Posted Jan. 12, 2021, 5:32 p.m. by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Lieutenant Luke Wyatt (Chief of Security) in Side Sim - TIme after time
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Side Sim - TIme after time
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The knocking startled Faye, but mostly because she hadn’t been expecting anyone, and the sound was contrary to normal experience. A third of the way through her bottle of Romulan whiskey (an appropriate inside joke if ever there was one), she had only bothered with a glass for the first shot. After that it seemed pointless. Still in the form fitting black garment and the soft grey sweater, she padded barefoot over to the door and opened it. Her normally tidy french braid was dishevelled like she had slept on it and hadn’t yet gotten around to finding a brush.
One arm braced on the side of the door like the day her and Luke first met, the main difference was that her gaze was curious rather than disgruntled and angry. That and she was clearly tipsy. “Wellll… look who it is…”
~Faye Calloway
Luke could smell the sharpness of whiskey as she spoke and her somewhat uncharacteristic speech impediment highlighted to him that she had been drinking if his experience and a keen sense of smell was to be trusted it was the good stuff too. “You look like how I feel,” He said without addressing her question, “I was on my way back to my quarters, figured Id make sure that the mob hadn’t gotten to you.” He looked behind her, she seemed alone, never a good sign. “I figured you’d be lapping the luxury of your own bed Calloway, nightmares?” He asked empathy bestowed in his tone of voice, he wasn’t sure if he liked this Faye.
- Luke Wyatt
Her face shifted, micro-expressions removing the languidness of her demeanour, causing her to be ever so slightly more alert. She had to remember who she was dealign with here. “Luxury is a word that means different things to different people.” Whatever that meant to her wasn’t explained further as she moved away from the door and back into her quarters.
Faye’s small quarters were neat and tidy, but also fairly bare. She didn’t seem to have a lot of personal effects, save for perhaps a surprising number of plants tucked in nooks and corners of her place. There was a shelving unit with grow lights (currently off) where trays of tiny seedlings had recently sprouted. In addition to a small sofa and a small dining table, she had a side table in a corner with some sort of cooking implement (a personal oven of some sort), and there was a desk with a small stack of padds. The computer was shut off.
Standing in the middle of her quarters, she turned to face him. Faye held out her to Luke. “I suppose I should properly introduce myself, huh? Lieutenant Faye Calloway, Data Specialist assigned to the Manhattan and… Senior Field Agent with Starfleet Intelligence.” There. Screw Intell. They owed her… big time!
~Faye Calloway
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