it's days like these, you gotta find it in some other way, so one foot in front of the other [OPEN]

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

Now she's decided she needs to go running, and with people constantly in and out of the sensorium, reliving old battles (Honestly she thinks do I go in there and recreate the bridge of the Basroil? No.), the halls seem like the best place. Simply put, the gravity's getting to her and she's afraid of being a burden to her team just because she spent almost all her life in half G.

So you can find Lafiel in the hallways, the walls flashing past her eyes in a monotonous display of throbbing meatiness as she jogs.

The floor, however, is uneven. She steps into a pothole and falls abruptly, followed by a string of curses in Baronh. She's sprained her ankle.

After bandaging herself up (too prideful to accept help from Stacy), she'll be at the mess hall, downing bowls of the bland, proteiny glop, because after a workout, you really don't care all that much about taste.

Find her in either place.

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[smegging-hell.livejournal.com]

Lister is in the mess hall, breaking his tray into even pieces and trying to build a tower from it. It beats eating the stuff.

He certainly notices Lafiel. It's hard not to notice someone as exotic looking as her. But, having learnt his lesson from talking to Jo, Lister doesn't stare directly, just looks at her sideways.

Give him a minute, and he might even invite himself over beside her.

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

The space-sensory-organ in an Abh's forehead allows them to discern when someone or something is moving near them, though they don't have any idea what it is or indeed if it's discreetly checking them out.

"Hello." She says before he's quite finished sitting down.

[smegging-hell.livejournal.com]

Lister is caught rather off guard when she speaks, and instead of the suave sit he was aiming for, he plops rather firmly down beside her.

To his credit though, he recovers, and offers his hand. "Dave Lister, nice to meet you."

He's going for the confident approach this time.

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

Lafiel takes his hand and shakes it firmly. "Abriel Nei Dobrusc Paryunh Lafiel...I suppose you can call me Lafiel for short. Are you new here too?"

She's completely unaware of his thought process...

[smegging-hell.livejournal.com]

"Freshly oozed," Lister responds. "Considering I think I was dead, waking up here is an improvement. How about you? Been kicking about long?"

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

He has a...colorful way of putting things. She thought, determined to respect the customs of others. "I just got here as well. I've been assigned to Team Oscar." She says before trying to choke down a little more of the gray goop.

[smegging-hell.livejournal.com]

"Team Mike here. Not so good at teamwork, me, but I can roll with it."

Lister pauses politely while Lafiel eats, trying to look at her covertly. Time to play it smooth.

"This may be an odd question, but are you human?" Thinking that this is perhaps a little blunt, he adds. "I used to be the last one."

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

"Very astute. I'm an Abh. While we are derived from human genetic stock, we are not Homo Sapiens and are incapable of interbreeding with them." Slurp. "I'm sorry. That sounds rather lonely. Did you ever find more of your kind?"

[smegging-hell.livejournal.com]

Lister tries not to look worried. "You're an..."

But whatever else he was about to say is cut off when Lafiel casually mentions interbreeding. It's lucky he didn't have a mouthful of slop, or it would be all over the table.

"Erm, no-one else. Not till I came here. Now there's lots," he answers her last question with his voice in a slightly higher pitch than usual.

[unsc-rabbit.livejournal.com]

Kelly was going to hit the Library. A strong mind is just as important as a strong body. That was what Déjà always used to say. That's when she saw the woman running through the halls. She was just about to catch up to her and ask if she could join her when the woman tripped, that ankle was definitely sprained.

In a moment the Spartan as there offering her a hand. "That looked like a bad fall."

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

Forgive her for pride did indeed goeth before this little fall. And during. And after. So she doesn't take the nice lady's hand, but braces herself against the bulkhead and laboriously pushes herself to standing.

"I am fine." Which she most certainly was not.

[unsc-rabbit.livejournal.com]

Kelly, thankfully, is not easily offended, she just withdrew the hand, respecting the woman's need for independence. She couldn't help a frown however, upon seeing her ankle.

