PL: Ten Forward, Marion

[fallaces_sunt]

It's been decades since Natasha smoked, but she still gets cravings, sometimes. When she's restless, bored, can't sleep. There's a nice ritual with smoking, and it gives her something to do with her hands.

But there are...downsides. And anyway, she's on a spaceship, they'd probably look down on someone lighting up.

Instead, insomnia has sent her to the lounge, where she's ordered a gin and tonic that she couldn't get drunk on even if it was made with actual alcohol, taken a seat by the window, and proceeds to not drink it.

She fiddles with the straw. Straws are good like that.

(Fiddles and...well. She's Natasha. She's still watching the room, even if she looks the picture of idle insomnia.)

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[didnotwant]

"Nope." Marion lets her Southern drawl take over as she agrees with Natasha. There may be a bit of a cow girl fighting to get out of Marion.

She tries really hard to not indulge that part of her. "Can't say I know the meanin' of the word when I'm back home. Here it's different. Promised to behave. Didn't help that our dear Mister Worf found me carrying."

By carrying she of course means a weapon. What else could she possibly mean?

[fallaces_sunt]

The wryness in her smile deepens.

"No, wouldn't help. It always pays to play nice with the local security."

Even just a token of playing nice, not that she clarifies further. She's having fun with this conversation, but she has fun in conversations with lots of people. Doesn't mean much.

If Marion winds up needing to know that Natasha handed her glocks over to the captain, well, she'll clarify when the time comes.

(Besides, handing over her guns doesn't mean that she handed over all of her weapons.)

[didnotwant]

"Plus he.... sort of pings as a less obviously violent version of who I'm used to dealing with," Marion admits with a rueful smile. "I don't like the idea of adding more to his plate than I've already had to."

She admitted to Worf that she is a werewolf. He doesn't seem to get the reality of the situation outside of her having some kind of disease.

And Marion is willing to admit she handed off a sword to Worf should Natasha start making inquiries about the kind of weapon she had been carrying. Marion doesn't think that will happen tonight. "Funny thing is that I'm not normally armed. I just needed to.... dress to impress some people I was supposed to be meeting. I needed them to take me seriously."

[fallaces_sunt]

"Definitely pays to play nice with security under these circumstances. I don't envy them dealing with us."

She'd say she's surprised the displaced haven't caused more trouble, but she's superstitious so she doesn't. She doesn't even think it.

Then she looks amused, but the kind of amused that has been there, done that all over it.

She's a short, very pretty woman. It comes with the territory.

"I know those kind of situations," she says, drily. "Never had to use a sword, though."