Posted by Lieutenant Kiama Naim (Chief Science Officer) in Calloway’s Quarters- Always Time for Dinner
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Calloway’s Quarters- Always Time for Dinner
It had been weird, but the sensation of light reflecting on water kept showing up. Faye smiled as she moved through her quarters. It wasn’t her decision despite having been compelled to be the voice of change for the Graviens (what hilarity that was) but it had also felt right. As she ahd been going through her own massive changes she had been allowed to be the voice of what good they could do. Cool. =/\=Calloway to Naim.=/\=
Kiama was still sitting in her office, lost in her thoughts. So it took her a moment to register that she had indeed heard Faye’s voice over the com. Taping her combadge, she asked, =/\= Naim here. What can I do for you Faye? =/\= Hearing her friend’s voice had brought a smile to her face. And while Faye couldn’t see it, she most likely could hear it in her voice.
=/\=Dinner at my place. The replicator is cooking. What say you?=/\= she said as she moved a tray of seedlings back under the lights after having watered them.
=/\= That sounds perfect. Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be there, =/\= Kiama grinned as she rose to her feet and quickly moved towards the door. Of course she could head straight over to Faye’s quarters, but she’d much rather get out of her uniform first and freshen up a little.
=/\=See you then. Calloway out.=/\= Faye grinned. While she had managed to keep Kiama out of the chaos to a degree, she had been sharing bit and pieces over lunch here and there and she had been genuinely surprised at how much she enjoyed the time she spent with the CSO. Not because of Kiama at all (though Faye gave the woman extra props as a telepath for handling her friend’s chaotic mind with such grace), but more because when she had made friends at all in the past it tended to fizzle out when things got intense. That or they went on to other assignments. In that regard, Starfleet had been terrible for her social growth.
About 15 minutes later, her curly hair now hanging loosely down her back, Kiama stood in front of Faye’s quarters; dressed in one of her favourite dresses and a pair of ballerina flats. The dress was cream coloured and looked like a vintage, 1950’s tea dress. the lower quarter of it was printed over and over with butterflied in all colours of the rainbow. So many that none of the cream colour of the dress was visible. The closer the printed butterflies got to her chest, the fewer there were; leaving only about a handful on the upper third of the dress. Beaming and feeling excited to have more than a few minutes over lunch together, Kiama pressed the chime and waited to be called inside.
“It’s open,” came the immediate reply.
Inside, Faye’s quarters were as they often were: incredibly tidy. Except for the growing pile of stuff on the sofa. Clothes, shoes, a stack of PADDs. But no Faye.
Faye appeared from her bedroom with a slight frown, holding a swath of fabric in her hands. She stopped and looked Kiama over. “Wow, you look pretty,” she said with a smile. She herself was wearing black trousers and one of her many sloganed t-shirts. This one was purple one that said ‘I’ve got a heart, but this mouth.’ “I’d have dressed up but I have so few dressy things and I think I’m packing all of them.” She frowned again. “I have no idea what I’m doing and as usual am overthinking it. It’s just a week, on Starbase. It’s not like I’m travelling to Earth to spend a week with the man!” She sighed and moved over to the sofa.
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