Posted Jan. 24, 2021, 1:55 p.m. by Ensign Charlie (Human Resources) (Calé Reilly)
Posted by Matt Evans in Starbase transitions - Meeting room
Posted by Ensign Charlie (Human Resources) in Starbase transitions - Meeting room
Posted by Matt Evans in Starbase transitions - Meeting room
Posted by… suppressed (1) by the Post Ghost! 👻
Ensign Charlie really was everywhere. Literally. It was if something temporal or even demonic was at work.She straightened her uniform and pushed her hair back from her forehead looking at the table set up, PaDDs in place, a carafe of water, coffee mugs waiting, handles all facing for the correct hand of the seat owner....except the one at the foot which was for Willow…she had read in the secret HR file that the woman liked mugs she could hold in two hands. She had put the wrong cup in place. Her 100 watt smile faltered and fell as a dark look crossed the once cheery features.
Stomping forward she took the offending cup, tossed it hard into the replicator where it shattered and she was able to re programme it for the correct mug. Smile back in place she carefully placed it and stepped back to inspect the rest of the set up for the meeting. Perfect.
Now all she needed was for the staff to arrive.
Ensign Charlie
HRShortly thereafter the doors opened to admit a man in a red command uniform with a Fleet Captain’s pips denoted on his neck. Curiously enough he had a furry ball on his other shoulder which was also wearing red. Behind him followed a small group of staffers to insure that everything went smoothly. After seeing the only person in the room with a cheery smile upon her face, he stepped towards her and looked deep into her eyes. “Hello Ensign. Are you a real person?” Any answer was interrupted when a staffer came up and whispered into his ear. “Oh of course she’s a real person. It’s just hard for me to tell sometimes.” He responded then listened to another bit of whispering. “Hey, you try to stay on a defunct starbase for three months by yourself while only eating tribbles and see how well your sanity holds up.”
He turned back to the Ensign and put his hand forward to shake hers. “I’m Fleet Captain Matt Evans, Fleet Commander… but I’m sure you know that.”
Fleet Captain Matt Evans
Ensign Charlie tilted her head and consider the man. “Yes sir. I am Ensign Chalrie fleet liaison from Human resources. It is nice to see you haven’t gone totally mad sir. Mania is such a fascinating condition.” She reached up to scratch the tribble on his shoulder with a grin. “Hello little guy. Aren’t you gorgeous in your little uniform.” She swept a hand at the table “please have a seat, can I get you a drink sir?”
Ensign Charlie
Matt moved to have a seat at the table while gently setting the tribble down off of his shoulder. “I’ll have a rum and coke if you please. Roger here would like some overcooked chicken wings with a honey glaze sauce. I’d ask if you had any tribble to cook, he’s gotten used to cannibalism, but he’s okay with chicken. As for not being totally mad, well we’re all a little crazy I think. I like to say my perspective of the universe just has a more unique tint to it.”
Fleet Captain Matt Evans
Ensign Charlie seemed unperturbed by this and did as was asked fetching to requested food and drink. She set them down before the Fleet commander and then quiet suddenly gave him a huge hug. “I hope your feeling fully recovered soon sir.” she said with a grin after releasing him. She waved off his entourage and then moved away to await her next victi…guest.
Ensign Charlie
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