Zakalwe
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The music was fine, but being alone sucked. Tom hated it. Only one way to fix that...
I wonder what that nice Geshrin/cat person is up to? She looks like a free spirit... and that's kinda hot. Ghi, right? She's the ship's medic?
Now was a great time to get acquainted with her. Who knew what'd happen after the mission started.
Tom headed over to the medical bay, entering the room with a polite "Hello."
"Hello." Ghi responded, still lying on the table, staring at the ceiling, not moving apart from her mouth. "How can I help you?"
"Well, since we're not in mission mode, I felt it'd be a great time to get to know the crew," Tom replied, walking towards the table. "Um... are you ok?"
She was quite a long shot from the energetic person he first encountered.
"I'm fine. Just a little drained." Ghi sat up, "You're Tom right?" Her eyes had little emotion in them, but more than there had been earlier.
"Yeah, Tom Freeman. Pleased to meet you, Ghi, right?" Tom turned upon reaching the table and rested his hip against it, looking back into the hall. He crossed his arms with a small sigh.
"I hear ya. We're about to embark on some big mission, it's got to be tiring. Are you homesick?"
"Yes, Ghi. Not at all homesick actually. I'm not missing anything, I made my farewells with everyone I know, or at least know well. Nothing to miss. I'm not really tired either." Calm, of course, but her energy levels where no different.
"Ah..." Something was probably weighing on her emotions, better to approach the situation to tactfully. He cast a glance at his prone companion, absorbing her appearance.
"Nice look. I take it you're a cat lover?"
"Above all else. Cat's are a true mark of natures perfection, evolutional perfection. Perfection in general. So much better than Dogs. Stupid dogs. And so it was natural that I made my body more like there's." She shrugged.
"If I may ask without sounding intrusive," Tom replied "Why? You must get some weird looks from people. Must be tough sometimes."
"I don't care what they think. I want to be how I feel inside." Her passion was beginning to creep through.
Tom nodded, smiling. "I respect and appreciate those who choose to pursue their own dreams regardless of what people think. It's a sign of independence and strength, if not nobility. Just like a cat." He winked.
"This is true, like a cat. You must be more like a cat. Be the hunter." The voice in her head whispered. "Yes, I think so to." Her hand began to twitch almost unnoticeably, the drug wasn't working as well as it should do. She should take it more often.
"Of course, cats are quite interesting creatures. So many personalities, almost as many as humans. Some are solitary, some like company, some run around the house at odd hours in the morning, others are content to spend the day sitting in your lap. One thing that ties them all together is a sort of quiet dignity, at least that's what I've noticed."
"It is good that there is another car lover on board." Ghi said quietly, his words spoke to her, "They are the greatest creatures, better than humans." She almost whispered.
"Huh? What'd you say?"
"Nothing." She paused, "Do you have any medical condition I should know about? Medication? Allergies? Unhealthy habits?" She said calmly.
The Geshrin let out a soft laugh, sliding down the table until he caught himself against it with his elbows. "None, unless you call running away from home to live your dream an unhealthy habit. Other than that, I have an unusual love for performance and dance that can only be cured with more dance." He looked her way with a grin.
Ghi noted a possible obsession with dancing, and more importantly a nature which seemed to indicate the avoidance of responsibility. It probably wasn't important though. "So you're quite a good dancer I presume?"
"Oh yes. I've spent all my life doing it. It's my main hobby," Tom replied excitedly, hoping that perhaps the lady shared something in common "I am familiar with several kinds, even exotic dances. There's something beautiful about the body and its movements. It's a common link between us all that breaks through all language barriers."
"I personally don't dance. I'm a gymnast. Never been interested in dancing, it's conformal I suppose. Not individual. Being individual is important." She laughed, "And I'm definitely individual."
Doh... Tom slightly deflated at the response. "Gymnastics and dance go well together. If you don't enjoy the cultural aspects of it, I can guarantee that there's no better way of developing excellent cardiovascular endurance and flexibility." He turned to her, resting on his knees so that his head was on the table. "I wouldn't say dancing is conformal. Maybe in the sense of general waltzes and stuff, but how many people do you know know how to Tango or bellydance?"
"Yes. I know several strippers. They're very good at bellydancing." Ghi responded calmly.
"Well, at least give it a chance. I think you'll be surprised." New game plan time, Tom thought.
"Besides, a cat must be graceful in all her movements, correct? There's only so much that gymnastics can teach... coordination, body control, etcetera. The fluid movements of ballet or modern dance, for example, could teach so much about looking GOOD while you move. It could make the cat stand out as the majestic animal she is."
"But that cat doesn't care how it looks, it looks good anyway. It is its not caring what others think, only what it thinks, that in fact causes it to look so majestic. Fluid movements I have, a combination between me gymnastics and martial arts." She smiled, she was enjoying this, and the voice had gone for some reason.
