Star Trek: Starbase 777 - ens-jetta﹢ens-zh’taalliss

[D] Even after unpacking most of what she'd brought, you wouldn't be wrong to call Jetta's half of the shared quarters utilitarian. The only personal affect aside from Starfleet Standard Everything seemed to be an old plaid blanket folded neatly at the foot of her bunk. It seemed Jetta had other priorities, namely scowling down at a collection of dataPADDs on her desk, dossier-this and communiqué-that. At the very least, she'd unzipped her uniform jacket and let her hair down from its usual bun, instead tied back in a more relaxed ponytail. (edited)

[D] As if to break the serene silence, the door to the quarters slid open with a smooth and clean "pshhht". Low and behold, Volkswagen Jetta's roommate, stood in the doorway. She was pointing to someone in the hallway, finger guns. "Can't wait for that party. I'll see you there!" She called before stepping into the quarters, the doors sliding closed behind her. Running an almost delicate hand through her silver hair she began to slowly walk to her side of the room. Her side of the room seemed a stark contrast to Jetta's side. Filled with trinkets and trophies, miniature Starfleet shuttlecraft, souvenirs from the starbase she grew up on. Well decorated and a little disorganised if anything. The pilot looked over to her roommate, completely oblivious to her when she had initially entered the room. "I was wondering when I'd get a new roommate." Avril sauntered up to her roommate and stuck out her hand, offering it to shake. Though soon after deciding to just pull up another chair and sit down on it like the captain of the Titan himself. She swung her leg around and plopped down, trying to get a gander at who her roommate really was.

Jetta had been so focused on her reading, she jumped just a little bit in her seat at the unexpected entry. Right, shared quarters again. She wasn't looking forward to the process of getting used to living with a brand new person-- especially one who already seemed quite different --but resolved to keep an open mind. Maybe they'd get along. Maybe she'd even be able to relax around them. For now, Jetta quickly regathered her composure, putting on a smile. "Yep, that's me." Jetta turned and accepted the handshake. Quick read so far: Andorian, tall. She seemed confident. Social. Trinkets, soccer (judging by the trophies), and a particular starbase. And now pulling up a chair? Yeah...work might have to wait a few minutes, she decided. "Volkswagen Jetta, just transferred here."

"Avril Zh'taalliss. Friends call me Tally. I've been here a while." A beat of silence, Avril fussed with her hair again. It was in a pony tail but she left just enough so it was a little poofy up the top. Her pale blue fingers delicately making sure it didn't sit in one place for long. "Are you going to the party? I heard there's one on the holodeck. I'll need a plus one and.. well, lower deckers stick together am I right?" Despite the fact that they weren't on a ship exactly, so lower decker was a redundant term at least, but her sincerity was there. An olive branch for them to stick together and be command buddies. After fussing with her hair, she rested her hands on the desk and tapped a rhythm into the material. Waiting for a response from the other person, her eyebrows raised, if they had been raised any higher in anticipation they might have flown off of her face.

"Nice to meet you, Tally." She offered a curt nod, then offered back, "Most people just call me Jetta." It was hard not to notice as Avril continued to fidget with her hair. Jetta didn't need to be an empath to feel the energy that seemed to buzz right off of her. She was getting the sense that her roommate wasn't the type to sit still for very long. "Oh, shit, right. That party." Jetta had almost forgotten. She hesitated, glancing back at her PADDs with a grimace... In all honestly, she'd planned to stay in and finish reading up on a recent series of talks between ambassadors, and had half a mind to turn the offer down. Jetta couldn't help the skeptical look on her face as Tally pressed forward, just about staring her down with sheer anticipation as the restless blue hands shifted to her desk. Forward, but at least friendly. Despite herself, the lack of decorum put her at ease. Jetta stared right back, appearing unphased. She took a stubborn sort of joy in taking her time answering; a long, contemplative breath punctuated by a "hmmmm". "Alright. I guess it couldn't hurt to check it out." Certainly couldn't hurt her standing with her roommate either, or her other colleagues. As much as she wanted to focus on work, accepting this olive branch was more important. Jetta got to her feet and began to zip her uniform jacket back up.

Avril clicked her fingers and pointed a finger gun at Jetta before standing up. "Now you're cooking with dilithium. I have to go put my outfit on. I'll be just a second. The parties probably started already." Like she wasn't there before she disappeared into her room for a minute or two. As much as she was confident and a little disorganised, she was certainly a quick change actress. Appearing not long after she had gone away, in the doorway of her room, in what could only be construed as casual party attire. A sports jacket, button up shirt, dress pants and boots. The top button was undone because she wasn't going anywhere formal. All she really needed was a set of keys on a carabiner and the set would be complete. "It was this or crocs." Another best of silence. Avril looked at the fact that Jetta might just go in uniform. "You ready? I'd hate to be more than fashionably late." Avril moved around the shared quarters, moving the chair she had moved prior and putting it back on her side of the quarters.

The finger guns were met with a deadpan look from Jetta. And the revelation, mid-zippering, that an outfit other than her uniform might be needed for this. A suspicion shortly confirmed when Avril appeared, dressed very much not in uniform. She looked relaxed, stylish. To be honest, Jetta didn't know if crocs were supposed to be good or bad in comparison, so she just shrugged and nodded. "Looks good to me." And then there was Jetta, still in uniform. She met the silence with a knowing sigh, re-unzipping her jacket in defeat. "Yeah, uh, I'm just now getting that this probably isn't really a 'Starfleet uniform' kind of party, is it? Just a minute." Jetta emerged from her room seconds later in a simple navy tank and khaki slacks, the tops of her prosthetics now in clear view. The outfit itself was about as basic and utilitarian as the rest of her quarters, but it was functional, and it was less formal than her uniform, and it was what she had. She was still pinning her combadge to her shirt as she rounded the door. There was no getting out of this now, she thought, so she may as well embrace it. "Ready when you are."

"You could wear your uniform. I just have a sneaking suspicion that not many people will be in uniform." Avril waited, though surprised she didn't have to wait very long for Jetta come out in party gear. As much as Avril thought it was a little boring, she couldn't help but like it a little because sometimes boring was just as cool as being regular cool. "You look great. Ready to carpe the diem?" Avril nudged the other with her elbow and smirked, waiting a sec before putting an arm around her shoulder and starting toward the door. "Chin up, Jett. You might get me in trouble." Avril laughed heartily.

"Ready as I'll ever be." Jetta's resigned tone and thin smile suggested otherwise, but the chuckle that followed proved there was no real venom in it. She went along easily enough as Avril led them out and towards the party. "Hey. I'm going, but I make no promises about my chin."