((Starbase 118 - Event Horizon))

Reynolds: Congratulations, Lieutenant Commander. I'm sure it was well deserved.

Geeva: I do give my thanks to you..

::Kalpana spoke as close to absentmindedly as she ever does, staring at the
half-pip in her
hand. She listened vaguely to Delinda's introduction. It wasn't until the terran
actually
began to play that the iridian's attention was firmly captured.

::She's always liked music, and she hadn't realized how much she had missed it
until it was
so abruptly reintroduced into her life.::

Reynolds: ::Turning to Geeva.:: Do you plan to perform tonight?

Geeva: I do believe so, ::she murmurs in response,:: Yourself?

Reynolds: I'm... Not good in front of crowds.

::Kalpana graced Quinn with one of her natural lopsided smiles, rather than the
fake
symmetrical one that terrans favored. It was a special rarity, although the
hybrid was
unlikely to realize it.::

Geeva: Then do not do perform from in front of the crowd.

Reynolds: Response?

::The lanky alien leaves it at that for the moment, listening as Delinda
proceeds through
her piece. It is a lovely bit of music, if not quite to Kalpana's tastes. As the
piece plays on,
however, a wicked little idea begins to play in her mind. One that will turn out
either
amazingly well.. or insanely poor.::

Geeva: oO Well, it's not like it can be any worse than my life already is. Oo

::Near the end of the flute recital, Kalpana begins to uncase her sving-meh,
tuning the
strings with tiny little plucks that are barely audible even to Quinn.::

Reynolds: Response?

::Kalpana gives that same little lopsided smile, albeit with a bit more blush
thrown in,
before she puts a finger to her lips, and then tucks the instrument under her
left arm.
Listening carefully, she chooses her moment and... begins to softly play,
joining in under
Delinda's flute with seeming effortlessness.

::An interesting tidbit about immetri music.. it is _all_ improvised.

::Oh, that;'s not to say that some chord combinations and patterns aren't more
common
than others for certain types of songs, but there is no "right" way to play any
given song
and each performance is undeniably unique. As such, Kalpana has plenty of
experience
with just making things up as she goes, which she puts to good use just now.

::The first few measures are done from her seat, but Kalpana soon rises to her
feet and
begins a slow circuit through the room. She's wandering, mostly, as the idea of
performing
in _front_ of a crowd is a distinctly terran (and klingon.. and a number of
other races...)
idea. Iridian performers, having far less space available to dedicate to their
performances,
tended to mingle with their audience a lot more.

::Kalpana had started off playing to Delinda's pace, but by the time she got up
to the
stage, she began to pull the now-lighter tune in a different direction. Back
towards a more
mournful sound. And then she began to sing.

::To explain, the newly promoted Lieutenant Commander has never really had a
singing
lesson before in her life. She is, at best, a moderately talented amateur and
her voice
sounds about two octaves too deep to her ears because of the much higher air
pressure
on the starbase as compared to her homeworld. All the same, these flaws and
others are
easily covered by the simple fact that she's singing in a language that nobody
can
understand. The words flow off her tongue in a rolling melody.::

Geeva: Angrael vita yun reasnifalda tumandi...

::The only person who comes even close is Rho, and even the android will be
having a hell
of a time translating the first immetri *poetry* that she has ever heard. The
most
noticeable difference is the complete lack of contractions in the words.::

Geeva: Chuve lidi benn quirobeliina xantu...

::At some point, she heard Delinda begin to drop out and Kalpana continued on
her own,
her path taking her back off the stage and through the room again in a slow
circuit. This
time around, unlike the previous, she actually passes near Rho on her way back
to her
seat, the last few chords and words coming as she lowers herself back behind the
table.
She lets the last note play out before setting her sving-meh back on the table
in front of
her, breathing a little heavily from her recent exertions.::

[OOC] If you have access to it, I see the vocals as having a similar rise and
fall as those in
Nightwish's "Sleeping Sun". : ) [/OOC]

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Lieutenant Commander Geeva Kalpana
Chief Operations Officer
Starbase 118 Operations