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Corridors 07:15 (RP opportunity)

Posted Feb. 14, 2023, 5:53 a.m. by Lieutenant Shock (Chief of Security) (Richard A)

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Corridors 07:15 (RP opportunity)

Posted by Lieutenant Shock (Chief of Security) in Corridors 07:15 (RP opportunity)

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Corridors 07:15 (RP opportunity)
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Marishka stepped out of somebody’s quarters wide awake and fully dressed. The look on her face said she had not been there for pleasure. She paused, glanced both ways, turned to her right, and began walking at a brisk pace. Whomever had misplaced her delivery would know her wrath.

  • Marishka

As Shock was walking on his way to his office this morning, he was reading reports on his pad. He knew it was not the best habit, but he found it efficient. He did not see Marishka, nor did he hear her, that much he was in his own world (perhaps he was a little unmeditated and had had a too little sleep recently), and suddenly found himself halting four centimetres from Marishka’s forehead.

“Please forgive my absent-mindedness,” he said, and took a big step backwards. “Are you alright?”

– Lt Shock (COS)

Marsihka looked the COS up and down and wondered how easily she could snap him in two right in the corridor. That was probably just the effect of the mood she was in though.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped back as well.

“No necessarily. Perhaps we should both watch where we’re going in the future. Those must be some very important reports.” she said calmly.

  • Marishka

Shock tried to un-pack what Marishka had said. The first sentence did not make sense. Had she replied to his “forgive my absent-mindedness” or “are you alright?” The maxims of conversation would imply that she had replied to the last, but it was not clear-cut.

“I will take better care in the future,” he said. “It is unfortunate that my reading them caused me to come so close to you. What was your reason not seeing me, if I may ask?”

– Shock

Marishka knew his question was valid but so was her rage at this time of the morning. She had also had very little sleep the night before, not to say that night had been uneventful, it had been quite glorious.

“You are not several kilograms of coffee beans.”

  • Marishka

It took longer than Shock wanted to make sense of what Marishka had said. Why did non-Vulcans always have to speak in riddles? What was the point of that?

“No, I am not,” he replied calmly, “but should you like to accompany me to my office and its replicator, we could drink coffee or some other drink, or share breakfast. If you have the time, that is. My morning is, despite my distracted appearance a minute ago, rather flexible.”

He had several matters he would like to discuss with Marishka at some time – the security arrangements in 17/18 Forward, for example, how Marishka, as host, would understand very much about guests and what goes on onboard, matters that might be helpful for Security to have an understanding in.

– Lt Sock (COS)

Marishka glanced back at the quarters she had just vacated. Perhaps the occupants would have a better explanation of what happened to the coffee beans, she had seen in the arboretum three hours ago, at a later date.

“I will accompany you to your office but I will not drink your coffee. Try as I might, I cannot get it to replicate a decent cup. I have had chef after chef, botanist and engineer alike, but it just doesn’t work for me. Let’s have tea.” Marishka suggested instead.

  • Marishka

Shock listened carefully. He knew that people had preferences, especially when it came to recreational drinks. For himself, it was with tea. He did not enjoy the replicated teas – he enjoyed the unique subtle variety of each new steep he’d make, playing around with the temperature of the water, the amount of leaves in the water, and how long he’d steep it for. Thus, each sip would give him a unique understanding. He had collected various sorts of tea, and he found a special affinity for Earth teas (especially of the East Asian kind), though Kelpien tea with its saltiness was also something he’d at occasions enjoy. In any case, Marishka would find a wide selection of teas in his office.

“I empathise with your predicament, I find the same when it comes to tea. Your suggestion is agreeable, I prefer tea as well.”

He led Marishka to the turbolift around the corner.

“Deck 14,” he commanded of the computer as they entered the lift.

“I understand this deck is familiar to you, with Arboretum. Did you ever meet my predecessor in my position, the previous chief of security? I am curious as how they were like. My crewmen don’t tell me much at all.”

– Shock


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