who were laughing and carrying on loudly, and she fought back a look of disapproval. Why young human males needed to make displays in such fashion made no sense to the Vulcan. She passed another table of civilian women who were discussing current fashions. She would have nothing in common to discuss with them.
She came across a man in glasses, who she recognized from the Command Center earlier, and approached his table. He'd been quiet in the time that she'd seen him, and didn't seem to be in the process of causing much trouble... yet. Hopefully, the presence of a security officer would prevent him from getting any ideas about changing his mind. She was reasonably certain that if it came to it, she could restrain him if he got out of hand. "May I sit here?" she asked, gesturing to the empty chair across from Fargo.
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