Ship's Lounge - A lunchtime meeting

Posted Jan. 19, 2020, 8:58 p.m. by Ensign Kiama Naim (Scientist) (Silke Fahl)

Posted by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) in Ship’s Lounge - A lunchtime meeting

Posted by Ensign Kiama Naim (Scientist) in Ship’s Lounge - A lunchtime meeting

Posted by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) in Ship’s Lounge - A lunchtime meeting

Posted by Ensign Kiama Naim (Scientist) in Ship’s Lounge - A lunchtime meeting

Posted by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) in Ship’s Lounge - A lunchtime meeting

Posted by Ensign Kiama Naim (Scientist) in Ship’s Lounge - A lunchtime meeting
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Kiama had just popped another macaroni into her mouth and nearly inhaled it as she started to laugh; which in turn led to a bad coughing fit. For some reason she had a hard time stopping her laughter which made the whole “not being able to breath because of a macaroni” situation worse. Tears even started to well up her eyes and still she was laughing and coughing at the same time.

Shon half-stood from his chair as Kiama’s food went down the wrong pipe, watching her intently for any signs of choking. When he confirmed that she was still able to breathe despite the coughing and laughing, he settled back down, glad that he didn’t jump straight into the Heimlich. Still, Shon eyed Kiama with apprehension until she had completely cleared her throat.

“What about you,” Shon volleyed back, “were you at San Fransisco Academy? It’s a big campus and considering we’re in different fields, it’s entirely possible that our paths simply didn’t cross.”

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

Finally recovered from the macaroni-incident, Kiama replied, “I went to the San Francisco Academy as well. And I’m not surprised that our paths didn’t cross despite the overlap in science and medical. But as you said, it’s a big campus and you graduated before me, so we were in different cohorts on top of that.”

~Ensign Naim, Scientist

Shon nodded. “But then again, maybe that’s why you feel familiar, in some way. A friendly face, even all the way out here.”

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

“I guess,” Kiama replied thoughtfully, yet smiling. “What did you like most about the Academy and what did you do outside of classes?” she asked curiously and it was only after she’d stopped talking that she ate another bite of her mac & cheese; careful this time not to almost choke.

~Ensign Naim, Scientist

“Well of course I found all the other theater nerds and we had quite the time in the holodecks, let me tell you,” Shon chuckled. “We had people from the holodecks next door coming in to tell us to keep it down. But it’s so much fun when you can act in the actual environment a play descirbes, rather than just a stage.”

Kiama snorted, grateful that she had already swallowed her bite of food so she avoided another mishap. If her mother saw how lax her table manners had become … Almost instantly as her thoughts wandered towards her mother, she sat a little bit straighter again and while her whole expression was still lit up in delight, she probably looked a bit more prim and proper once more.

Shon paused to wipe his mouth with the napkin from his lap. “Speaking of, the invitation to see a musical still stands!” He held up his hands defensively. “Not that I’m trying to be pushy about it. But at the very least I’d like to see you again soon! I get the feeling that without a plan, we’ll get lost in our duties.”

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

“No, you’re right, we should set a time and date. I can only speak for myself, but I get lost in my work if I’m not careful,” Kiama replied and after a short pause admitted, “People had to literally drag me out of the labs before and remind me that both food and sleep are needed. So yeah, we should make a concrete plan and I’m open to go to a musical with you. When would be a good time for you?”

~Ensign Naim, Scientist

Shon snickered at that. “Well let me know if you need me to be one of those people! After all, if they work you too hard in science I can always say you’re excused, doctor’s orders!” He winked sarcastically. “I have the morning to afternoon shift, so my evenings are usually pretty free. Maybe sometime next week, so you can investigate those microbes you mentioned in the meantime?”

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

“I will,” Kiama replied with a soft chuckle. “And next week sounds perfect, as do evenings. We really seem to be working the same shifts so far.” After finishing her last bite, she continued, “Should I prepare in some way for that musical? Something I should read or listen to beforehand? And is there a dress code?”

~Ensign Naim, Science


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