Posted Jan. 14, 2021, 5:24 a.m. by Lieutenant Luke Wyatt (Chief of Security) (J Ridgley)
Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Officers Mess - Change of Scenery [Open]
Posted by Civilian Char’les Harv (Officer’s Mess Chef) in Officers Mess - Change of Scenery [Open]
Posted by Lieutenant Luke Wyatt (Chief of Security) in Officers Mess - Change of Scenery [Open]
Sitting at one of the tables in the officer’s mess Luke sipped at his iced Coffee, a drink which he found to be extremely rewarding since his academy days both for its caffinated properties and its taste, he never liked hot coffee either. Today Luke has sat alone, at least for now, he didn’t discourage company but he was working on the latest security reports both ones he needed to fill and ones that came in from Starfleet Security, he liked to keep up to date with the latest.Though Luke had his own office he usually felt the need to roam the halls or just change his location, he found alongside the coffee that it kept him focused and stopped his mind from wandering into oblivion if procrastination was a sport he’d be the Federations number one. The second reason he decided to come to the officer’s mess was that he was hungry, indicated by the rumbling stomach and again he could have just replicated something in his office, but who wanted to sit in an office all day?
- Lt Luke Wyatt, CoS
A bowl of something creamy, hot, and very aromatic was dropped in front of him; followed immediately by a small loaf of dark bread and a ramekin of butter. “You looked hungry, and I could hear your stomach all the way in the kitchen.”
Luke was only somewhat startled by the sudden appearance of food in front of him but it was quickly replaced with joy, his stomach grumbled in response. “Thanks, this looks and smells great” He looked up to the man who had delivered him his food. The food itself looked like a soup of some kind, Luke wasn’t the best chef but he knew how to cook.
A Bajoran man stood next to the table. He wore blue jeans and a white chef’s coat that looked surprisingly clean and starched for someone working in the kitchen. On the left breast was a pocket, on which was embroidered ‘Executive Chef’ and a pair of crossed chef’s knives. “So whatcha workin’ on there, L-T?” he asked informally.
Harv
OOC: fixing typo.
“Oh nothing exciting, fleet reports came in from the Alpha Quadrant so I’m just keeping up to date certainly nothing that’s going to affect us here at least.” He turned of the PaDD deciding to fully immerse himself into his food and the conversation.” I think I overheard some of my junior officer talk about your cooking, can’t believe I waited this long to come down here. This looks great, it” Luke clicked his fingers trying to remember the name he had heard. “Marv or damn It… Harv that’s it, I knew I was in the right area. Your cooking lives up to its expectations.”
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