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CSO's Office - Icebreakers and Appetisers

Posted Nov. 15, 2021, 11:17 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Namid Argimeau (Scientific Intelligence Officer) (Trin S)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Namid Argimeau (Scientific Intelligence Officer) in CSO’s Office - Icebreakers and Appetisers

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Kiama Naim (Chief Science Officer) in CSO’s Office - Icebreakers and Appetisers

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Namid Argimeau (Scientific Intelligence Officer) in CSO’s Office - Icebreakers and Appetisers
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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.

Animated, Namid slipped into the turbolift and shot their partner-in-crime a dimpled grin. Where was she taking them? Their eyes drifted to the scuffed, grey-washed floor before attaining the composure to meet her gaze. And they swore their heart leapt from its cage. Where was she… Namid realised they didn’t much care. Any excuse to steal another moment with her was incentive enough for them.

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.”

Her tug yanked Namid from their thoughts, urging them to wander into a network of tangled halls. They floundered only briefly before finding their footing. But it was accompanied by a burst of soft, bashful laughter. Right turn. Left turn. Right turn. Namid kept pace with Kiama only to come to an abrupt half before a familiar lab. Why—their lips parted in question, but she stopped them before the words fled their tongue. Namid managed only an affirming nod, curiosity aflame in their eyes.

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

Namid offered a string of ‘Good afternoon’s and ‘How’s the project coming along?’s, but they were little more than pleasantries designed to appease than to engage. When they reached her office, Namid shot a final glance at the lab before ducking inside. They released a pent-up breath and turned to Kiama. She wanted them to stay? At first, they weren’t sure what to say. Their heart said: yes! But their brain had to wonder… was this right? Namid squashed the thought before it had the chance to permeate their mind with needless worry.

“Is that okay?” Namid echoed and took a minute step closer. “I’d be a fool to pass up the chance to spend more time with you.” Wooo… they winced …that was cheesy. “I mean–er–yes. That’d be… great.”

— Namid Argimeau

Kiama smiled and chuckled a little nervously and then made an all encompassing gesture, taking in her office. Nothing had changed, really, since the last time Namid had been in here. It was still a very standard looking department heads office. None of the furniture had been replaced by anything personal and the only personal items in the room were an unlit scented candle and an Eastern Murex sea shell sitting on one corner of her desk. Her desk stood to the right, slightly diagonally so she could see the whole room and - when the door was open - also part of the lab, with one chair behind it and to for visitors in front. On the left hand wall stood a small, standard couch, a glass coffee table and a matching armchair. “Uhm, … please … have a seat. Can I get you anything from the replicator?” she asked a little awkwardly.

~Kiama Naim

Their gaze drifted through Kiama’s nook, unwittingly gravitating to the Eastern Murex they’d discussed a week prior. Week. Namid struggled to accept a mere week elapsed since they met Kiama. It wasn’t like an “I feel like I’ve known you forever” kind of jazz, but it felt longer than a week. Perhaps it was the way she made them feel. Content? Exhilarated? Curious? Namid could ascribe a host of words to the feeling, but none of them felt right. Maybe it was too soon to tell. It’d only been a week after all. Namid scowled inwardly at the thought.

“Oh, no. I’m okay…” Namid assured with a minute smile and took the seat across from her desk. “What’s on your work agenda today?” They sensed the awkwardness in her tone and tried to remedy it with a standard question. Whether it’d work was up in the air. But it was worth a shot. Awaiting her answer, Namid slung their bag over the chair and pulled a PaDD from its depths. They didn’t have much else but analyses and reports to write. Simple enough.

— Namid Argimeau

After getting a cup of herbal tea for herself, Kiama slipped onto her chair and said, “Feel free to help you to anything if you change your mind.” She then let her gaze travel across her desk before looking at Namid again as she continued, “Just some paper work. I have a few reports to write and the duty roster needs a few adjustments. What about you?” Lifting her cup, Kiama took a small sip. She seemed - and felt - a little more relaxed, less nervous and awkward than a few moments ago. Talking about something so ordinary as reports and duty rosters had helped settle her nerves a little. Even though she still felt like a giddy and hormonal teenager, though with slightly more control over what she was doing.

~Kiama Naim

Namid scraped at a small, nearly undetectable spot on their PaDD. It mocked them with pings and reminders that Argimeau set themself but somehow became a testament to their forgetfulness. “Nothing nearly as exciting as paperwork…” Ami shifted their gaze to Kiama, relaxing when they noticed the ease tempering her tension. “I’ve got a few reports to submit,” they waved the PaDD, “and metabolomic analysis of a ghouri’i plant.” An earnest, wonder-filled glint touched their eyes as they mentioned their research. Kiama had likely been on the receiving end of their countless reports speculating the medicinal properties of the alien plant. They trusted they would soon know for sure.

Eased by their idle conversation, Namid knew they could and would babble for hours, but duty urged them to fall quiet. Their attention to work didn’t stop them, however, from tossing her the occasional lopsided grin or fleeting glance.

– Namid Argimeau

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