This is the space for any and all scenarios with Jaylah. Pun intended. Please provide prompts or starters. Mark anything that's NSFW and/or contains triggering content.
[She absently shut the door behind him, but her attention remained centered on his gift to her now that it's in her hand, taking in the technical specifications of the device to try and determine what it contained as she walked towards the terminals. It's difficult to tell if his hand motion spurred her or she already had the mind to investigate, but the moment she's at the terminal, she plugged in the data cube.
She didn't even bother to sit down, throwing him a grin the moment he mentioned listening to it. A few clicks later and soon System of a Down poured from the speakers. For a while, she gave the terminal a dubious stare, but then the words started and she became pleased. It was appropriately noisy, and she even liked the mellower bits.]
This has good noise. I like this music. [A pause.] Thank you James T.
[ He watched her, amused as always by her intensity in all the things she did. She didn't seem to have a chill factor, but oddly enough it worked on her. The intensity - it was alluring in its way, and he thought that it would take her far in her career in Star Fleet, if she chose to see it to its end.
Remaining a step or two behind, he let her see to the data cube, waited for the music to come through the speakers with shredding guitars and rapid drum beats and growling voices. ]
You are very welcome, Jaylah. Be sure to play this very loud at all hours in the dorms.
[His suggestion receives an eyebrow tick upwards, as though to chastise him for trying to pull a fast one on her. She knows that loud music, especially her favorite sorts of songs, weren't exactly something to subject others to at all hours.]
It's not nice to try to get me in trouble.
[She stands, crossing her arms over her chest to offer him a more scathing impression, but she still appears amused.]
[ What? He couldn't resist playing a little prank on a new Academy student. And maybe he enjoys encouraging a little rebellion. It is a trait he can appreciate in moderation in others. ]
There's one about fights, but I kind of expected you to break that one without me telling you. You don't let anyone give you crap, so definitely don't take it there either.
[Too bad Jaylah's a bit too clever for that one. Pranks are more difficult on those with logically wired brains, and especially with those who want to make people like James T and Montgomery Scotty proud of her here. He's more likely to briefly teach her incorrect uses of words that will embarrass her, but that came with its own dangers, namely her retaliation.]
I do not take crap from anyone. [There's a bit of indigence in her voice despite her slight smile. Of course she's not going to inform him of any fights she's already found herself in with crap givers. They had all been self-defense anyways, or deserved for other reasons. Earth men were disgusting.] That is not hygienic James T.
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She didn't even bother to sit down, throwing him a grin the moment he mentioned listening to it. A few clicks later and soon System of a Down poured from the speakers. For a while, she gave the terminal a dubious stare, but then the words started and she became pleased. It was appropriately noisy, and she even liked the mellower bits.]
This has good noise. I like this music. [A pause.] Thank you James T.
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Remaining a step or two behind, he let her see to the data cube, waited for the music to come through the speakers with shredding guitars and rapid drum beats and growling voices. ]
You are very welcome, Jaylah. Be sure to play this very loud at all hours in the dorms.
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It's not nice to try to get me in trouble.
[She stands, crossing her arms over her chest to offer him a more scathing impression, but she still appears amused.]
What other rules do you suggest I break?
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There's one about fights, but I kind of expected you to break that one without me telling you. You don't let anyone give you crap, so definitely don't take it there either.
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I do not take crap from anyone. [There's a bit of indigence in her voice despite her slight smile. Of course she's not going to inform him of any fights she's already found herself in with crap givers. They had all been self-defense anyways, or deserved for other reasons. Earth men were disgusting.] That is not hygienic James T.