"Ah, but then why does the cat spend so long cleaning itself? And why does she go through that trouble if she eventually ends up coughing up a hairball? It has to be more than simple hygiene." He smiled wryly in response.
"To make itself feel better about itself obviously. Do you feel better after a shower? More content in your skin?" Ironic, since she was never happy within her skin.
"Yes, but then why not have the cat just take a shower? Surely there's a better way of cleanliness than licking yourself."
Ghi stared at him. Had he actually just suggested putting a cat in a shower? If she hadn't been under the influence of Calm she'd have attacked him. "Are you saying you'd put a cat in a shower?" She said quietly and controlled, although the tension could be heard in her voice.
"Oh no no no... you're likely to get scratched to hell. I'm just curious why the cat takes such a painstakingly long way to clean itself when there are other alternatives. Could you perhaps answer that?"
"What other alternatives are there in the wild? Getting wet dampens your sense of smell, it clings in your fur, liking doesn't. Licking cleans you, and makes you feel as if you've accomplished something." She would lick-clean herself more, but she wasn't that flexible.
"Ahhhh! So getting wet to a cat is like, say, me wearing clothing in the rain. Makes perfect sense!"
"Everything about cats makes sense." She sniffed.
"Mind you, of course, that doesn't mean I'll start licking myself clean. I'll just take of my "fur" and hop into the shower."
"If you wish. I'm happy with my fur. So soft, so warm." She said happily, "Luckily I can recover from a shower with rigorous towling."
"Does it ever itch?"
"No. It's the best sensation ever." She ran her own hand over her bare arm.
"Just like the sensation I get when I've finished dancing. To each their own, I suppose, but I would absolutely love to teach you some dance if you were ever open to it."
"Sure. At some point." Gai was content currently, and was thinking about designing her own project.
Tom stood up again. "Sounds like a date." He chuckled.
"Sure. Just call on me some time. Knock though." She responded calmly.
"So, anything else on your mind? Anything you'd like to know about me? I've been rather probing in this conversation..."
"No, nothing. I'm designing something currently. All in me head." She tapped her skull.
"Awesome. Well, it's been a pleasure talking to you, Miss Ghi. If you want to talk or hang out, dance a bit or grab a drink--I've got PLENTY of those, feel free to stop by the bunks."
"Will do." Ghi lay back down on the table.
"And be sure to get some sleep! A table most certainly isn't the kind of place you want to be dozing off!" He said cheerfully as he stepped out. "Rock on!"
Ghi was quite happy on the table. And would stay there for a while, thinking.
I wonder what that nice Geshrin/cat person is up to? She looks like a free spirit... and that's kinda hot. Ghi, right? She's the ship's medic?
Now was a great time to get acquainted with her. Who knew what'd happen after the mission started.
Tom headed over to the medical bay, entering the room with a polite "Hello."
"Hello." Ghi responded, still lying on the table, staring at the ceiling, not moving apart from her mouth. "How can I help you?"
"Well, since we're not in mission mode, I felt it'd be a great time to get to know the crew," Tom replied, walking towards the table. "Um... are you ok?"
She was quite a long shot from the energetic person he first encountered.
"I'm fine. Just a little drained." Ghi sat up, "You're Tom right?" Her eyes had little emotion in them, but more than there had been earlier.
"Yeah, Tom Freeman. Pleased to meet you, Ghi, right?" Tom turned upon reaching the table and rested his hip against it, looking back into the hall. He crossed his arms with a small sigh.
"I hear ya. We're about to embark on some big mission, it's got to be tiring. Are you homesick?"
"Yes, Ghi. Not at all homesick actually. I'm not missing anything, I made my farewells with everyone I know, or at least know well. Nothing to miss. I'm not really tired either." Calm, of course, but her energy levels where no different.
"Ah..." Something was probably weighing on her emotions, better to approach the situation to tactfully. He cast a glance at his prone companion, absorbing her appearance.
"Nice look. I take it you're a cat lover?"
"Above all else. Cat's are a true mark of natures perfection, evolutional perfection. Perfection in general. So much better than Dogs. Stupid dogs. And so it was natural that I made my body more like there's." She shrugged.
"If I may ask without sounding intrusive," Tom replied "Why? You must get some weird looks from people. Must be tough sometimes."
"I don't care what they think. I want to be how I feel inside." Her passion was beginning to creep through.
Tom nodded, smiling. "I respect and appreciate those who choose to pursue their own dreams regardless of what people think. It's a sign of independence and strength, if not nobility. Just like a cat." He winked.
"This is true, like a cat. You must be more like a cat. Be the hunter." The voice in her head whispered. "Yes, I think so to." Her hand began to twitch almost unnoticeably, the drug wasn't working as well as it should do. She should take it more often.
"Of course, cats are quite interesting creatures. So many personalities, almost as many as humans. Some are solitary, some like company, some run around the house at odd hours in the morning, others are content to spend the day sitting in your lap. One thing that ties them all together is a sort of quiet dignity, at least that's what I've noticed."
