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Holodeck 1 - Marshall/Sutalo Dinner

Posted March 8, 2019, 2:42 p.m. by Lieutenant Kusinut “Ember” Sutalo (Diplomatic Relations Officer) (Trin S)

Posted by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Surgery and Emergency Medicine) in Holodeck 1 - Marshall/Sutalo Dinner

Posted by Lieutenant Kusinut “Ember” Sutalo (Diplomatic Relations Officer) in Holodeck 1 - Marshall/Sutalo Dinner

Posted by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Surgery and Emergency Medicine) in Holodeck 1 - Marshall/Sutalo Dinner
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Drake came to holodeck 1 a few minutes early. Dressed in a sharp grey suit and black shirt, when he stepped inside, he was at once both nervous and confident. “Load program Marshall 2.” After a moment, the computer chirped a confirmation and the program appeared before his eyes. A sly smile crossed his face.

-Drake Marshall

Fearing she was running a bit late, Kusinut gave up on trying to get her stubborn hair to curl. Rolling her eyes, she allowed it to fall as it pleased, figuring that was probably the best option at this point. As she set the device down, her eyes drifted over to the black dress laying over a nearby chair, its simple albeit elegant structure managing only to send her anxiety out for a run. Sighing, she muttered a soft curse under her breath, quickly going to finish getting ready.

Arriving with only a minute to spare, Kusinut ran her hands over the sleek material of the dark dress, flattening any wrinkles she might have missed earlier. In effort to wipe away her aura of nervousness, she pulled on a confident smile, searching for any sign of Drake.

K. Sutalo
DRO

Drake smiled and stepped forward. “Ember. You look lovely.” He guided her into the holodeck. A single table in the style of a french bistro rested in the middle of a brilliant starscape. A narrow path went from door to table. He offered a hand to guide her down the path.

-Drake Marshall

“And you look quite ravishing, yourself.” Ember offered a tiny smile, following him into the holodeck. Although the holodeck were only the fragmented light bouncing from holoemiters, the bistro reminded her of Earth in a way that felt almost authentic. “This is gorgeous.” She admitted, throwing a faint smirk his way. “A French bistro, eh?” She chuckled, taking his hand. Ember couldn’t deny, he had put effort into this.. at least at some point on the road.

K. Sutalo
DRO

“What can I say? Underneath the cocky surgeon is a romantic.” As they approached the table he said “The starscape all around us? An actual capture of what’s around the Ogawa.” Drake pulled Ember’s chair out for her.

“I’d say fortune favours the bold tonight,” Ember grinned, noticing the inescapable beauty of the starscape. No matter how deep into the reaches of space she traveled, a view of the stars never grew old. “Why thank you,” She hummed, teasingly, taking a seat.

“So, any food or drink you like, the program will make.” Drake ordered a martini, shaken over ice. It appeared as it would from a replicator.

-Drake Marshall

“Anything?” Ember thought for a second. Born and raised in the sticks of Oregon, where the overgrowth of blackberry bushes had become a close friend to her family, her choice naturally had a blackberry base. Ordering a Bramble cocktail, she was a tad surprised to find the replicator actually had it on record. “Damn. I will never underestimate a replicator again.”

K. Sutalo
DRO

Drake raised his glass in a toast. “To a wonderful evening.”

“Wahi.” Ember rose her glass to him.

“So, Ember Sutalo, tell me about yourself.”

-Drake Marshall

“Hmm,” Ember contemplated, setting the glass down slowly, as if it were a fundamental question. “Well, I’m an Officer-gone-social worker with a background in Forensic science a kick-assery, as I like to call it.” She grinned. “Born and raised in the sticks of Oregon, munching on blackberry jam sandwiches, since I was about yeh high,” She indicated about two feet from the ground.

Ember was not quick to give up herself to others, her joking a mechanism of keeping herself safe. As much as she wanted to trust other people, it was as simple as she hoped.

K. Sutalo
DRO

OOC: Wahi; Ditto.


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