"It looks like you've got a sprain, or worse."

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

Lafiel sighs. She's got her. "It's this rytereceno gravity. I'm used to half what you landers are so I have to be prepared when we go groundside." She says, propping herself up and limping, which only makes her more embarrassed.

[unsc-rabbit.livejournal.com]

When the woman begins to limp Kelly is right next to her, draping Lafiel's arm over her shoulder to help support her. She wasn't about to be entertaining any complaints, either. "I know what it feels like to have to re-adjust. I'll help you to the medbay so we can bind that ankle. You'll only make it worse if you try to walk wihout proper care."

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

"Alright." Lafiel's pale cheeks light up. "Abriel Nei Dobrusc Paryunh Lafiel, Deca-commander of Basroil, Fourth Fleet, Humankind Empire Abh Star Forces..." People had said things about the long name. "Lafiel for short." She says, shortening her introduction as they limp along.

[unsc-rabbit.livejournal.com]

It's not very often that a person blushes at something that Kelly does. The tall woman isn't exactly sure how to react to that so she just offers Lafiel a smile. "SPARTAN-087, Petty Officer Second Class Kelly Preston, United Nations Space Command Defense Force, Navy." She chuckles lightly. "Just Kelly is okay."

She easily supports Lafiel's weight, the woman may get the feeling that it really isn't any effort at all for her.

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

Or it could be because she weighs pretty much nothing. Built for life in space, Abh bones are lighter.

She's not used to being supported like this. Only one person has ever done that for her, in fact, and he was...She shook the thought away. No use dwelling on it.

"Thank you." She said when they reached the medbay.

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Kirk slides into the seat across from her with a smile, "Hello, Commander. Isee you're enjoying the... local cuisine."

It's something of a poor joke, but Kirk's trying. He has a tray of the glop himself and he's ruefully starting to force it down.

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

"Captain." She stands, salutes (index and middle finger touch the forehead) and sits back down again, long used to star forces hierarchy. "This is worse than those 'ham-burgers' I had to eat on Clasbul. Surely Stacy can synthesize some form of seasoning? Or does she keep that as a reward for good behavior?" She knows it's possible. Abh food is synthesized but doesn't end up like...this.

[captain-jtk.livejournal.com]

Kirk is slightly surprised by the salute, but returns one in reflex before digging into the unappetizing slop. Things sometimes tended to get a bit casual on the Enterprise, especially among his senior command staff.

He offers a wry smile in reply to her question, "As far as I'm aware, this is what we can hope to eat for as long as we're aboard. If she can season it, I haven't seen, smelled or tasted it."

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

"That's disappointing. Perhaps Stacy will send us to a primitive world next and we can trade some artifact from the 'land of the gods' for the harvest from their salt mines." Mostly a joke, Cap'n, but she probably would violate the prime directive for salt and pepper shakers at this moment. "Is it normal for officers in your galaxy to discuss the cuisine with their crew?"

[captain-jtk.livejournal.com]

Krik raises a brow, almost imitating his first officer, "Maybe. Although in my peoples' experience, that kind of thing tends to lead to trouble."

Either he gets the joke and is merely commenting or he didn't get it in the first place. You decide.

"Sometimes, at least among the senior staff. But, I find that talking with the crew from time to time is good for morale and improving the relationship between them and their officers."

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

"My apologies if that was a strange question. My last couple commanding officers were...odd." She thinks a moment. "If you don't mind me asking, Captain, how long have you been here?"

[captain-jtk.livejournal.com]

"No apologies necessary, commander. I'm sure that many of my people's customs would seem to strange to you, as would yours to mine."

Another pause as he thinks, "A few weeks, I believe. It's rather hard to keep track of time in here...."

[not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com]

"Maybe not that strange. We are your distant descendants cousins..." She says with a small smile. "Only a few weeks? I initially thought this place was very disorganized but that is rather quick to produce a functioning command hierarchy from so many disparate traditions."