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Main Sim: SB - Willow’s Temporary office

Posted June 20, 2020, 7:08 p.m. by Lieutenant Robert Mason (Chief Engineer) (Joe P)

Posted by Captain Willow Taylor (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim: SB - Willow’s Temporary office

Posted by Lieutenant Robert Mason (Chief Engineer) in Main Sim: SB - Willow’s Temporary office

Posted by Captain Willow Taylor (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim: SB - Willow’s Temporary office
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“I was just looking to report in, ma’am,” he said somewhat cautiously. “But if this is a bad time, I can just return to putting your warp drive back together until you’re ready to handle that… administrivia.”

– Robert Mason, CE

Willow pushed her hair back and carefully stood, ”i seem to have a track record of meeting my chief engineers in a less than ideal professional manner, I apologise.” she gave a smile. And then…

When Willow was crawling around on the floor, seriously who does that when the CE is right there, she took a breath of a greenish black dust. It caused a brief coughing fit but nothing that wasn’t quickly overcome.

However a moment or two after Mason entered Willow felt dizzy and light headed, nauseated and tired all at once. She smelled the scent of roses, super fragrant red roses and then it was gone. All that she was left with from the experience was the feeling of regal authority. She was in charge and she would collect the head of anyone who questioned that authority.

GM Wombat

The coughing subsided. She blinked and shook her head as if to clear it. What was she doing again? Something about a chair…well of course she needed a chair, no not a chair a throne. A towering throne.

Bob made extra effort not to express more concern than was necessary. He didn’t want to seem anxious in front of his new boss.

She looked around and wrinkled her nose at the mess, and what was she wearing. Urgh. Turning she surveyed Mason with only the faintest idea of who he was. ”Well don’t just stand there, get this mess cleared up and find me a throne.” she told him.

Willow Taylor
CO

The reaction that Mason gave was reflexive, having been a highly trained Starfleet officer: “Yes, ma’am!” He stood ramrod straight upon saying it for a moment, before promptly starting to gather pieces up off the floor. As soon as his hands had as many parts as he could carry, he would dump them all into the nearby replicator, and after pressing a few override commands, made them de-materialize. It took several rounds of this before all of the pieces were cleaned up.

That was kind of a weird change of mood, he thought as he was doing this oddly tedious task. This must be some kind of weird test. His approach was the fastest, most practical way to clean everything up that was available to him on this starbase that he could think of, so he was confident he would win all of the points in that category if it was that kind of test. He didn’t particularly like this kind of testing but he knew it was something some Captains occasionally did to new people under their command, so he definitely didn’t think as much of it as he should have…

– Robert Mason, CE

Willow surveyed his reaction and seemed pleased. ”Excellent, we shall not forget your attention to detail and quick thinking Master Builder. Now, I shall have my throne built and it will be installed on the central court of this palace by noon tomorrow. Then all in the land shall attend my coronation.” her tone had taken on a slight crisp sound, as if she were transitioning between her normal voice and a weirdly muddled upper English accent.

Bob had sufficient discipline to avoid expressing any of the dismay that was rapidly washing over him as the Captain kept talking.

She picked up a PaDD and began fanning herself airily with it. ” Indeed you make yourself useful, I shall not call the guard and have them remove you from my presence, and your head from the presence of your body, just yet.”

“Well that’s…” there was a half second pause as Bob thought about word choice very carefully. “Swell.” Thankfully there wasn’t much attention being paid to what he was saying.

Walking to the door she pointed her new fan at a passing NE ”You there…playing card, what are you!?” the young woman snapped to attention and blinked confusedly at her. Willow loomed over her and peering at the two shiney pips on her collar continued, ”Ahh yes, the 2 of clubs. Fetch your queen a dress…this outfit will not do. No, not at all.”

She glanced at Mason, ”And do you need any further cards to assist you in your task master builder?” She asked in such a way that those easily bored of a situation do only because society dictates that manners are taught, even if they aren’t properly embedded and believed in. She waited, fanning herself.

Willow Taylor
CO

“Um… No, Your Highness… I will begin on the task immediately, with an inspection of the… central court… with your leave.”

He had to find Dira. Whatever was happening was clearly not right.

– Robert Mason, CE


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