Stony Silence

Posted on Sun Nov 6th, 2016 @ 7:14am by Lieutenant Commander Selune
Edited on on Sun Nov 6th, 2016 @ 7:20am

0 words; about a 1 minute read

Mission: Taking Chances
Location: USS Bonne Chance, Deck 5, Lt. JG Selune's quarters
Timeline: 2265

It was staring at her.

She tried staring back but it didn't seem to help. It just put them both on edge. Wait. Can rocks feel edgy? Maybe if it was on the edge of something... better question... can rocks feel? The small rock on Selune's desk didn't seem to have any input, or for that matter eyes.

Rolling onto her back and rubbing her eyes Selune wondered if it was simply a sign that she shouldn't me sitting still. A quick glance across the room confirmed that the eyeless and indeed almost perfectly egg-shaped rock was still staring directly at her.

Ok. Maybe it was just all in her head. Rocks, especially those without eyes or any other organs, cannot 'stare'. You're being unreasonably paranoid about a rock you've had for years her mind cheerfully informed her.

So? Isn't it my rock? I'm allowed to be paranoid about my own rock right!? Her retort felt somewhat lacking. It probably had something to do with arguing with herself.

"I'm not crazy," she muttered to no one in particular before casing a suspiciously furtive glance around the room, "Also, you're evil and I'm keeping my eye on you," she flatly stated at the offensive rock.

Admittedly the rock had done nothing wrong but that wasn't her fault, after all neither had she. Following her chat with Chary, Selune had retreated to her new quarters and begun to spread about her sparse possessions while trying to tackle the problem of socialising with the alien crew she was surrounded by.

With a bit of effort and simply living with them for several years she had picked up how to read a great deal of human cues, although she still got caught out with irritating frequency, however she still found herself in a sea of people who simply didn't read her like she was used to at home.

There were a number of things that crossed over, for example bursting into tears in someones arms tended to be viewed the same way. That thought did raise a small giggle as she thought back to Chary's expression. But almost all the natural cues of her race seemed to pass completely unseen by the other races she had encountered.

It was like walking up to someone, smiling broadly and offering a hand to have them stare blankly at you then walk off like you weren't even there. Frustrating at times. It's not like she was placing blame or anything. That didn't make it any easier to relate with people though.

"I'm. Having a shower," she announced to the room, "You!" she stated pointing at the rock, "Stay where you are. If you move there will be trouble, don't you doubt it," and with that said and done she beat a hasty retreat into the shower cubicle with the firm resolution that afterwards she would wander the decks at random just in case someone wanted to stop and talk.

Let's see Chary complain about my socializing when it's all someone else's fault.

 

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