Posted Jan. 31, 2021, 2:31 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Telana Bray (Executive Officer) (D Grisham)
Posted by Ensign Charra Lana (Medical Officer) in 17 Forward (Anyone welcome)
Posted by Ensign Claude Seguin Genard (Science Officer) in 17 Forward (Anyone welcome)
Posted by Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) in 17 Forward (Anyone welcome)
[snip]It had been a hard twenty four hours since Q had flung the ship to its present location and the first officer wanted a little time to process her thoughts. That was easiest to do when she stared out at space—its magnitude and sameness were comforting. That being the case, she entered the lounge on the upper deck, got a hot cup of chamomile tea and found a seat at one of the smaller table.
She hadn’t tried to contact her mother yet. The thought of not getting an answer from the older Bray was slightly unnerving to her daughter. Hybridia’s presence had always been there. If it wasn’t now…well, Telana didn’t want to take that emotional crisis on at the present moment.
Instead, she sat quite still, staring out the large windows into the blackness of space, while all the information from the day boiled and bubbled in her mind, working itself together and presenting certain possibilities.
—Bray, XO
Flint entered 17 forward after the shift he just ensued, reporting complete, updates are given, it was time for a drink.
Having noticed a few crew members around him, all showing the same expressions as each other he went to the bar and took a stool.
Flints background gave him a good readiness for his postings, some up and some down he admitted to himself. While waiting for the tender his mind went back to his mother, lost in duty with similar surroundings of today’s events, memories flooding back unannounced as he tried to push them out of his mind.
- Ensign Locke, Medical Officer
OOC: What time of day would you all say this takes place at?
OOC: I am picturing about 1900 hrs.
GM CockRoach
Claude entered 17 Forward because he needed a break from seemingly endless simulations, and eating something always gave him the distraction he needed. Wearily he approached the bar area and ordered some French onion soup, a salad and a tall cranberry ice tea. He waited patiently for his meal while looking out at the sea of officers and crew of this large ship. While looking out at the odd stars the Angel now found herself in, he also scanned for a place to sit.
A tray was handed to him and he moved to the seat he thought was best. The table was occupied by a grey eyed female with reddish hair. He didn’t recognize her species, but then he had not been in space long. Never one to back down from a challenge, Claude approach her.
“Excuse me, may I join you? There seems that open seats are in short supply today.”
- Genard
Pulled from her inner thoughts, Telana looked up at the man standing beside her table. He was holding a tray, so he really was looking for a seat and not just a chat with the XO. She nodded. “Certainly, help yourself.” While he took the other chair, she turned to look around the lounge. Where there had been many open seats on her arrival, the place had filled up while she was staring out at space.
“Did you just get off shift, Ensign…?”
—Bray, XO
Charra entered the 17 forward and stopped for a moment. Seeing so many stars that the view had, as well as so many officers at once, and she stumbled a bit. Ordering a mocha and some food, she continued to scan the room, looking for a place to sit. After her tray is handed to her, she stood and stared in quiet.
Ensign Charra Lana, medical officer
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