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Calloway's Quarters - At Least We Aren't Fighting About Money

Posted July 7, 2022, 12:02 a.m. by Gamemaster Alias Smith N. Jones, Esq. (Gamemaster) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Calloway’s Quarters - At Least We Aren’t Fighting About Money

Posted by Gamemaster Alias Smith N. Jones, Esq. (Gamemaster) in Calloway’s Quarters - At Least We Aren’t Fighting About Money

Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Calloway’s Quarters - At Least We Aren’t Fighting About Money
Posted by… suppressed (2) by the Post Ghost! 👻

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“Jackass,” she mumbled as she caught the bag. She didn’t have a lot visible in her quarters but that didn’t mean she didn’t have stuff. She had accumulated the first personal possessions she’d ever display since her reunion with Faye and Nadine. Faye’s wedding had added to the few treasured possessions she hadn’t expected to have or display again. In a rather large way these objects were signs that Shara was setting down roots, as it were, and that she was determined to make indelible marks in the people and spaces around her. She would no long be forgotten, a figment of people’s imagination. Much to hers and their delight and chagrin.

Packing a few bits of clothing (she needed little considering her new adopted uniform) and toiletries into the bag, she’d come bag for the non-essentials later, but she did make go into her secured spaces and grab tools, weapons and dome data padds, which she would store securely in their new quarters.

There was a very authoritative triple bang on the door leading to the connecting bathroom. “About time, Geeze! And ya’ll best be goin’ to Pikelsimer’s VIP quarters cause I don’t wanna hear the celebrating that’s gonna be going on.” And then laughter as it faded and Bethany locked the connecting door on her side.

Gadi

Shara snorted. “Smart girl. Ya know, I’m rather fond of her. Also, in case you go looking, I stole a couple of jars of shine from your first stash and made some friends on the ship,” she said with a grin. “Worth the hangover, though it wasn’t as bad as our wedding.”

~Shara

Pikelsimer shook his head. “Can’t steal what’s yours, wife.” was all he said as he helped grab the ‘tool’ bag and then did a once over to make sure noting had been missed. “Okay… let’s roll.”

“You know, I might keep this place for an office since I don’t have one,” she said idly, though wasn’t entirely sure if she was kidding or serious.

The VIP quarters, even for such a small vessel, were nice. King sized bed and private bath, work station, and a decent sized closet were all available… along with the nice deep pile carpet and a full replicator. As they walked in, Micah moved to the closet and opened the door to move several bags and cases around. “Here, take whatever space you need. As far as ‘unmentionables’ go, I made a few changes while we were at the station myself.” He pushed on the back of the closet and panel moved in a few centimeters and then slid to the side. “Closed compartment, cant be scanned. I’ll program in your fingerprints later. Anything you don’t want to be found, put in here.” he then moved to the bed and the bedside table nearest the windows. He smacked the top of the table and the front of the top drawer popped open revealing a disruptor pistol and a particularly wicked looking d’k tahg. “Same on the other side, except phaser.” He then went to the replicator and slid his metal hand down the side and it opened away form the wall to reveal another hiding place, much bigger than the closet one. “Type IIIc Pulse Compression Phaser Rifle and a few grenades. And a couple of canisters of anesthezine.”

Pikelsimer

“See? Now I’ll sleep soundly!” Shara said, grinning. “Love what you’ve done with the place. All we need is Nadine’s painting to make it homey. I’ll put it up later.”

Looking around, Shara set a bag down on the dining table. “You know, I’m kind of jealous that you keep getting the VIP quarters. Not that I minded being Bethy’s neighbour and at least on this ship I don’t have to share my room. But it is kind of nice to have a bit more space.” She could unpack later, but for now she stood there, her thoughts tumbling. She reached out a hand to him, the weariness settling in. “If we make it out of this alive, I think we’re owed some time in Tennessee. I didn’t think I’d miss our place, but I kind of do. Weird, huh?” Weird for a woman who had never bene able to emotionally tie herself to a place before. Not even Tracken. She missed the people and the community they had built together, but the planet itself? Not so much. Now though… things had changed.

~Shara

Micah pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Nope, not weird a’tall. That place is our home… yours and mine. But until we can get back there…” and he kissed her gently, “… this’ll have to do.” and he let go of her slowly and took a step back. “Now… get your shapely little butt in the refresher while I whip us up some dinner. Then- bed time.”

Micah

Though she had returned to her new ‘uniform’, she hadn’t been in character today. It had been too hard a struggle to find that place again. Right now was no different. Tomorrow though, that was a different story. Tomorrow she’d be so deep in that all semblance of this Shara Calloway would have vanished unless you specifically knew what to look for. That was the game of characters. Truth and fiction mashed into one.

But that didn’t mean that they couldn’t have a little fun right now. She turned in a slow, circle ending so her back was to him. Shara glanced over her shoulder and down slightly towards the faux leather leggings that covered her lower half, before casting her gaze back up at him, her foggy blue eyes alit. “Well, I suppose now it won’t be spoiling things if you give this fine ass a healthy glance when we’re in public. After all, especially in this get-up I look good.”

“You’d look good inna burlap sack, and you know it.” Micah said with a grin.

Stepping forward, she held her arms up out and lifted them slowly as she sauntered away. “Drink it in, Pickle,” she said as she disappeared for a shower.

~Shara, Flirty Wife

“Like a man dyin’ a thirst, wife. Holler if’n ya need help getting those hard-to-reach spots” he called after her and watched the door slide closed. Pikelsimer chuckled and shook his head slightly before turning to the replicator and starting to get some food put together. Meats, cheese, and some crackers filled a platter; and from a cabinet he pulled out an actual bottle of wine and two glasses. Setting everything on the table, he tookoff his jacket and took a seat.

Micah


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