Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Namid Argimeau (Scientific Intelligence Officer) in Lounge - Icebreakers and Appetisers (TAG Kiama)
“I know you’re there…” Namid hunched over a microscope, their eye hovering at its ocular lens while tawny fingers tapped aimlessly at the desk beneath “…now is not the time to play hard to get!” They pulled back, a scowl playing their features, and shot the device a look of feigned disgust. To their dismay, it was immune to human antics.
“Having some trouble, Argimeau?” They whipped around to find a Bajoran man perched at an adjacent station, his eyes glistening in good humour. He leaned forward, tossing a gesture toward the microscope. “What did the poor thing do, now?”
“Nothing, Tasyi… that’s the problem.” Namid shrugged, chagrin infecting their trademark grin. “But I suppose it’s not the microscope’s fault my samples are inconclusive.”
“Eh, probably not.” Tasyi chuckled, tilting his head slightly to the right. He seemed to study their setup — a computer terminal, various slides and Petri dishes neatly arranged on the countertop, a microscope and a lonely PaDD — but they couldn’t determine whether it was intrigue or confusion that spilt into his expression. “What are you up to anyway–”
Beep! An awful, alarm-like shriek erupted from their PaDD, leaving Namid grateful Tasyi was the only other soul within 20 metres of them. “Heh..” Namid coughed, blush ravaging their dark cheeks. With a crooked glance his way, they traversed the desk to snag the PaDD from its perch, promptly silencing its cry.
Schedule Notification: Lunch, it read, 15 minutes.
“Well,” Namid glanced up to find Tasyi staring at them expectantly. “It looks like I’ve gotta run.”
“Fine,” he huffed. “But I still want to know whatever.. that is.”
“Later, capiche?” They tossed him a wink and turned back to their set up. It took them six minutes to repackage and store their samples, another four to ensure the equipment was cleaned and secure. By the time they were waving Tasyi ‘goodbye, they had five minutes to spare.
Flicking waist-length braids behind them, Namid wove through Deck 4’s winding corridors and hitched a ride on the aft turbolift. Anxiously, they drummed their foot against the floor, hoping they wouldn’t greet Kiama with a habit of being tardy. But as its doors peeled open, Namid released the tension with a soft breath and pursued the lounge.
Greeting a pair of Ensigns, Namid afforded them a kind smile and motioned them ahead. They entered a moment later, latent wonder rapidly saturating their charcoal eyes. Its merriment infected Namid as they observed the fleeting smiles and idle chitchat that feed into the lounge’s natural din. Though tempted to obey their intrigue, excitement for their meeting soon conquered it. Shaking their head, a flicker of enthusiasm passing through their features, Namid meandered ahead in search of one Kiama Naim.
— Namid Argimeau, Scientific Intel
Deeply immersed in a PaDD in her dark hands, Kiama was sitting at a table in a somewhat secluded corner of the lounge. While she generally liked being around people, she felt like a quieter, more private table would be better for the lunch … meeting? date? whatever one wanted to call this. Her intention had been to keep an eye on the door to see when Namid arrived and to then wave them over. But having arrived several minutes early, her curiosity regarding the new data she had received from her friend and colleague had gotten the better of her. So once again she was studying brain scans while she was off duty. She certainly wasn’t the best role model for anyone in her department when it came to a healthy work-life-balance.
~Lt. Naim, CSO
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