Lt. Dr. Carol Marcus (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} torpedoed) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} toboldlyrpg, |
It was nice to get to go to a fancy dinner every once in a while, so Carol was glad to dress up. Fornax was an interesting planet, even if her week had been a bit trying so far. Due to the sandstorm, she'd gotten stuck planet-side at the distillery for over a day. Despite the whiskey, that had gotten old after a few hours. When she was able to get back to the ship, she had just enough time to crash for a few hours before getting ready for the dinner.
She mingled with Starfleet members and Fornaxians alike during the social hour before the dinner. Carol liked talking to all different kinds of people and her attitude was usually relatively sunny. Pausing before the appetizer table, she inspected what appeared to be some kind of meat before popping it into her mouth.
"Do I want to know what I've just eaten?" she asked the person nearest to her in a quiet voice.