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Cdr Wyatt Cayne

Smells like...

Smells like...

(A Kelsa and Gila Log)

 

Scene: The Commerce level in Kelsa's fragrance shoppe. Gila and Kelsa are talking as the day starts for business.

 

Kelsa explained the shop layout. “In general, my clients will find a particular type of scent appeals to them; all of a particular type are grouped. Florals are together, woods are together, musks are together, and so on, based on what is predominant. Custom mixes can be done, but are of course more costly. Those that truly wish something special do not seem to mind.” She paused, then added, “It is a simple task assisting most clients. They simply need to be encouraged to try some scents and see what they like.” The Elasian shrugged slightly, and smiled in encouragement.

 

"What's this one," Gila inquired as she opened a bottle and took a whiff. "Oh my g-!" She quickly capped the bottle as she struggled for a moment to keep her balance. She regained her composure. She sat the bottle back on the table. "Who orders that? Sexually pent up Vulcans?"

 

“Not exactly. It is a favored scent of Klingon clients,” she chuckled. “A very strong scent, but one very popular among them. I should have warned you. Here…” The woman reached behind the counter and produced a vial of coffee beans. “Smell these, they will help neutralize the scent.”

 

The Cardassian woman took it happily and smooshed her nose to the vial's brim. She inhaled deeply for as long as she could. "Smells of vanilla. I feel much better though."

 

“The vanilla is lingering from the previous scent, but that will fade shortly,” she remarked. “It was not an easy scent to mix.” Kelsa grinned. “It does smell better on a Klingon than it does in the bottle.”

 

Handing back the vial to Kelsa, "Who wears that, the man or the woman?"

 

“I have seen both purchasing it. Both favor strong scents - it is difficult to say which it better suits. I suppose it may depend on the particular Klingon.”

 

She nodded before saying something she forgot earlier. "I meant to thank you for letting me stay at your place last night. I really have nowhere to stay at the moment. It was far better than the park. I do have a question however."

 

“Of course,” Kelsa replied, gesturing for the other to continue.

 

"This scent shop seems like small manageable business, which makes me wonder exactly what assistance you need. My training is military in nature. What would I do exactly?" She let her slim smile linger as she listened.

 

“It would be nice to have another to mind the shop, and not need to close just to step out for a little bit, especially if I have clients who may be picking up special orders. Besides, it may be something that will help you start to decide what you wish to do with this new part of your life.”

 

"Ah," she says brightly. "Which brings me to another issue. What do you know of a Captain Chirakis? She had security round me up, rather than escort me off the station for being too friendly, she offered me some kind of security post."

 

Kelsa pondered a moment. “I have met her in passing, but I do not know her very well.” After a pause, she continued, “Are you considering the offer?”

 

"I'm considering both offers. I was almost considering seeing if the cleaning crew needed help, but yours and hers sounds better." The woman fiddled with her spoon-shaped dimple on her forehead, smearing some of the blue makeup from it. "Perhaps both? I really need to hear more about it." She leaned against a counter. "I mean anything is better than what I left on Cardassia. I just could not take it any longer."

 

Gila looked at her new friend quizzically. "I've been around people and you don't seem like you have been doing perfume sales all your life."

 

“No. I was in Starfleet previously. This was what I chose for retirement,” she said, gesturing about her. “It suits me.”

 

The Cardassian looked surprised. "You folks are everywhere, despite this being a joint alliance station. Perhap the Romulans were right in how the Federation spreads its tentacles across the galaxy." She laughed. "So, what scent for a woman like me, far from home?"

 

“Do you wish to recall your home, or would you prefer something different? Nostalgia, or the future?” she asked, considering the younger woman.

 

She smiled as plotting Cardassians do. "I think I need to leave my old battered world behind. Something for tomorrow."

 

Nodding in understanding, Kelsa led Gila to some samples…

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