"It is good that there is another car lover on board." Ghi said quietly, his words spoke to her, "They are the greatest creatures, better than humans." She almost whispered.
"Huh? What'd you say?"
"Nothing." She paused, "Do you have any medical condition I should know about? Medication? Allergies? Unhealthy habits?" She said calmly.
The Geshrin let out a soft laugh, sliding down the table until he caught himself against it with his elbows. "None, unless you call running away from home to live your dream an unhealthy habit. Other than that, I have an unusual love for performance and dance that can only be cured with more dance." He looked her way with a grin.
Ghi noted a possible obsession with dancing, and more importantly a nature which seemed to indicate the avoidance of responsibility. It probably wasn't important though. "So you're quite a good dancer I presume?"
"Oh yes. I've spent all my life doing it. It's my main hobby," Tom replied excitedly, hoping that perhaps the lady shared something in common "I am familiar with several kinds, even exotic dances. There's something beautiful about the body and its movements. It's a common link between us all that breaks through all language barriers."
"I personally don't dance. I'm a gymnast. Never been interested in dancing, it's conformal I suppose. Not individual. Being individual is important." She laughed, "And I'm definitely individual."
Doh... Tom slightly deflated at the response. "Gymnastics and dance go well together. If you don't enjoy the cultural aspects of it, I can guarantee that there's no better way of developing excellent cardiovascular endurance and flexibility." He turned to her, resting on his knees so that his head was on the table. "I wouldn't say dancing is conformal. Maybe in the sense of general waltzes and stuff, but how many people do you know know how to Tango or bellydance?"
"Yes. I know several strippers. They're very good at bellydancing." Ghi responded calmly.
"Well, at least give it a chance. I think you'll be surprised." New game plan time, Tom thought.
"Besides, a cat must be graceful in all her movements, correct? There's only so much that gymnastics can teach... coordination, body control, etcetera. The fluid movements of ballet or modern dance, for example, could teach so much about looking GOOD while you move. It could make the cat stand out as the majestic animal she is."
"But that cat doesn't care how it looks, it looks good anyway. It is its not caring what others think, only what it thinks, that in fact causes it to look so majestic. Fluid movements I have, a combination between me gymnastics and martial arts." She smiled, she was enjoying this, and the voice had gone for some reason.
"Ah, but then why does the cat spend so long cleaning itself? And why does she go through that trouble if she eventually ends up coughing up a hairball? It has to be more than simple hygiene." He smiled wryly in response.
"To make itself feel better about itself obviously. Do you feel better after a shower? More content in your skin?" Ironic, since she was never happy within her skin.
"Yes, but then why not have the cat just take a shower? Surely there's a better way of cleanliness than licking yourself."
Ghi stared at him. Had he actually just suggested putting a cat in a shower? If she hadn't been under the influence of Calm she'd have attacked him. "Are you saying you'd put a cat in a shower?" She said quietly and controlled, although the tension could be heard in her voice.
"Oh no no no... you're likely to get scratched to hell. I'm just curious why the cat takes such a painstakingly long way to clean itself when there are other alternatives. Could you perhaps answer that?"
"What other alternatives are there in the wild? Getting wet dampens your sense of smell, it clings in your fur, liking doesn't. Licking cleans you, and makes you feel as if you've accomplished something." She would lick-clean herself more, but she wasn't that flexible.
"Ahhhh! So getting wet to a cat is like, say, me wearing clothing in the rain. Makes perfect sense!"
"Everything about cats makes sense." She sniffed.
"Mind you, of course, that doesn't mean I'll start licking myself clean. I'll just take of my "fur" and hop into the shower."
"If you wish. I'm happy with my fur. So soft, so warm." She said happily, "Luckily I can recover from a shower with rigorous towling."
"Does it ever itch?"
"No. It's the best sensation ever." She ran her own hand over her bare arm.
"Just like the sensation I get when I've finished dancing. To each their own, I suppose, but I would absolutely love to teach you some dance if you were ever open to it."
"Sure. At some point." Gai was content currently, and was thinking about designing her own project.
Tom stood up again. "Sounds like a date." He chuckled.
"Sure. Just call on me some time. Knock though." She responded calmly.
"So, anything else on your mind? Anything you'd like to know about me? I've been rather probing in this conversation..."
"No, nothing. I'm designing something currently. All in me head." She tapped her skull.
"Awesome. Well, it's been a pleasure talking to you, Miss Ghi. If you want to talk or hang out, dance a bit or grab a drink--I've got PLENTY of those, feel free to stop by the bunks."
"Will do." Ghi lay back down on the table.
"And be sure to get some sleep! A table most certainly isn't the kind of place you want to be dozing off!" He said cheerfully as he stepped out. "Rock on!"
Ghi was quite happy on the table. And would stay there for a while, thinking.
