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allmhadadh

Nature and Nurture - [Risa, Sunrises]

Aug 10, 2009 13:31

It wasn't particularly pleasant to spend your first moments of the morning worshipping a toilet.

It was even less pleasant when you knew that you wouldn't even be able to stomach a proper cup of coffee, and still had to go to work.

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risa, new!scotty, cadet!scott

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amplenacelles August 11 2009, 03:26:29 UTC

Risa was a beautiful planet and the ground had a kind of pull to it that artificial modulators could never quite grasp, but Scotty still felt like he was on the ship. That mild sensation of falling, of prolonged instability, followed him even as he left the transporter site and started down the boardwalk. Ship's time had marked it somewhere in the Delta, the ground on this coast was in the very young hours of the morning. Mist still clung to the tropical waters and the humidity was heavy and warm in the new light-it was a strange combination of heat and cool and Scotty shuddered just the once as he was walking ( ... )

allmhadadh August 11 2009, 03:39:07 UTC

Doing the sort of illegal work bit was decent, if not a bit tougher today than it had been yesterday; he figured to work a morning shift, then go sleep off whatever he had caught. In the meantime, though, the recreational fishermen were probably some of the most amenable, if not rushed, customers he'd had so far ( ... )

amplenacelles August 11 2009, 03:52:26 UTC

"I dunnae ken why ye' keep callin' me tha'," Scotty said before he'd really thought it over. The other options were no less disturbing, really. Scotty didn't look up at the lad, just sat and watched the distant swell of the alien waters--the tides pulled them in a fashion he'd never seen, but it wasn't particularly odd.

"Risa's a nice place," Scotty announced conversationally. "Solid." He wasn't sure why he felt the need to add it, but he had. Idly, he turned in place and looked up at the kid--he looked like hell and Scotty's eyebrows went up just slightly. He didn't say anything about it.

allmhadadh August 11 2009, 03:57:47 UTC

He was a bit taken aback by the first part, and opened his mouth to reply before Scotty there went and added the other part. And at that, he put a half-laugh of a breath through his nose, an immediately recognizable sound of air alone.

"Sir? I... suppose because it's polite." Honestly, he was a bit bemused at the notion he'd go calling this older man anything else. Then he looked up, not quite into the sun, eyes narrowed against the light. "I dinna think I've ever been in tropics like this before now. Bit warm fer my tastes, but nae bad. The water's nice."

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amplenacelles August 11 2009, 06:53:03 UTC

Scotty screwed up his face and rolled his eyes as he started walking. "Och, lad!" Scotty announced cheerfully, "We're on Riza'. A man can' git anythin' 'ere."

If the planet noticed his taunt, it was far to inanimate to do anything about it.

The sun was shinning down brightly and Scotty was regretting his choice in clothing by the time they'd made it back to the main boulevard. The candy colored buildings stretched on fairly indefinitely and Scotty eyed them with the distaste only a pale white man trapped in heavy sunlight could manage. The first little dozy looking cafe (well, with Standard on the sign) was, therefore, the ideal location to share a cup of tea. Whether or not they actually carried the stuff was a moot point, it would have to be replicated no matter where they went, but it was the closest and that made all the difference.

allmhadadh August 11 2009, 07:01:06 UTC

He was feeling some warmer, though admittedly a little dizzier as well; he was also smart enough not to go pushing himself to passing out. At least, not unless there was a really damn good reason for it, and this wasn't it; he kept his pace reasonable.

He eyed the architecture as well -- preferred the docks, far and away -- but he was along for the walk. The cafe looked decent, and he picked a seat well to the back, as far as he could get away from the other people drifting in and out, once they picked up and paid for tea at the bar.

Well, at least the smell didn't send his stomach into revolt -- crisp and clean and light. He closed his eyes, holding the mug two-handed and near his chest, breathing the steam for a moment. Still going over how he wanted to respond to what the other Scotty had said. He didn't want to... there was little to be gained from any thoughtless answers. He wasn't even sure if there was something to gain from a thoughtful one, but he was sure that this man deserved it; one good turn for another.

amplenacelles August 11 2009, 07:10:00 UTC

Scotty slid into the seat opposite the young Scott and took a long drink off his tea, momentarily unaware of it's extreme temperature. As he pulled the glass away and swallowed, moderately painfully, he made a tight face.

"Who programs these thing's ta' be hot as' tha' sun?" Scotty muttered as he took a deep breath through his teeth. Even though he'd been burned, the flavor of the tea still managed to make him feel better.

Idly, he watched as the Cafe slowly filled--junior officers from the Science Department, several Command track gold-shirts, a couple of Communications Officers, a Yeoman with an alien who's species he didn't recognize. Apparently this was the fleet building of choice.

"Must be tha' standard," Scotty commented quietly, to himself, as he took a sip of his considerably cooler tea.

allmhadadh August 11 2009, 07:21:18 UTC

"It's nae so much keepin' ship with ye." Right out of nowhere. Social, casual conversation was a fine art, and this particular variation of Montgomery Edward Scott had never been good at it. "It's... that formula, aye? Handed t' ye, but it dinna do anythin' except cheat ye o' somethin' good, somethin' that ye shoulda had the right t' earn yerself. Ye dinna ask t' have it dropped on ye. An' for all the good it might o' done, ye have t' live with the consequences of it.

"An' I dinna ken who ye were, until..." He paused, obviously frustrated that even all the careful thought he'd put into this wasn't making it easier for him to explain. "...until I'd already decided that I dinna want t' just... just be that. Nae the only reason, mind. But whatever ye've got in yer head sayin' that it's just because ye exist, that's nae it ( ... )

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Cont. from above... allmhadadh August 11 2009, 20:29:37 UTC

"They did. I... did a wee bit o' tweakin', though." He wasn't above guerrilla warfare if necessary; if it was pointed out just how much destruction he could have caused, he probably would duly file that away in case he ever needed it. Not that he'd use it for fun or anything of the sort, but he tended to like remembering things pertinent to staying alive and autonomous. "Nae enough, unfortunately. But I managed t' create a booby trap, I guess ye could say; really primitive stuff. Trip wire, phasers lined up o'er the door we were hidin' behind. An' a dead man's switch. I used our last functionin' tricorder, when it was clear we were locked in, an' wired it to my phaser ( ... )

Re: Cont. from above... amplenacelles August 11 2009, 21:21:55 UTC

"Aye," Scotty answered and inclined his head. "But, I wouldnae try tha' PADD thing again, lad, lucky ye' didnae hurt more than' lights ( ... )

Re: Cont. from above... allmhadadh August 11 2009, 21:29:59 UTC

He listened, not quite realizing that he was grinning more and more as the story went on, and by the end was practically beaming. Because, well, pulling something like that's just a thrill, even just in listening; he wished he would have thought of it himself. "An' th' looks on their faces?" He wanted to know. Almost had to.

Re: Cont. from above... amplenacelles August 11 2009, 21:50:24 UTC

"Well they were mad a' first," Scotty said thoughtfully, "But when I went tae' flip tha' switch they all scattered an panicked."

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