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De'ja Vu... Dinner and a chat... This seems familiar! (CO)

Posted June 26, 2020, 4:48 p.m. by Civilian Char'les Harv (Officer's Mess Chef) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Pretha Oberon (Security Officer / CRIT Leader) in De’ja Vu… Dinner and a chat… This seems familiar! (CO)

Posted by Civilian Char’les Harv (Officer’s Mess Chef) in De’ja Vu… Dinner and a chat… This seems familiar! (CO)

Posted by Lieutenant Pretha Oberon (Security Officer / CRIT Leader) in De’ja Vu… Dinner and a chat… This seems familiar! (CO)
(This takes place the afternoon after Cochrane and Zef’s dinner)

Raye had finished her reports and had to send them to the Captain. Slipping them onto a PaDD, she decided to take them to him herself. She was heading to the gym anyway and the stroll would do her good.

Dressed in her work out clothes, covered in a comfortable pair of sweat pants, she arrived on the bridge. Nodding to a few folks she tapped the office door and waited to be sure Cochrane wasn’t busy.

Vorraye Anders
Diplomat

“Looking for me?” came a familiar voice, and the center chair swiveled around to present Cochrane. “Contrary to popular belief, Ms. Anders, I don’t actually live in my office.” and he chuckled, as did a member or two of the bridge crew. Standing, he walked over and, smiling, said “And what does the Diplomatic Corps have for us today?”

Cochrane, CO

She laughed. “Actually I think you do live in your office and are merely at work when in The Chair.” She smiled and came to sit beside him. “I thought I would get you out, so to speak. How about dinner in the mess tonight? Someplace with real dishes and silverware and an actual table?” She laughed.

Raye
Diplomat

He looked at the display in the arm of his chair. “I can at… well, it will be a late meal if that’s ok. I can meet you at 2000. Actually, 2015.” and he looked at the PaDD in her hand. “Your reports, I assume.” and he chuckled.

Cochrane, CO

OOC: Fixing Raye’s signature (whoops)

Raye smiled and handed them to him. “Yes, Sir. And this way you can read them here.” She winked getting up. “While you are at work.” She laughed and nodded. “Permission to leave? And I’ll see you at 2015 in the Officer’s mess?”

Raye
Diplomat

He nodded and said “Ms. Anders, you are a civilian. You dont have to ask permission to leave.” with a chuckle. “And yes, see you then.” he then looked over to the Engineering JO and said “Ensign Vorsak, find out when the calibration on the deflector dish module manipulators will be complete. Please and thank you, Ensign.”

Cochrane, CO

She smiled and turned to go, but leaned down and whispered, “But it made you smile…” She stood up and headed for the door. “Have a good afternoon, Captain,” she said then disappeared into the lift.


Raye headed straight for the Officer’s mess and sought out the chef. After explaining she had talked the Captain into a dinner at the mess, she asked if there was something special he could make for the two of them.

Raye
Diplomat

Chef Harv looked at her and said “Well, it wont be steaks and seafood chowder. That’s what he had last night with that Counselor woman.” and he laughed. “Does he know you two are both chasing after him? ‘Cause as smart as he is, he sure seems more than a bit oblivious.” and he laughed again. Waving her off, he said “Yeah, yeah… special something for two. Got it. It’ll be ready… what time you gonna be here?”

Harv, Chef

Raye smiled. “Well that explains him not being accessible for dinner last night.”

When Harv said Zef was vieing for the Captain as well. She shook her head. “If he doesn’t now, he will eventually. I can wait. As for dinner, nothing special or exuberant. Maybe a favorite of his he hasn’t had in a while. If it’s not to much trouble. If she wined and dined him this past evening, no point in making another big show.” She looked at the chef. “I like him Harv. I’m not gonna lie or beat around the bush. But I’m not gonna roll over and concede either.”

Raye
Diplomat

Harv waved his hands and said “I am not getting involved in this. Just tell what time, and I’ll go cook. That’s what I do.”

Harv, Chef

She laughed. “Nothing to get in the middle of, Harv, I promise. Just keep it casual, nothing fancy. And he said he should be here by 2015. Is that sufficient time? And do you want some help?” The offer was genuine as was the concern. She would happily take whatever was on the menu for them both, as she often did. But she didn’t want the chef to feel slighted if she didn’t bother to at least ask.

Raye
Diplomat

“Nope. Got it. Dinner at fifteen after eight. Table is over there.” and he pointed to the same table from the previous night.

Harv, Chef


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