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

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Ah. I am Pavel Chekov.

[After consulting the remains of his drink for his new companion's name to no avail, he adds:]

And you?

[She doesn't even stare into his drink out of curiosity, but simply waits in patient and still silence until Chekov asks another question.]

Yin.

It is good to meet you, Yin.

Have I done something to bother you?

[She doesn't return the usual, polite greeting. It's unnecessary. However, her expression might look a shade confused versus simply emotionless.]

No.

Good, thank you. I thought that-- [He doesn't know what he thought, so he shrugs.] Nothing important.

It was important enough you thanked me.

[Yep. Still confused. Not that her expression looks terribly different from five minutes ago. And Chekov might not know it, but any of her teammates might be surprised at her point, that she even said it at all, and that she observed it. Maybe she's actually trying to make a conversation. For once. Maybe.]

For not being bothered by me. The way that you were looking--I thought I had done something wrong.

[He smiles self-consciously, embarrassed for even noticing that she had been lurking.]

Also, I should thank you for coming to this party.

You did not. [That's just how she always looks. She's not going to admit she was spying on him purposefully, either. At least not to him. She looks at him directly. That is worth being thanked for as well?]

I came with Pai.

[Yin's expression is unsettlingly blank. That isn't too surprising, given their location. Pavel files this away as a curiosity and forcibly maintains a small, agreeable smile.]

I know Pai, as well as her brother. A friend of theirs is mine, as well.

[Ah ha. Ha. He means it; he also knows that there's a chance that any mutual friend of theirs is a remorseless killer. It takes all sorts.]

[Friends? Yin remains silent, her expression never wavers as she considers this. She is part of Hei's team. They're partners, and Pai is his sister, but friends?]

[He wonder if this might be a sign that she's not interested in being friends. Just in case:]

Or not. Being friends is not necessary, if you would prefer not to be.

I have no preference against it.

[She's just not used to friends, and - at least she shouldn't have - has no preference for them.]

Pai and her brother seem to have no preference most of the time, either. Are you from the same world? Maybe everyone there has no preference for or against friends.

[He doesn't expect real answers out of Yin, especially if she is from the same world. Still, it's banter, and as long as he's amusing himself without making her want to kill him, it's a good conversation.]

Yes. [While she's less communicative than Hei, she's at least more honest, in her own way, and is incapable of avoiding a conversation. Chekov will get, at least, some answers.]

Some have preferences.

Ah. From what I have heard, it sounds like a difficult world.

[If anything, Yin's limited answers are only making him more curious. At least she doesn't act like she'll kill him if he pushes too far (unlike some assassins he could name).]

But you do not. Would you tell me if you disliked my company?

[There's no remark to their world being difficult. It is what it is, to her. However, she has an answer for his question.]

I'm incapable of disliking your company. But if asked, yes.

I am not so charming that it's impossible to dislike me.

[The initial teasing turns back into seriousness. He doesn't fully understand the perimeters in which Yin functions yet.]

Why are you incapable of disliking things?

I'm not supposed to feel like or dislike.

[She can't reassure Chekov that, in fact, he's so nice it would be hard to dislike him. And as for her feelings, Yin doesn't know him yet, anyway.]

Yes, okay, but are you capable of feeling these things? There is a difference between not being able and not being allowed.

I wasn't.

That's changed.

How?

I don't know. [She says solemnly, eyes studying the ground; they've been mostly lidded and lowered the entire conversation, they might seem lower.]

[This is strange and, for a brief instant, Chekov doesn't know what to say. He gets over it quickly.]

Should you find yourself capable of feeling dislike for me, I hope that you will please express it so that I may act accordingly.

[Something she can do.]

I will. [But for now, she remains unaffected.]

Thank you.

[It's a very cordial exchange. Chekov falls silent, returning to his thoughts. Yin's presence doesn't bother him; she's welcome to stay until something more exciting presents itself.]

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