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Lounge - Icebreakers and Appetisers (TAG Kiama)

Posted Sept. 18, 2021, 1:12 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Kiama Naim (Chief Science Officer) (Silke Fahl)

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)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Namid Argimeau (Scientific Intelligence 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

Seeing nothing but Namid, Kiama stared at them for a few moments that felt like an eternity to her. Suddenly rising to her feet, her hand still holding their’s , she said almost conspiratorially, “Come. I have an idea.” There was a glitter of mischief and excitement in her black eyes and yet she also felt more than a little nervous. This could go two ways. Not to mention that she might get into trouble. Though that part was something she wasn’t actually worried about.

~Kiama Naim

Excitement bubbled in their belly as Kiama urged them to their feet. What did she have in mind? Namid thought to ask, but they had a nagging suspicion that mischief would refuse them answers. And it only fueled their intrigue. Tainted with an impish glint, they gave her hand a little squeeze and urged: “Lead the way.”

— Namid Argimeau

With a soft giggle Kiama led the way towards the nearest turbolift. Once inside she said, =/\= Deck 6. =/\= She then looked at Namid and felt as if she had butterflies for lunch who were now flying around her belly. At the same time she felt her heart starting to beat fast. She really wanted to kiss Namid, but she didn’t want to rush things and very short ride on the turbolift … yeah that wouldn’t be a great idea. So she just looked at them during the few seconds the turbolift took to get from deck eight to deck six.

The moment the doors opened in front of them, Kiama pulled Namid out and let the way down a few hallways till they arrived just outside one of the many labs on the Manhattan. It was only then that she let go of their hand. Leaning towards them, she whispered conspiratorially, “Follow me.”

Leading the way through the lab, Kiama chatted a little with some of the scientists there. Just as she would do any other day, even though she just wanted to get into her office. But she was supposed to lead by example, even she felt more like a lovesick teenager than a Starfleet Officer. But finally they reached her office and the doors closed behind them. “I thought here we could spend more time together and at least pretend to be working. Or really work while also continuing our conversation. If that’s okay for you. If not you can leave of course,” the mischievous and slightly sheepish grin on her face faltered a little as she started to think and thus started to worry whether or not this really had been a good idea.

~Kiama Naim


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