Is That A Melon... Or....

Posted on Wed Apr 11th, 2018 @ 1:12am by Lieutenant Selina Fenruse (*)
Edited on on Wed Apr 11th, 2018 @ 1:20am

Mission: Mission 6 - Azzia
Location: Azzia
Timeline: MD 05 11:00
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Paul wandered the streets of the Bazaar looking around as he sampled the local drinks noting their unique tastes. Most vendors if not to terribly busy will be questioned on what plants are used to brew the beverages. Regardless of their answer he praised their flavor and brewing and move on to the next. He thoroughly enjoyed the near total lack of anyone staring as this culture hasn't gotten the instinctive fear of Borg most everyone has. A huge smile was on his face as he sampled more brews. Amusingly over the time he accidentally repeated a few in his slightly inebriated state.

For the first time in his active memory...well his or Nuxon's he was happy with a large smile is on his face as he found himself swept along in the festival spirit. Which led him to crash into a feminine figure bowling her over. Luck and momentum allowed him have spun her atop him just before they landed, "*hic* Apologies for that madam. Got a bit carried away there, father said used to say Cullars were born with three left feet when it came to dancing!"

"Paul!" Selina found herself saying as she pushed off of the man with a huge smile. Of all the people to meet in the market it had to be Paul who just made her feet sad about missing Tae, Daniel, Tumiani among most of the crew of the Viking. They hadn't really had a chance to catch up but maybe this was the deities way of making that happen?

"Heeey...hang on a second, I know that I know you...alcohol is blurring my vision a bit in my normal eye. OH there we go you were on the Viking with me! Draia came to for a little while, she started even flirting with me! Then she had to go which was sad...and I'm rambling," he chuckled and then blinked and looked down. "Now this is an odd sensation, but are you holding a melon?"

"You would know me, Paul. I was the Chief Engineer on the Viking and no that isn't a melon... I am pregnant." Selina murmured as she slowly tried to detangle themselves before someone got more hurt.

Paul chuckled and helped her get to her feet, "Well then belated congratulations on your successful procreation!" He straightened himself slowly and shook his head, "That was a bit wordy. I'm sorry I haven't stopped by to say hi on the new ship. The fallout from Ferenginar has had me forgetting stuff I don't encounter often. Wait, as a sort of scientific related educated person I have to warn you away from alcohol." He started to wag a finger in her face the mothering tone he intended by the action was of course ruined by the fact his hand was a good foot to the left.

Selina smiled at his wording, it was the thought that counted to her and the man despite his problems was a sweet man. "Paul... it is fine. I am drinking non-alcoholic. My melon sized bump is a warning sign to most of the Azzians here and they fuss over me more than McManus did."

Paul tracked his attention back to her voice, "As they should! Gentlemen should fuss over a lady so that that lady will know they are appreciated. Or was that rule 84. She can touch your ears but never your Latinum. No that makes no sense..." He shook his head and smiled, "New thought! Let me buy you something to eat. I should sit down before the planets rotation speed increases any more."

"Sweetie it isn't McManus'" She said quickly thinking he had mistaken who the father of her baby was. She wasn't even sure if she would ever see Tae again thanks to Starfleet as she was restricted to contacting him and she didn't even know where he was. "But lunch sounds good." She said looping her arm through his with a grin.

Paul nodded and patted her hand, "That would be wonderful! I ignored too much going on around me until recently. I'd love to hear more about the what was the old saying whirlwind romance that led to little melon." He chuckled, "That's my nickname for him or her now. Also, thank you for fixing the spinning always knew you were clever."

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Selina Fenruse
Engineer
SS Mary Rose

Paul Cullars
Hydroponics Operator
SS Mary Rose

 

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