Posted July 16, 2022, 8:08 p.m. by Lieutenant Paige Rowan (Counselor) (Calé Reilly)
Posted by Lieutenant Maria Beckett (Chief of Security) in Many Hats - Tag CNS
Posted by Lieutenant Paige Rowan (Counselor) in Many Hats - Tag CNS
Posted by Lieutenant Maria Beckett (Chief of Security) in Many Hats - Tag CNS
The Lieutenant made her way through the Memorial. Anyone taking a look at the security chief just then knew to get out of her way. It was the set of her jaw, the set of her brow, the purpose of her stride as she marched through the ship, almost leaving a dark wake behind her. Even if she wasn’t necessarily, it looked like she was spoiling for a fight, and despite her average stature, there was an unmistakable danger for anyone too much in her way.Stopping just outside the Counselor’s office she sighed, straightened the black and gold uniform. She missed the red from Strategic Ops on Outpost 42. It just worked better for her. Of course her Sector 31 uniform could pick up any color she needed to move from one department to the other. But for now operations gold was fine, as it worked for tactical, security, and intelligence, and all the other hats she was wearing.
Reaching out, she punched the door chime with a sigh. The one big difference for most such offices was that instead of sending an audible tone, it usually sent a silent signal for the counselor in question in case they were in session and they needed to avoid sudden noise or interruption. That way they could draw things to a close as was appropriate. Though it might be a bit of a wait.
Lt Becket, COS/CIO/CAG
Inside the office the tone did indeed play and was answered with a short muffled yipping bark. “Come in!” A voice called while the panel with the chime turned green, an indication that visitors were welcome.
Inside the office, a woman with long dark hair pulled up in a pony tail was busy taking a bonsai tree from a container. A few other boxes were open and seemed to indicate she was unpacking some personal possessions. The desk had been moved to the corner of the room with two seats in front of it and the majority of the space taken up with some squashy looking seats and a sofa and chairs making a small circle around a coffee table with a built in water feature and some sand. A zen garden it seemed. A small round cushion sat on the floor by the desk where a jet black fox sat patiently, ears on alert and tail swishing as it took in the stranger at the door. It didn’t move however.
Paige smiled and placed the bonsai on a book shelf. “Hello, I’m Paige, how can I help?”
Paige Rowan
CNS((Welp, that’s what I get for posting when I’m tired, left out some crucial details))
The woman on the other side of the portal wore a set of lieutenant’s pips like her, with jet black hair pulled back into tight, neat bun. Shew as a decade older, though ti would have been hard to tell for most. She was athletic, with the kind of build most career security or tactical types worked into, but tempered. There were hints of stress lines around the eyes, the mouth, and perhaps hints of salt creeping in just a tiny bit into her dark hair.
Stepping into the office space she took note of the layout, assessing distances, and sizing Rowan up, first tactically… and then socially. It was fast, reflexive, so ingrained it was automatic and the woman probably wasn’t even aware of it anymore. “Nice setup. Or it will be,” she observed, breaking into a small smile. “I’m Lieutenant Beckett,” she said offering a hand. “Do you prefer your rank or salutation for address?” Either were appropriate, though rank was moreso since Maria wasn’t a civilian nor were they academic colleagues.
Paige’s smile widened and she took the hand and shook it. “Whatever you’re most comfortable with is fine.” She said goodnaturedly as she looked around the room.
She’s either running behind, or it took a little bit to figure out how she wanted to use the space, Maria mused silently. “I hope I’m not too early. When I saw the appointment on my itinerary for the day I figured it was best to get it out of the way. Can I help you move any of your gear?” fro the moment she ignored the dark-furred fox, though she kept one eye on it, unsure of how it would react. Foxes weren’t known to be aggressive or hostile. Most were skittish if not playful and friendly, especially the semi-domesticated ones.
Lt Beckett, COS/CIO/CAG
“No not at all, you know what they say, no time like the present!” She glanced at the boxes and gave a light chuckle.
“Thank you for offering. It’s more decorative really. I tend to give myself a week or so before I rearrange the furniture so to speak. Let’s me know what sort of office space I want to set up.”
The fox settled itself on its cushion, head on paws, still watching.
Paige glanced at it. “That’s Maddox. He won’t bother us if you’re concerned.” She indicated the seating arrangements. “Would you care to sit down while we chat?”
Paige Rowan
CNS
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