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Faye Quarters - The Envelope, Please. - (Tag ALL Crew)

Posted Jan. 14, 2021, 12:25 p.m. by Lieutenant Pretha Oberon (Security Officer / CRIT Leader) (Melissa Aragon)

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Posted by Lieutenant Pretha Oberon (Security Officer / CRIT Leader) in Faye Quarters - The Envelope, Please. - (Tag ALL Crew)

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Pretha hated gatherings. Unfortunately, she had originally been set to be on watch at the time of the soiree but had swapped with another Security Officer so he could be with his new baby that evening. That left her, sadly, able and forced to attend. She hadn’t checked on Faye in a while and so it was, about quarter till the appointed hour, she found herself at Faye’s door, tapping the chime, wondering if the two of them could, perhaps, sit in the back and depart as soon as was allowed.

Lt Pretha Oberon
Sec/CRIT Ldr

Faye had been pacing her quarters in a mild panic, trying to figure out the best way to tackle her latest dilemma. It was one she hadn’t anticipated amidst the sheer number of possibilities she had already calculated. Her dress uniform wasn’t complete yet. She had her trousers and re-polished boots, and had slipped on her undershirt, but that’s when it all went wrong.

The chime.

For a moment she froze. It could be any number of people, but the list of likely possibilities was actually rather small. With a frown Faye moved over to her door and opened it. Her eyes went wide as she gazed at Pretha and before she knew it, she reached out, grabbed the security officer’s hand and pulled her into her quarters.

“Perfect! Your timing is perfect!” Faye said, pacing again. “It’s not going to make sense but I need you hand it to me,” she said, pointing to her dress uniform jacket carefully draped over the back of one of her dining chairs.

~Faye Calloway

Pretha had expected many things. But suddenly being yanked into Faye’s quarters hadn’t been one of them.

As Faye blurted out her request, the security officer stopped a moment and stepped between her friend and the offending piece if clothing. “Easy now… hang on. Faye, what’s wrong?”

Faye ran a hand through her loose brown hair, which she still had to put up yet. “Ohhh, too many things,” she said with a bitter laugh, pacing through her anxiety.

Pretha had come to apologize for not seeing Faye in several days. Between the Captain’s requirement of keeping the woman’s proceedings private, and Pretha’s own work, she hasn’t checked up on Faye since her day of questioning. And it had itched in Pretha’s mind about her seeming to have neglected the woman she’d built a repore with. But suddenly she didn’t think of anything other than the woman’s panic attack right in front of her.

“Come here, have a seat and take a deep breath. What’s going on?” Her hands gently eased Faye towards a chair, hoping she’d comply and sit down.

Lt Pretha Oberon
Sec/ CRIT Ldr

Calloway didn’t fight her, but there was a moment where she wanted to break away and get more space. But Pretha was a trustworthy person who had given her the benefit of the doubt and she forced herself to take a breath and sat in the other dining chair at her small table.

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 on where trays of tiny seedlings were growing strong. 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 (with a multiple-screen set up) was shut off. Looking over at her seedlings, Faye channelled the ujjayi breath from yoga. Also known as the ocean breath, it created a rushing sound behind closed lips and helped cue her brain that now might be a good time to focus on something more positive.

Looking back at Pretha, Faye shook her head. “Sorry, I was doing fine with the whole summons to the party bit, and I was getting dressed but I went to go put the jacket on and this terrible sensation came over me. I had to shrug it off immediately. I haven’t been in uniform again yet since… the brig. And now I can’t put it on. It’s like because it was taken from me, even under reasonable circumstances, I can’t…” She shook head, losing her words and a way to make sense of it.

~Faye Calloway

Pretha stepped back to retrieve the other chair and set it in front of Faye. She was close enough to reach over and touch the woman if needed be, or be touched if Faye reached out. But she wasn’t close enough to crowd the woman.

“First of all, remember it was never taken from you. If I recall, you were pretty dirty and sweaty from crawling around in the ducts and tubes of the ship, right? Wouldn’t you have changed for comfort and hygiene by choice, even if I hadn’t been the one to bring an outfit to you and ask you to?” She wanted Faye to remember feeling grimy before putting the sweats on. Sure, they probably hadn’t been personal comfy ones she’d have chosen herself. But they had been cleaner than her uniform.

“And even before that, when was the last time you wore that particular jacket?” She nodded her head back over her shoulder where the jacket in question was blocked from view behind her. Her voice remained calm and comforting as it had been when Faye was in the cell and faced with similar attacks of anxiety.

Pretha
CRIT Ldr


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