eleventh translation // action

[lt_linguist]

[It's a nice day. The air is warm, the sun is out, and one Lieutenant Uhura is out with it, in full force. She's eschewed her winter uniform for one better suited to warm weather - that's right, she's back in her Starfleet-issue miniskirt, hips swaying, ponytail swinging, black boots crunching on the ground as she walks purposefully from the house

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[lt_linguist]

[Uhura raises an eyebrow.]

Nothing, as far as I know. Aside from it being a nice day.

[lt_linguist]

[Little laugh.] I'm a regular one-woman chorus line. I sing a lot. [Like, basically all the time. It's practically a subconscious thing.]

[lt_linguist]

[This is Uhura, singing a traditional Swahili lullaby.]

[lt_linguist]

[Another laugh.]

I grew up with music. My mother is a singer. Their house is full of music, all the time.

[lt_linguist]

Formally? Some. [Uhura is far too confident in herself to rise to any bait today.]

[lt_linguist]

[Shrug.]

Some classical, some traditional African, some modern.

[lt_linguist]

Twenty-third century.

[lt_linguist]

[Smile.]

Oldies, electronic, club music? Of course. I just don't like it as much.