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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Oct 28, 2009 9:52:08 GMT -5
The room was small... for her at least, and the lights were always dim when she turned them on, a variety of small plants that she watered littered tables and shelves, even the nightstand by her larger than average bed. On the far end of her room away from the door was her personal locker, where she kept her equipment and small inventions. The window that gave view into space was always covered, she didn't want to see the nothingness, although a warm blue glow flowed into the ship from the slip-stream on their long journey. She had two computers, her personal one, and another tied directly into sick-bay, a personal replicator to appease her desire to be away from the large crowds in the mess-hall and support her habits of work.
She found herself wearing a see-through dark green night gown with intricate patterns sewed all over the silky fabric, open and flowing all the way down to her ankles over top of the clothes she wore underneath her uniform when she was in it... considering them descent enough to go to the holo-deck and back in when off-duty, however bland they seemed. She happened to be drinking flavored water, watering her own plants with normal water...
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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Nov 4, 2009 1:41:01 GMT -5
incense lit the room as she lay quietly in her bed, staring at the ceiling, more than 10 sticks of incense slowly burning away... scattered around the room like little fires in the darkness of the un-lit room, the only sources of light being the red hot wood and the soft glow of her half-closed eyes, in her favorite night-gown... though her undergarments had taken a far more feminine appearance due to recent events, still appropriate to walk around in. Her armor discarded across the carpeted floor, instead of neatly tucked away in the opened locker.
Anyone walking past her door would smell the strong, delicate scent of Violets.
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Post by Lt. Hikari Makoto on Nov 4, 2009 1:48:05 GMT -5
The Lieutenant walked up to the quarters door of Dr. Nomonor, and slowly rang the chime. She patted down her uniform a bit as she awaited a response, noticing the smell of violets in the air...
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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Nov 4, 2009 1:56:49 GMT -5
She sat up, closing up her gown as she stroked through her silvery platinum fur as she gazed at the door,
"Enter." She speaks, loud enough for her to rasp slightly with her soft voice as the room brightens up to a very dim version, close to the same thing, but not the light-less room it was before.
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Post by Lt. Hikari Makoto on Nov 4, 2009 12:16:23 GMT -5
She stepped inside, adjusting to the dim light, and looking around for a moment before finally seeing the Dr. "Hey there." she said.
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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Nov 4, 2009 12:24:19 GMT -5
She crossed her legs, leaning back on her hands as she smiled some,
"Lieutenant?" she asked in a quiet tone, the lighting in the room brightening a bit more as even this small amount of light made a sheen across her neat, well groomed fur.
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Post by Lt. Hikari Makoto on Nov 4, 2009 12:26:24 GMT -5
"That would be me. I just came by for what you may find reference to in the computer as a social call. Think of it as a human thing. Mind if I sit?" she said, noticing the sheen across the fur, "Well, a good sense of hygiene and cleanliness are good places to start." she thought.
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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Nov 4, 2009 12:32:43 GMT -5
Faith simply replied with a nod,
"Pick anyplace you like, or find comfortable then miss." her tail flicking to one side, Her long green hair had been braided, to keep it organized and neat, though, it was allowed to flow long down her back.
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Post by Lt. Hikari Makoto on Nov 4, 2009 12:38:21 GMT -5
"Thank you." she said, sitting down in one of the chairs nearby. "So, this smell is pretty nice, do you find it the same, or does it hold some other significance to you?"
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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Nov 4, 2009 12:43:11 GMT -5
She makes a rather.. unique, soft Rrrll sound in her throat as she leans back more,
"Both." she gives, ears perking softly at the question as she trains her eyes on that of Makoto's with a soft smile.
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Post by Lt. Hikari Makoto on Nov 4, 2009 12:51:33 GMT -5
"I see. Well you certainly have good taste then, Faith." she said with a smile. "Is there anything in particular that you like to do?"
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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Nov 4, 2009 12:53:57 GMT -5
Her response would come with a quizzical look as she tilted her head to the side, pondering a response to the question,
"I don't know, i like Happy people, living things... but i heal others and train a lot." she responds in a softer ,less focused tone, allowing for the occasional rasp... she was getting better at speaking.
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Post by Lt. Hikari Makoto on Nov 4, 2009 14:44:26 GMT -5
She nodded her head with a smile, "That's good to hear. So you prefer not to harm others unless you have no other choice in the matter." she said.
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Post by Doctor Faith Nomonor on Nov 4, 2009 14:49:17 GMT -5
She frowned at the question, laying on her side slowly,
"Survival doesn't always mean playing by a code of honor, or by being brave. I am entrusted with the lives of many marines, i can't keep them all save all the time. It is a difficult question to answer, but no, i would rather not take life away when i would prefer to give it." she responded, her shifted position covering her eyes with some of her long silky hair, one arm outstretched and another holding her stomach over her belly-button with her legs half on the floor and half off.
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Post by Lt. Hikari Makoto on Nov 4, 2009 16:01:07 GMT -5
She watched the Dr. shift her body position to something more comfortable, and Makoto nodded as well to the answer that she had been given, leaning back in her chair and putting her right leg over her left knee. "That's a good way to be." she said finally, and looked around. "Can you find things better when they aren't in their place? or is this just personal preference?" she asked, indicating the armor on the floor.
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