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Side Sim - Withdrawn - Demil's Quarters (Closed, Tag V'alura)

Posted July 4, 2022, 12:34 p.m. by Lieutenant V'alura Belmont (Chief Science Officer) (Abigail G)

Posted by Ensign Demil Lis (Science Officer) in Side Sim - Withdrawn - Demil’s Quarters (Closed, Tag V’alura)

Posted by Lieutenant V’alura Belmont (Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim - Withdrawn - Demil’s Quarters (Closed, Tag V’alura)

Posted by Ensign Demil Lis (Science Officer) in Side Sim - Withdrawn - Demil’s Quarters (Closed, Tag V’alura)
Demil sat quietly on the edge of his bed, his quarters once again nearly sterile. Up until the past day, they had been slightly personalized, with musical compositions and Trill symbols pinned on the wall. However, following the incident in the arboretum, all of those had come down. Maybe, if he had stuck to the protocols, it wouldn’t have happened. In any case, he was back to perfectly in line. He was off-duty, but still in uniform, and his blue eyes glistened with barely-contained tears.

Ens. Lis

Their Ark Angel’s adventure in the Warrens left its toll upon the crew. There were so many unanswered questions, so much time to agonize over the what-ifs and what-could-be’s. V’alura worked tirelessly upon her end-of-mission reports while also keeping an eye on her scientists. One could chalk it up to her “mother hen” and “team mom” reputation but she cared deeply for all her subordinates and couldn’t stand the thought of any one of them suffering alone.

So, she kept a mental note of any strangely behaving scientists until she finished her immediate priority work. Which brings her to the here and now, outside the Ensign Lis’ quarters. V’alura wore casual, but comfortable clothes: an oversized fuzzy purple sweater, a pair of black shorts and black sneakers. She had debated for ages between casual clothes and uniform but ultimately went with the former. She wanted her scientists to feel at ease and not like they were under a sudden inspection.

She hit the chime on his door and waited for his response.

Lt JG Belmont, CSO

Demil did his best to hide the tears. “Come in,” he said. When she opened the door and he saw who it was, he snapped to his feet. “Ma’am? I apologize, I didn’t realize you wanted to meet. Would here be convenient for you, or would you like to proceed to a lab or your office?” He ignored the informal dress, putting it down as another of his department head’s eccentricities.

Ens. Lis

Oh dear. V’alura drew upon her decades of professional acting experience to project calm and gentle warmth. “At ease, En.” She said, a little formality to help smooth the transition to the calm and informal atmosphere she had hoped for. “Here is fine, may I have a seat?”

Once settled into a comfortable spot, V’alura sat straight-backed, shoulders relaxed. Not the casual sprawl she would have prefered but another little way she moved and acted to put Demil more at ease. The poor En was all worked up like a spooked horse. V’alura smiled, her eyes crinkling in the corners with the movement, “I was in the area and thought I’d drop by for a little chat. How have you been?”

Lt JG Belmont, CSO


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