In lounge – having an early lunch (all and everyone welcome)

Posted Sept. 19, 2023, 9:04 p.m. by Civilian Khabal (Civilian) (David Bennett)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Faye Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in In lounge – having an early lunch (all and everyone welcome)

Posted by Lieutenant Shock (Chief of Security) in In lounge – having an early lunch (all and everyone welcome)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Liam Madison (Chief Science Officer) in In lounge – having an early lunch (all and everyone welcome)
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As if on cue a waiter stepped over with a chair and said it where shock had made room for it.

“Could you please bring me one of those three cheese omelets, and make certain to add the mushrooms this time. Also I think I need another cup of coffee if I’m going to get through the rest of this day.”

“Oh! Omelet and coffee sounds good. For me too as well, please,” Calloway said.

Liam stepped into the lounge. A few officers glanced his way, stirring up his awareness and anxiety. He wasn’t surprise since he rarely step foot in the lounge. It was difficult to justify it since injects fulfilled his basic needs. However, he did miss favors and textures causing him to venture from his labs.

In the back of his mind, he could see Kingston pleased with his spur of the moment decision. She wanted him to push out of his shell more after their sessions.

With determined steps, he moved to the replicator and punched in his order. He settled on spice tea, baked salmon with lemon, and mixed green salad with garlic bread. Nothing too extreme. Gripping his tray, he turned and glanced at the seating arrangements. Now, he just needed to find a place to sit.

  • CSO, Liam J. Madison, Sci.

As Mariska waited for her order she slid into the chair that had been provided and glanced around the bar again as she often did. She hadn’t noticed Liam walking in the room but rather sensed his presence. Glancing around again she realized whom it was.

“Mr Dawson, if you have some time later on I would love to continue our conversation or perhaps you could join us.”

She had said loud enough to be overheard but not loud enough to take over the conversation of the entire establishment.

  • Marishka

Faye didn’t know the CSO personally and so far they had not interacted one-on-one. She should probably rectify that.

~Faye Calloway, CIO

“The more, the merrier,” Shock stated in his monotone Vulcan way.

– Lt Shock

Upon catching Mariska’s statement, Liam wondered if he had interrupted something. He bit back the hesitation swelling in the back of his mind as he spotted an empty seat nearby. Casually, he walked toward it and settled in.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Liam politely asked.

-CSO, Liam J. Madison, Sci.

“Not at all,” Shock said. “It is agreeable to have you join us.”

Shock took another bite of his oily potato. “I will order some tea. Would anyone else like to share a pot with me?”

– Shock

“I will,” Calloway said. “I usually prefer coffee but I’ve come to appreciate a good tea as well.”

She turned to gaze at the CSO and eyed him intently for a moment. It was more a curious and assessing gaze, though Faye was well aware that her facial expressions could be hard to interpret some days. “Commander Madison, we haven’t met yet. I’m Faye Calloway, the new Chief Intelligence Officer.”

~Faye Calloway, CIO

Somewhere back in the kitchen Khabal had received Marishka’s order. After watching the cook stuff prep the order they brought it over to the small table where cabal sat and set it down in front of him.

“Well, are you going to take it out to her?” asked Ted.

Khabal smiled and shook his head and looked down at the items. With a little bit of concentration, the shadow spread from underneath the plate deep and black, darker than what would be natural for the lighting in the room. The items on the table sank into the shadow and the shadow vanished.

At the table a shadow spread from under Marishka’s hand in front of her in a circle just big enough for her items to rose up from it. The shadow retracted leaving Marishka’s order sitting on the table in front of her, fresh from the kitchen.

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