eleventh translation // action

[lt_linguist]

[It's a nice day. The air is warm, the sun is out, and one Lieutenant Uhura is out with it, in full force. She's eschewed her winter uniform for one better suited to warm weather - that's right, she's back in her Starfleet-issue miniskirt, hips swaying, ponytail swinging, black boots crunching on the ground as she walks purposefully from the house.

Normally, she'd be heading towards the library, but it's far too nice a day for that. She does have a book under her arm, but she's heading for the bridge, clearly ready to get some fresh air.

In spite of the recent rash of disappearances, and violence, she's determined to enjoy the weather while it lasts. She may even be humming to herself.]

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[psychebubble]

*Paru spots the good mood, and... somehow, has managed to be in good enough a mood herself to not instantly resort to trolling. She does, however, decide to investigate.*

What happened with you?

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[Uhura raises an eyebrow.]

Nothing, as far as I know. Aside from it being a nice day.

[psychebubble]

That's all? You look like you're about to break out into a Disney musical.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[Little laugh.] I'm a regular one-woman chorus line. I sing a lot. [Like, basically all the time. It's practically a subconscious thing.]

[psychebubble]

Really? I want to hear!

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[This is Uhura, singing a traditional Swahili lullaby.]

[psychebubble]

*This is Paru, clearly surprised that she actually did.*

... You aren't half-bad. I'm surprised.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[Another laugh.]

I grew up with music. My mother is a singer. Their house is full of music, all the time.

[psychebubble]

That's pretty impressive, considering. You've had a lot of training, then?

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

Formally? Some. [Uhura is far too confident in herself to rise to any bait today.]

[psychebubble]

*At this point, the bait is more habit than malice, this is genuinely interesting to her.*

What kinds?

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[Shrug.]

Some classical, some traditional African, some modern.

[psychebubble]

... What counts as 'modern' to you, anyway?

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

Twenty-third century.

[psychebubble]

Right, but I meant... Well, wouldn't music from my time count as 'classic'? Has pop changed? Would techno still even be around?

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[Smile.]

Oldies, electronic, club music? Of course. I just don't like it as much.

[psychebubble]

That's understandable, it sounds like someone took a cheese grater to a guitar amp...

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

Not exactly good for singing, and certainly not enjoyable to listen to for someone who has perfect natural pitch.

Besides, my job requires me to listen to space noise all the time. Why would I want to essentially do the same thing in my free time?

[psychebubble]

You love your work that much?

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

Yes. Have you ever heard the birth of a star? I'm talking a literal, ball-of-gas-in-space star.

[psychebubble]

I don't work for JAXA, so definitely not.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

See if you can find a recording some time. You'll never hear anything like it again.

[psychebubble]

Unless I play the recording again.

But I don't know if we even have that kind of equipment, considering you're three centuries ahead of me.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

If I remember my history correctly, astronomers were recording sounds in space by the late twentieth century? You won't know unless you look for it.

[psychebubble]

Assuming we can get out of this place.