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Guest Cdr Dacotah

Marie Latour Lo'Ami

          "Hayden!  You're a dear, I knew you'd never miss a party!"  Zar walked over to greet her.  "Really, you must try this lovely stuffed mushroom dish, I used artichokes and .... " Zar's voice trailed off as he looked at her intently.  "Something's different about you.  No no, don't tell me," his eyes narrowed slightly, "well I'll figure it out.  In the meantime," he handed her a small plate and a glass of wine and guided her toward corner of the room lit with candles, "I believe Lt. Lo'Ami would be waiting for you."

 

      Hayden smiled warmly at Zar and accepted the plate and glass.  Zar was always the consummate host and truly one of the most genteel men she had ever met, though she knew he was like that with everyone.  Taking a sip of the wine, she turned to see Lo'Ami standing to greet her.

 

      "Commander, thank you for coming," he said with a slight smile.

 

      "My apologies for not arriving sooner," Hayden said setting her plate and glass down on the small table between them.  "I trust you've been learning some very interesting things from your previous hosts?"  She took a seat next to Erko and smiled.  He simply nodded in return.

 

      "Yes," Arphazad nodded.  "It has been a very enriching experience."

 

      "Well, good," Hayden turned to Erko, "anytime you're ready."

 

      Hayden closed her eyes as Erko put one hand on Arphazad's stomach and the other over Hayden's face, and began, "Your mind to my mind, your thoughts to my thoughts," and then switched into ancient Trill.  After a few moments, Erko removed his hands. "Who are you?" He asked Hayden.

 

      "Marie," came the sultry southern voice, "Marie Latour Lo'Ami."  She sighed and looked around.  "I do love a well put together zhian'tara."  She looked down at the plate, "surely y'all must have crabcakes?"  She looked over at Zar, "or at least a small sliver of pecan pie?"  Marie stood and walked slowly, her hips swaying, over to the buffet table.  "A girl has to be careful of her waistline."  

 

      "Marie," Arphazad said quietly, following her to the table, "would you tell me your story?"

 

      Marie turned and moved closer, stroking her hand across his face, "You sure that's all you want, Darlin'?"  She watched Arphazad's eyes snap open and laughed her deep sultry laugh.  Taking his hand she led him back to the seating area and sat down, "Relax, Chéri.  A girl and her ways are never parted for long, but this is for you so I will share my tale and if you are attentive, perhaps a lagniappe."

 

      "A ..." Arphazad paused a confused look crossing his face, "a lanyap?  What is that?"

 

      "You will see, Chéri, you will see....

 

      I, or should I say Marie, was born around 1893.  I don't really know as records for orphans were not kept.  What I do remember is that my parents and I were out sailing.  A storm blew up and high waves capsized the boat we were on.  How I survived?  I don't know.  Call it luck, a freak accident, under the watchful eye of my Guardian Angel.  In any case I survived and was placed in the orphanage at St. Michael's.  I was never adopted.  Childless couples don't want older children, they want babies.  I was schooled in the convent, and the Sisters just assumed that I would take the vows when I became of age.  But I didn't want to live as a nun!  There was a great big world out there and I was just dyin' to experience it.

 

      The Sisters told us horror stories of the city and of the evil pagan acts that took place before the feast days.  As I began to mature, the Sister's would not even let me leave the convent grounds, saying men could not look at me without it being sinful.  I didn't understand what they meant.  We had no mirrors in the convent, heaven forbid we dabble in vanity and I assumed I looked like all the other drab little girls.

 

      I could hear the revelry from my window and it grew louder and louder all through the festival season.  Oh, how I wished I could see the colors and the parades!  The music filled my very soul. I would lie on my cot, in my drab sackcloth dress and make my own vow.  One day, I would be the Queen of the Festival and I would the be the grandest lady of all.

 

      When I was about 15 I became very ill with swamp fever, at least that was what it was called then.  I was put in the hospital and it was feared I would die.  The Sister's said their prayers, the priest gave me Last Rites, obviously I did not die.  An elderly physician took me into his care.  Dr. Frances Lo'Ami.  I can still see his face.  He was dying and it was at that time the Lo'Ami symbiont was transferred into me.

 

      The Sister's had given me a very good book education, and with the common sense I was born with and the experiences of the Host to pull from, I left the convent at 16, knowing I could make my dreams come true.  My first job was a dress model for an exclusive boutique and that is where I met Mr. Jean-Pierre Latour.

