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[aggressor]

Yes, this is exactly the most annoying thing you could be doing. Strangers staring, I can take. Kirk's crew will completely flip.

Whatever, do what you like. Don't expect me to play nice or pull my punches. And don't try bribing me with banana pancakes, either.

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[directives]

Kirk's crew will adjust.

[ aka they'll learn to deal, because she won't put up with any of that speciesist bias from them. ]

[aggressor]

I'm not worried.

[ liar. she'd rather just be ignored. ]

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[hischair]

[ Excuse Jim where he's standing behind Kathryn, this is a little fucking weird when the Klingons are kind of the Big Bad in his day. Still, Gaila was Orion and accepted into the Academy despite enormous prejudice against her individual autonomy outside of writhing around a pole, using her brain instead.

This is one of those times that Jim blithely proves he owns more than a scrap of maturity, isn't it? Mm. ]

Lieutenant Torres, right?

[ Wait for it. Wait ... ]

[hischair]

I'm kind of shitty in the kitchen, for the record. Don't expect those pancakes off me.

[directives]

[ just one of those looks that says she knows better than to buy that, lieutenant. ]

[photonic]

Banana pancakes? You don't appear to be suffering from hypokalemia. Have you been experiencing any muscle soreness? Difficulty breathing?

[ How do you like that tricorder in your face? ]

[aggressor]

Wow, I don't even rate bad pancakes. Fortunately for me, I'm more than capable of making them myself.

[ dismissive as possible while still not completely shutting down the lines of communication. ]

[aggressor]

Doctor, if you don't get that thing out of my face it's going to wind up just like your holo-camera.

[ crushed. ]

I'm fine. For now, anyway.

[hischair]

[ !! He likes her already. ]

Isn't there something else that you'd want for breakfast, like banana ice cream? I know I can manage that.

[aggressor]

They're going to think what they think. And I'm not going to waste my time trying to change anyone's mind.

[ and at least none of them are immature enough to start calling her miss turtlehead. well, the one that is isn't that mean, anyway. ]

[aggressor]

[ ice cream for breakfast? impressive. not that she's going to admit it so easily. ]

Yes, perfect. I want nothing more than to be in a sugar-coma by 0900 hours. Besides, I can't say I'd be impressed by your skill to simply scoop frozen dairy into a bowl.

[photonic]

[ Gosh, so rude. He drops it away and smiles, cheerfully, replies with all the sarcasm due. ]

Don't worry. I'm sure your as always delightful joie de vivre will render even Kirk's crew grateful of your company. If not? Well, you're an engineer, aren't you? Build them a bridge, and instruct them to kindly get over it.

[directives]

B'Elanna.

[ ease up a little. kirk appears to be making a genuine effort, and you're the one getting off on the wrong foot. ]

[aggressor]

Maybe I will.

[ she sets her jaw, acting just as juvenile as she feels. why is she being so ridiculous to someone from her own crew now? ]

[hischair]

[ Just going to wait here for the Snow Queen to defreeze in Janeway's wake. Doot doot doooo. ]

[aggressor]

[ crossing her arms, setting her jaw; usually overly defensive body language like this is the last in the line of building up a nice solid wall.

fortunately janeway's one of the few who can knock that thing right down. it's either that, or time for b'elanna to storm off. so far, b'elanna holds her ground. ]

[hischair]

[ How does he Klingon?? The last time he encountered her species, they tried blowing several holes through him and his crew. ]

Uh. So, Captain Janeway tells me you guys synthesize — [ not replicate, because replicators don't exist for him yet (yay, old timey vernacular, have fun with it) ] — most of your food. You must be dying to eat fresh fruit and veg, right? I know a little place in the City that sells the fattest pancakes around, if you want to check it out sometime.

[photonic]

[ It's alright, he can take it. If he couldn't bounce back from the bite of B'elanna's unpredictable aggression, he wouldn't have survived for very long as the Voyager's doctor. He raises his fist at chest height, and annunciates the words: ]

May'meyDajvo' Haw'be' tlhIngan.

[ A Klingon does not run away from his battles. ]

[aggressor]

[ her eyebrow quirks because why is he still trying? what's the hook, here? ]

We ration our replicator use. I've had a little more leola root than anyone should be subjected to. [ it's hard not to play ball when you're getting a staredown from your captain. ] ...Do they use maple syrup?

[aggressor]

[ she can't help it -- b'elanna smiles wide and even proceeds to laugh rather heartily. she's not sure why, but he's just so serious and she was being such a brat. ]

I'm starting to think you'd make a better Klingon than I would.

[photonic]

[ He's always good for a laugh, even if he pulls a face for a moment that only says 'I was being serious!'. ]

I probably would. [ What is modesty? ] But the Klingons hardly have a stellar interest in medical affairs. I'd be deleted faster than you can say gagh.

[aggressor]

[ true. her foray into nursing and then foray back out of it wasn't an accident! ]

Really Doctor, I'm fine. I'm just a little tired of being stranded in different Quadrants and on different planets. I'm not sure I'm ready for a pocket universe, too.

[hischair]

[ So suspicious, B'Elanna, his heart bleeds. ]

They use raspberry and chocolate sauce, not just maple. Whatever you want. We'll have to avoid mentioning it to Bones but I'm game if you are.

[aggressor]

Maybe. If you insist.

[ just to get him to stop. but she is curious about the mention of his friend... ]

Will the doctor disapprove that badly?

[hischair]

He'll complain about stuffing ourselves with crappy food but we can always insist we had fruit, so it was at least halfway to healthy. I'm afraid he takes his stance as the CMO of both crews incredibly seriously and you'll be under his thumb too.