Calloway's Quarters- Always Time for Dinner

Posted May 6, 2021, 4:38 p.m. by Lieutenant Kiama Naim (Chief Science Officer) (Silke Fahl)

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Calloway’s Quarters- Always Time for Dinner

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
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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.

~Faye Calloway

=/\= 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.

~Kiama Naim

“It’s open,” came the immediate reply.

Stepping through the door, Kiama looked around, wondering where Faye might be. Clearly she was somewhere in her quarters, but Kiama wasn’t going to poke around. So she just stood there in the middle of the living area, waiting for Faye to appear.

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.

~Faye Calloway

Following Faye over to the couch, Kiama placed her hands gently but firmly on Faye’s shoulders and said, “Sit and take a deep breath. One perk of my upbringing: I know how to pick clothes for pretty much any occasion. So let me help you, okay?” Her voice, while very gentle, also hinted at the fact that she wouldn’t really allow any arguments.

~Kiama Naim

She gave Kiama a cheeky grin. “I knew there was a reason I kept hanging out with you.” But Faye exhaled audibly and some of the tension slipped out of her body.

“See, posh Betazoids can be good for something,” Kiama laughed winked.

Sitting she unfurled the garment she held up a black dress that was probably just above the knee on Faye with long sleeves and a daring low-cut V-neck. “I’m not sure what this says, but I’m not sure there is a dress that says ‘Hey I love you and I want you to think I’m sexy, but I’m a cargo pants and tshirt gal and used to having grease and dirt smeared on my cheeks and dates are new thing for me,’” she said with a laugh. This all felt different than dressing up for her pizza night (though she had bene a wreck trying to choose what to wear then too) or her dinner with Alex.

~Faye Calloway

“Faye,” Kiama said gently. “He knows you and he loves you. I’m sure you could show up in rags or the most hideous costume and he’d still find you beautiful and sexy. Let me tell you something from experience: A dress can look absolutely amazing or sexy, but if the person wearing it feels uncomfortable in it, then it doesn’t look great at all. Whereas someone can wear the plainest clothes you can imagine and feel comfortable and they can look like the most beautiful person in the galaxy. So all we have to do is find things that you like and feel good in, okay?”

~Kiama Naim

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