 

      He was purchasing gowns for his staff, and took an immediate liking to me, offering me a job at his establishment called La Perle Rose {The Pink Pearl}.  The boutique owners warned me that La Perle Rose was a house of ill repute, but Mr. Latour was indignant and assured one and all that I was to be his assistant, not one of the ladies of the evening.

 

      Jean-Pierre was true to his word.  I learned everything about running a brothel.  Oh, don't looked shocked.  During this time, while it was not an acceptable profession for fine upstanding young women, it was understood that men needed such diversions.  I learned how to court and to flirt.  To deal with mob bosses and whiny girls.  To deal with violent customers, the occasional police raid, and angry wives.  I learned to look past the disdainful glares of women on the street.  

 

      I married Jean-Pierre in 1913 and took La Perle Rose from just another brothel to The House. I welcomed Senators and Mayors.  Lawyers and Judges.  The most influential men in the country came to The House because they knew the girls were beautiful and well maintained, that The House would have all their favorite amenities and above all that I was discrete.

 

      Jean-Pierre died in 1920.  Profits from The House were reinvested, and over time I came a very wealthy and powerful woman in my own right.  It truly was a divine existence, even with that prohibition nonsense, until 1938.  I contracted malaria while traveling.  I remember lying in a hut, shaking from the fever, and burning hot.  He told me breathe deeply and that soon the pain would be over and that I would be carried forward in time for all eternity....

 

      Arphazad stared at Marie, "A brothel.  Well, that's quite a life.  You mentioned something about a ... a lanyap?"

 

      Marie nodded, finishing off the pecan pie and glass of sweet tea that Zar had brought over, "Lagniappe, it's Creole word I have taken as my own.  It means something extra, something special.  Pieces of my life, mementos you might say.  They were collected and taken back to Trill.  Now they are yours."  Marie leaned over kissed Arphazad on the cheek, her low sultry voice in his ear.  "Take care of yourself, Chéri.  You truly are a divine boy."  

 

      She stood and walked over to Zar, linking her arm through his, her laughter tinkling through the room.  

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Good log, but...

I hate to ask this... but how exactly did a Trill get to Earth before the Trill had space flight? :-)

 

OK, so basically -- I'm just moving this off to Trill - a case of parallel development, you might say :-)

Sorry Lo'Ami, I guess I was unaware of the parameters.  Go ahead and just pull the log.

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Actually, I like the story too much to pull it over something stupid like place names :-)

 

[if you can just edit some place names, it would be great; otherwise, I'm ok leaving it as errors in the UT or parallel development.]

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Actually, I like the story too much to pull it over something stupid like place names :-)

 

[if you can just edit some place names, it would be great; otherwise, I'm ok leaving it as errors in the UT or parallel development.]

All references to Earth have been removed.

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you DARE QUESTION THE GODDESSES WRITING?! oh you are soooooooo smited.

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you DARE QUESTION THE GODDESSES WRITING?! oh you are soooooooo smited.

Actually, I never questioned the writing, only some of the contents :D

 

Anyway, if I happen to die a horrible death at Wed's academy when everyone else survives, you'll know why.

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you DARE QUESTION THE GODDESSES WRITING?! oh you are soooooooo smited.

Actually, I never questioned the writing, only some of the contents :D

 

Anyway, if I happen to die a horrible death at Wed's academy when everyone else survives, you'll know why.

awwww you're not supposed to calmly logically evaluate the situation and find mistakes! you're supposed to run away! Now the boss is going to smite ME!

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I would like to make a public apology to Hayden Dacotah for making her change her log, and approaching her on the boards in the manner I did.  It was pointed out to me by another player both (1) how rude it really was, (2) how I had not specified that the "violation" I had found was not allowed, and (3) how it is possible to reconcile the original story to canon Star Trek history.

 

Please accept my apology and feel free to "correct" the log back to its unaltered form.

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hmmmm, i still don't think there's enough terror you know. It's good but i want more blind FEAR! think scary, think frightening, think waking up in the middle of the night to see A9 staring at you!

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hmmmm, i still don't think there's enough terror you know. It's good but i want more blind FEAR! think scary, think frightening, think waking up in the middle of the night to see A9 staring at you!

For pete's sake, Images!!  Now you're scaring ME!   ::P:

 

Dac

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