Lt. Commander Mirra Ezo - How is this edible? (Blackwell)

[+ Rune Jolara]

((Diplomatic suite - Two hours after the briefing))

::Mirra had gone directly to the diplomatic suite, which consisted of several conference rooms, that happily doubled as dining rooms, and a very large sitting area. The walls were painted in warm, neutral tones. A bit of a change from the stark clinical set ups she was used to. Along with her research into the art of diplomacy, she also found a handy guide to menu suggestions...although the way it was written, she greatly hoped it wasn't outdated.

"When hosting a bevy Klingon warriors for dinner, one paramount suggestion is to skip the doilies and fine china, these dainty decorations just won't do for the proud race of ridge heads-

oO Wait...By the Gods...this says actually says ridgeheads...who wrote this?! Oo

::Skipping ahead::

"Consider the delectably distinguished dishes of the Gagh variety-

"First up, you have the Bithool gagh, which have feet. Pungent and sure to give a kick."

oO....There is more than one kind of Gagh...? Gods protect me...Oo

"Followed closely by Filden gagh, which is squirmy and savory. Next, Meshta gagh, a grand party pleaser as this variety jumps around, often engaging the entire table to catch the dinner.-

oO By the Four...it...jumps?! No. Not that one. Ever. Oo

"The more common Torgud gagh variety just offers a pleasant wiggle, less likely to escape, and finally Wistan gagh, which has been marinating and packed in targ blood.

oO That's it. I'm going to vomit. And make Theo handle the dinner...Oo.

"If Gagh isn't your fancy, consider the savory and delicious Heart of Targ. A simple dish consisting of a fresh Targ heart resting on a bed of wilted greens." 

oO I can't do this. Oo

::She was moments away from finding the closest lavatory and swearing to never eat anything ever again when the familiar voice of Lt. Commander Shayne came across asking for her presence on the bridge.::

Ezo: ::slightly green:: Oh Shayne I could kiss you right now...

::Mirra set down the PADD, gingerly and backing away slowly if somehow these Klingon dishes would pop out of the screen and chase after her. With a final shudder, she exited the Diplomacy suite with only a small amount of relieved haste.::

((Bridge - Deck 1 - USS Blackwell))
((Moments later)) 

::Mirra stepped onto the bridge, feeling a little less nauseated, and seemingly just in time.:: 

Whittaker: Very well then, let's not keep them waiting much longer. ::he moved to the rear of the bridge and stopped just as the turbolift doors opened, admitting Lieutenant Commander Ezo.:: Ah, Mirra- turns out you're going to be needed in the transporter room with me. Commander Shayne: have Counsellor Jolara meet us there- and you have the bridge.

::Shaking off the menu induced horror, she steeled herself and gave a confident nod::

Ezo: Of course Sir. 

Shayne: Aye, sir- I have the bridge.

Whittaker: ::to Shayne again.:: We're about forty minutes from P-409 Sigma if I'm not mistaken. Begin our long range scans. ::to Pandorn.:: Mr. Pandorn- you can assist him but be ready to act in case our friends out there- ::he motioned to the image of the gik'tal on the viewscreen.:: -decide to liven up the party.

Shayne: Very good, sir.

Pandorn: Will do, sir. ::He starts to tap his console.::

::Whittaker than refocused.::

Whittaker: Ensign Mandak, find Commander Thoran and see if you can assist with the security arrangements.

Mandak: Response ?

::A few moments later, in the corridor, away from the bridge Mirra latched onto Theo's arm and looked at him with horror::

Ezo: We have to have Dr. G'Renn give us something to suppress our gag reflexes or we're going to...::grimacing::...dishonor all over ourselves with this dinner...

Whittaker: Response?

Ezo: ::fighting a gag at the memory:: I don't care if she thinks less of me. I won't make Theo, I absolutely won't. Otherwise, my first act as a diplomatic officer is going to offend a large group of Klingon officers before the main course. ::her eyes widened:: Is their entire diet based on one elaborate dare?!?

Whittaker: Response?

Ezo: ::scowling:: This is not funny Theo Whittaker! ::Alright, so it was a little funny. A snicker escaped as she fought for composure::

Whittaker: Response? 

Ezo: ::smirking:: Hey, you hired me. I'm just trying not to shame you in a public forum. ::the transporter room lay just ahead. The earlier jovial attitude muted as they approached the doors.:: Time to greet our guests.

Whittaker/Jolara (if present) : Response? 

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Lt. Commander Mirra Ezo, MD
Diplomatic Officer 
USS Blackwell 
C239205ME0