EXETERRPG: (1 - 0255) BMU Manager Trixie Bell

[Mark Howard]

Mission: Andromeda's Chain



Day: 1



Stardate: 2446.01.03





(USS Exeter - Nine and Dine - Trixie Bell - 0255)





Trixie watched Caity’s angry reaction, and readjusted her thought, probing
with her empathic abilities, entranced by the mental flavour of the girl in
front of her.





“Okay, two things. Firstly, Ailynn wouldn’t seize command without an
exceptionally good reason. Secondly, just who do you think you are?”





“Hey...look…” she began.







“No, you come into my bar and you spout a lot of nonsense about a situation
you know nothing about and talk to me like that?”







“Calm down sweet cheeks, say what you see, that’s my motto. And you are all
kinds of liquorice, pine cones and regret, I’m a friend.” she gently pushed
herself forward, an air of understanding…”







“I did what i did… I watched the woman i love die because of a decision i
made, was pushed into… How dare you sit there and judge me!”







“Cay...I’m sorry okay...I...Look I was given some information...I thought
that…” Trixie carefully smelt her way through the conversation. She always
said that she was a weak empath but that was a lie, she was actually very
strong, but she was unable to express it as a ‘normal’ Betazoid. There was
a condition, amongst Terrans, where one could smell colours, and taste
sounds; Trixie had both of these, but with her brains ears on top of her
head’s







“You have absolutely no idea what happened, what i went through and whoever
saw that trial is wrong. Not only for talking about it so openly but for
talking about it to you.” Caity put her head in her hands as the image of
Ailynn choking infront of her flashed into her mind. She knew that she was
shaking and tears were coming but she had reached the point of being past
caring.







“Caity…” she pitched her voice in tune with her influx of flavours from the
room. “Look. I’m sorry; I came on strong, and I misjudged, I apologise.”
She motioned about the place.

“”This isn’t the place for either of us, even in your sext PJ’s” she winked
in an open gesture of fun. “Want some privacy, in the lower decks away from
it all? She carefully smiled in a gentle, friendly manner, patting the back
of Caity’s hand, then  lifting a curl of her hair.

“Now I know that isn’t dyed, but what colour would you call that?”

(Reply Dubois)

“Of course. Silly me. Look...The FO’s you girl yeah? Do you think she’d
approve if you were here alone like this? You want to hole up at mine while
things settle?”

(Reply Dubois)

(Posted by Mark)
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