Star Trek: Starbase 777

Guess what? Those incredibly chill folks who ran the bar also had a hot tub nearby, because of course they did. It was dug into the sand enough to be unobtrusive but the edges were raised so that the sand wouldn't come cascading into the water. The water bubbled gently and was a pleasant temperature, warmed by the sun but adjustable for whoever was using it. It was large too - enough for ten-odd people in a circle. Maybe even more if you didn't need to be five feet apart because you're not gay.

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Korozysh didn't mind taking a dunk in the hot tub one bit. The whole wet feet in the sand thing was not her vibe, hanging out on the boardwalk was much more her speed. She chucked her pants, jacket and other things in the locker and hopped in with some trunks on. And her jewelry, of course.

After walking around the beach for some time, sipping on cocktails in coconut shell, Ngozi found herself wanting to enter the water. She had dipped her toes in the ocean, but it was slightly colder than the waters on Risa and that meant it was far too cold for Ngozi. She had left cold showers, ice baths, and anything not warm back on the gridiron field. She approached the hot tub and removed her sandals and the “Bastion Bats” shirt she was wearing before entering. She had yet another fruity drink in her and and her massive ring caught the artificial light as she lowered herself into the water. Unfortunately, it shined right into Korozysh’s eyes. Ngozi’s eyes widened as she noticed and quickly moved so the light would stop catching. “I’m sorry about that, did I hurt you?” She asked, genuinely concerned and feeling out empathetically for her tub mate’s reaction.

Korozysh leaned back, letting her feet dangle out as the bubbles grazed them. She'd turned the heat all the way up. It was awful for her skin, but damn if she didn't want her tub scalding hot. She twitched as she saw someone approach--a woman with colorful hair and a drink. She only just got to see before she got flashed in the eye by the gemstone on her ring. Korozysh flung her hands to her face, swatting feebily at her own eyes. "Whoa, whoa!" She hollered. Ngozi lowered her ring with an apology, which Korozysh sheepishly met with her arms returning to the water, coolly. "Eheh, it's fine." She settled on telling the human.

“I really am sorry, I swear it never did that on Risa, it must have caught the lighting in the holodeck oddly.” Ngozi said, able to tell that the woman she had nearly blinded wasn’t fully being honest when she said that it was fine. Ngozi set down her drink in the sand and twisted the ring so that it would be face inward on her hand instead of outward, and wouldn’t shine at anybody else. Then she retrieved her drink and took another sip. “I’m Ngozi Trerud, by the way. It’s nice to meet you.”

"Nice. Cool to meet ya, girl. I'm Korozysh." She told her. She was itching to talk about her band. Wanted a chance to bring up her band. Casually mention her band. "Love your hair." Korozysh complimented Ngozi, pointing at the colorful, intertwining pink and blue streaks of hair.

“Thank you, I like yours too!” She had always been quite fond of a Mohawk, one of her partners partners had being wearing the style for decades. Ngozi ran a finger though her own braids as to reajust them. Through her inherent empathy Ngozi could tell that Korozysh wanted to mention something, but to know what exactly that thing was required a deeper read into her mind, something Ngozi would not do without permission and struggle with even if she had the permission. Still, she wanted to talk about something, so Ngozi would try to ask. “Have you been enjoying the party?” She was unsure if that was the right prompt, but it was better than nothing.

Predictably, Korozysh took the opportunity of being asked about herself to bring up her band. "Aw, yeah. 's great, but I'm really waiting for later tonight. My band and I are doing a show over on the stage." She leaned over to one side, inching closer to Ngozi. "You totally should come."

So that was what Korozysh wanted to talk about, she was in a band! Ngozi smiled and moved slightly closer to the woman in return so they could more easily converse. “That’s so cool! What genre of music?” She had a guess, but she knew not to assume anything.

"Death metal punk." She smiled wide. "You totally gotta hear us."

Some variation of what she expected, Ngozi was pleased. “I will, I don’t think I’ve ever heard true “Death Metal Punk.””

Korozysh leaned forward, excited to grace Ngozi's ears with the epic salespitch for her band. "Ah, well we're like pioneerin' a new sound. Sorta trying to lean into Human-Klingon-Chalnoth mix styles. Heavy licks, deep throat scratching, stuff like that."

Ngozi considered the pitch, human ok she kinda knew that, but she was more familiar with Nigerian music, Klingon, she had much more limited experience with, and she had no frame of reference for Chalnoth music. “Sounds interesting!” She said chipperly, though the music did not feel like her exact vibe, her curiosity was piqued.

@Misty