OOC. Trip and T'Pol do the Caramelldansen Just when they think no one's looking.
T'Pol looked around all around her, making sure no one was near. Which was foolish since she was in her quarters. She had overheard some ensigns talking in the mess hall about a thing called Caramelldansen. They had described it as epic and one of the best things mankind had created since the warp five engine. If they meant such thing and it was not just an exaggeration, something she had found humans very fond of, looking it up could be beneficial in her quest to understand humans.
"Computer" she stated calmly " Search for Caramelldansen." The computer began to play loud music in some foreign language, which humans would no doubt describe as catchy. Caramelldansen was a song. T'Pol's foot began to tap in rhythm to the song. No, this is illogical. I shall not dance she thought to herself unconvincingly. She then found herself moving her meditation cushions and candles out of the way. The music coursed through her body. She again was tapping her foot, both feet actually. Her hips swayed side to side, she placed her hands on her head and hummed. It was uncontrollable like she wasn't in control of her body. She couldn't stop and she didn't want to. Why shouldn't she dance she rationalized, No one would see her and it was research after all. "Computer" she commanded play Caramelldansen in a loop.
Hours passed, T'Pol had never been so thankful for Vulcan endurance. She had discovered the English version of the song hand had begun to sing along. She was so into it she did not notice the door opening.
"Oh-wa-a-a-aWave your hands together
Come feel the heat forever and forever
Listen and learn it is time for prancing
Now we are here with caramelldansen O-o-oa-oa
O-o-oa-oa-a-a
O-o-oa-oa
O-o-oa-oa-a-a…" T'Pol sang.
" Subcommander?" Trip said uncertainly. This certainly couldn't be the stotic Vulcan that usually resided in these quarters, but there she was singing and dancing to the Caramelldansen.
"Yes, Commander Tucker" T'Pol acknoledged his presence in her room. She felt heat rush to the back of her neck, cheeks and tips of her ears. She had been caught. Surely he would tell the captain and half the Enterprise crew what she had been up to in her off duty hours. Sher took a deep breath and quickly regained her composure.
" Um, I came to give you this report… are you alright?"
" Yes Commander I am alright." She responded. There would have been an akward silennce if it hadn't been for Caramelldansen playing in the background. It was still akward just not silent.
"So is that Caramelldansen?"
"Yes" T'Pol said wondering why he had not left already to tell all of his human friends what he had seen.
The Commander opened his mouth, but closed it before he started to babble like an idiot, thougt then said " Your singing voice is extrodinary but your dancing could use some work. May I come in?" The Subcommander let him in. "You see when you do the Caramelldansen you've got to loosen up a little. Swing your hips a little more, flex your hands " he said demonstrating. T'Pol paid close attention. The Commander was attractive. If she could dance she could adimire the commander. Not because of his build but intellect and … Sweet Surak what was she doing! T'Pol joined in,. highly uncomfortable. Seeing the commander's ease began to relax. They sang. More hours past. The Commander was preparing to leave and was walking out the door
"Commander Tucker?"
"Yes" He yawned exausted from all the dancing.
" Thank You."
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