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Side Sim: Lounge - The next day

Posted Nov. 5, 2020, 6:16 p.m. by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) (Ben Z)

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Side Sim: Lounge - The next day

Posted by Lieutenant Kiama Naim (Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim: Lounge - The next day
After spending the night in sickbay after Shon and her holodeck adventure the other day, Kiama had had just enough time to return to her quarters, take a shower and get changed. For a moment she had debated to put on her uniform, but she had been told upon leaving Sickbay that she was not to return to duty till her shift the next morning. So instead she opted for a cream coloured, knee-long pleated skirt and a simple, pale lilac coloured t-shirt. Her black curls hung loosely down her instead of being tied back in the tight, intricate braid she usually wore. Stepping into the lounge, she looked around to see if Shon and or Faye were already there. Not seeing them, she headed over to en empty table close to the windows and sat down with her chair for now angle in such a way that she could see the door.

~Lt.jg. Naim, aCSO

Black was her go-to. Funny how her natural inclination resonated so well with her ‘other work’. Not that Faye wasn’t capable of being colourful, but it often didn’t come from her clothing. If this were in her more off hours she have opted for black cargo trousers, black long sleeved turtleneck sweater and black sneakers. But she was taking a break between work projects and so was in her uniform, though her jacket was unzipped, her usual tidy french braid intact.

Spying Kiama quickly, Faye slipped trough the lounge ignoring the subtle side glances. She was pretty sure her recent ‘exchanges’ with the new chief of security were making the rounds. Years of hushed whispers and wary glances made Faye exceptionally good at knowing when it was herself that was the source. These days she just gathered the information knowingly. While she couldn’t say she didn’t care, it didn’t cut the way it used to. Or so she could tell herself.

Sliding silently into a chair at Kiama’s table, Calloway folded her arms on the table and leaned in, looking over Naim critically. “You’re looking better. How do you feel?”

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

Shon weaved quickly through the room to take the other chair, eager to see Kiama. He was in his uniform, though it was not entirely clear if that’s because he had a shift soon or if it was because he simply wanted to wear it. The last time Shon had been in civilian clothes after all, things hadn’t gone well.

“Yeah, what she said,” he added, watching Kiama expectantly.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)


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