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Lounge - Icebreakers and Appetisers (TAG Kiama)

Posted Sept. 12, 2021, 10:17 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Namid Argimeau (Scientific Intelligence Officer) (Trinity Fister)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Kiama Naim (Chief Science Officer) in Lounge - Icebreakers and Appetisers (TAG Kiama)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Namid Argimeau (Scientific Intelligence Officer) in Lounge - Icebreakers and Appetisers (TAG Kiama)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Kiama Naim (Chief Science Officer) in Lounge - Icebreakers and Appetisers (TAG Kiama)
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Namid’s eyes crinkled in a smile. “Great! Just bring yourself,” they paused, “oh… and a comfortable pair of shoes. Regulation boots get a little stiff after awhile.” Their gaze strayed to a nearby chronometer. It mocked them, not with accusations of tardiness but the inevitable truth that lunch would end they’d drift back into the daily routine. Namid shook it away. “So, do you want to meet up on the Event Horizon,” they asked, “or shall I stop by?”

— Namid Argimeau

“Stop by,” Kiama replied almost instantly, a wide smile playing across her dark face while she felt blood rush into her cheeks. It had been a long time since someone had picked her up for a date and the plans they were making certainly felt like a date date. “And bringing myself and comfortable shoes is definitely doable,” she added with a wink. Her gaze had followed Namid’s to the chronometer, but she really didn’t want to think about her lunch break being eventually over. Not because she didn’t like her work. Most of the time she actually loved it and would forget everything else over it. But she hated that she and Namid would have to part ways for now. Especially since the first week on the station seemed so far away.

~Kiama Naim

Namid halted, their breath escaping without the crafty quip they’d prepared to save themself from the embarrassment of ‘meet you at the Event Horizon’. But she agreed. What were they supposed to say now? Namid managed a slight, delighted smile. “Uh… perfect!” They regained their composure and jabbed a reluctant thumb at the chronometer. “I’ve got a nagging feeling that clock has it out for us,” they sighed, “are you ready to head out?”

— Namid Argimeau

Without stopping to think, Kiama replied, “No, I’m not. I love my work, but … right now I’d much rather stay here and spend more time with you.” And before she could think better of it, she found herself reaching forward with her right hand and cupping Namid’s cheek gently. For maybe a heartbeat she stared into their eyes and then realised what she was doing and quickly dropped her hand. Her cheeks burning and stumbling over her words, she stuttered, “I’m sorry … I didn’t … I don’t know … I didn’t think … I …”

~Kiama Naim

Namid’s jaw tensed, pulling their lips into a thin line. They hadn’t registered her touch until it fled. And it left them with a dull, writhing ache in their chest. They missed it. “No…” Namid reached out to tenderly grasp her hand “....you don’t… it’s okay.” They took in a breath to say something profound, but their mind tangled itself into a ball of half-baked thoughts. “I…” their gaze darted to the tabletop, but they mustered the courage to meet her lovely gaze, “I don’t want to leave.”

Namid couldn’t transmute their tumult to words, but the crooked grin forming at the corners of their mouth said everything she and they needed to know.

— Namid Argimeau


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