Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2009 11:26:38 GMT -8
Kinin blinked. No wonder Tiria was confused. "That does not make any sense," she confirmed. "Let us see if we can figure it out." She brought up the database on grey whales and skimmed through the information. She began reading aloud, "They begin swimming side by side. She too is feeling frisky. As the two swim along, mile after mile, side by side, there is a playful rubbing of one body against another. This begins to stimulate the hormones." She laughed as a passing Ensign stopped as he walked past their table, "move along," she prodded, "we're doing research."
"By the time the pair passes Ensenada," she looked up at Tiria, "California, a state on Earth..." She took a breath, "there is not much on their minds besides completing this 5000 mile mating ritual. They rub, they swim, they roll against one another, all the time slowly working their way south." The Ensign was still standing there. "Sounds like fun," he said, looking between the two women, "what, exactly, are you researching?" Kinin stood up, putting her hand on her phaser, "it is top secret," she said, "if you continue listening, I will be forced to kill you." The man just laughed, waving his hand at her, "point taken," he said, and he moved over to the buffet.
"See," Kinin said, pointing to the guy, "all men are idiots."
"Where were we?" She found her place again and continued reading, "Sometime in January the pair finally reach the warm ocean waters between Cedros Island and the mouth of..." She sounded out the words, but botched them badly, "Laguna Ojo de Liebre." Making a face, she laughed, "and most people think Klingon is hard." She finished off her sandwich and took a drink of the ale.
"They do not enter the lagoon, but rather linger outside, brushing harder against one another. Other males can join them. Each male is sure he will be the chosen one. She plays coy right up until the last moment." Kinin winked at Tiria.
"Then, when nature says it is finally time, you... er... our solitary female rolls to one side. Is it the left side? Or to the right side? No one knows, until that ultimate moment when the lucky male discovers he has been chosen. The loser, rather than hanging his head and chugging off into the sunset, must now linger on the other side of the female and help support her while the winner finishes..." Kinin made a face, "poor guy!"
She set down the PADD. "I'm more confused than when we started," she said. She though it over a bit, then her eyes widened, "maybe the Commander is saying he doesn't want to start a journey with you, only to find out he's not the one?" She shook her head, "but you are the one. Why can't he see that?"
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"By the time the pair passes Ensenada," she looked up at Tiria, "California, a state on Earth..." She took a breath, "there is not much on their minds besides completing this 5000 mile mating ritual. They rub, they swim, they roll against one another, all the time slowly working their way south." The Ensign was still standing there. "Sounds like fun," he said, looking between the two women, "what, exactly, are you researching?" Kinin stood up, putting her hand on her phaser, "it is top secret," she said, "if you continue listening, I will be forced to kill you." The man just laughed, waving his hand at her, "point taken," he said, and he moved over to the buffet.
"See," Kinin said, pointing to the guy, "all men are idiots."
"Where were we?" She found her place again and continued reading, "Sometime in January the pair finally reach the warm ocean waters between Cedros Island and the mouth of..." She sounded out the words, but botched them badly, "Laguna Ojo de Liebre." Making a face, she laughed, "and most people think Klingon is hard." She finished off her sandwich and took a drink of the ale.
"They do not enter the lagoon, but rather linger outside, brushing harder against one another. Other males can join them. Each male is sure he will be the chosen one. She plays coy right up until the last moment." Kinin winked at Tiria.
"Then, when nature says it is finally time, you... er... our solitary female rolls to one side. Is it the left side? Or to the right side? No one knows, until that ultimate moment when the lucky male discovers he has been chosen. The loser, rather than hanging his head and chugging off into the sunset, must now linger on the other side of the female and help support her while the winner finishes..." Kinin made a face, "poor guy!"
She set down the PADD. "I'm more confused than when we started," she said. She though it over a bit, then her eyes widened, "maybe the Commander is saying he doesn't want to start a journey with you, only to find out he's not the one?" She shook her head, "but you are the one. Why can't he see that?"
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