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

Posted by Lieutenant Luke Wyatt (Chief of Security) 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.

He didn’t respond to this, not in words at least he was half in his mind to wish her goodnight and speak to her another time, he and Faye were not exactly what one considers ‘friends’ more they understood one another, and even that so it seemed was only to a certain extent. Still, he didn’t leave as her quarters became more apparent as she moved away from the doorframe.

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.

Her quarters resembled much of Lukes in layout and in decoration, he really needed to sort that out. The interior looked neat but sad and longing for some colour besides that of the standard carpet and bulkheads. Not that he had expected anything different from her, perhaps she didn’t expect to stick around long enough, and that alone would have been a crying shame.

Standing in the middle of her quarters, she turned to face him. “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

Still yet to enter the room he studied her for a moment, the words ‘Agent’ and‘Intelligence’ creating an echo in his mind. He had figured as much, as good as Faye was both technically, physically and as bad emotionally as she was she sort of scream intelligence what he never understood was why her and why here, the here, being the Manhattan ofcourse. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Lieutenant Calloway.” He had to say something or she’d think he was just weird, “I… ur… I’m still just Luke so” He scratched the back of his head, his social skills seemingly also feeling the lack of sleep. “I always pegged you as an intelligent type.” ‘Ok, STOP!’ He told himself.

• Luke Wyatt

Faye snorted. “It’s a fairly recent change in my career, actually. I have particular skills that were useful and they’ve continued to be. Nothing more, nothing less. The… secretiveness of my current assignment was never meant to be long-term. Certain things were supposed to happen, and then I would move to my orders being on a restricted and need-to-know-basis. As you at least somewhat know, things didn’t quite turn out that way.”

She sauntered back to her couch and her whiskey. Flopping down on one side, she sat forward and poured a shot’s worth of the blue Romulan whiskey into her highball and knocked it back like it was water. She poured a more generous amount into the glass and then leaned back, kicking her bare feet up onto her coffee table and crossing them at the ankles. “You and I do need to have a chat though,” Calloway said, her tone shifting and her gaze narrowing slightly. “You owe me that much.”

~Faye Calloway