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When: 19th
Rating: TBC
Characters: You!
Summary: A shindig at the beach for the best navigator in Starfleet.
Log: 

[ OOC: Feel free to assume your character has received an invite to the party via their inbox or word of mouth for Chekov's birthday! Everyone is welcome except you, Khan and presents are mandatory for the Enterprise's young navigator. Please tag under either section to keep the party somewhat ordered, and have fun! ]

Comments

[affectioning]

[ Oh. Hey. It's you. He looks down at the meat on his plate. ] Are you hungry?

[anatural]

[What a silly question! She is a canine and you have a plate full of meat. Of course she's hungry!

She pants a little, looking more pathetic than is actually warranted.]

[affectioning]

[ Setting his plate down, he picks up -- wait ] What do you eat? [ He doesn't know polar bear dogs... He doesn't have any dog food ]

[anatural]

[Naga will gladly take the meat on your plate, friendly human-not-human. In fact, she hopes you weren't attached to your plate, because she's moving her head to eat right off of it.]

[affectioning]

Oh. [ He hadn't met to - can he stop her? Should he? Can she get sick? ] Guess you are hungry.

[anatural]

[Well of course -- she's a dog! She finishes off the plate and gives him a sloppy lick of thanks on his cheek.]