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Arrival on the Odin - The search for room 717

Posted July 2, 2020, 1:37 a.m. by Commander Mason Black (Executive Officer) (David Shotton)

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“I ain’t ever seen yous,” the man raised his sandwich in a half salute as the doors to the turbo began to close. “And ah it’s next Saturday I was talking ‘bout,” was the last thing Paris and Mason heard as the doors snapped closed.

“Now that is a man that will go places.” Mason said dryly, and leaned against the back of the turbo lift and put the bags on the ground.

Paris moved next to Mason and took a seat on one of the bags. “Okay we do this one more time and if our quarters are not on the other side of the door I say we pull the fire alarm, wait for security to arrive, claim it was a surprise drill, and you make them carry our bags to your quarters,” she leaned her head against his arm. Eight hours ago the idea of taking the impromptu shuttle heading here sounded great. They would arrive before schedule and while it was late, they could wake up in their new quarters rested after three days of travel with broken sleep. Now Paris was wishing they opted for the shuttle they were supposed to have taken and gotten up at zero four thirty hours to make it.

Leaning down, Mason leaned her head back slightly and kissed her on the lips gently. “That is a fantastic idea,” he told her, “I knew there were more than nineteen reasons I love you.”

“Only nineteen,” she said playfully. “Guess I am going to have to remind you about reasons 20-75 later tonight,” she winked at him.

“You might just at that,” Mason agreed. “We can go through them one by one, slowly, so I don’t forget.” Mason stood up straight once again and turned to the door, her hand in his.

As the shuttle doors opened, one thing finally went their way since stepping onto the USS Odin. On a shiny metal plate was the single word: Deck Seven.

Paris Carisi Armorer

Mason looked at it a moment, then took the bags when Paris stood once more and stepped out of the turbolift. “You know,” he began, “I think that room guide was Deck Seven, Room Seventeen,” he said to her. “Not room 717, somebody forgot to put the dots in between.” He raised his eyebrow and began counting steps and then finally stopped, looking to his right. Room 17 stared back at him.

“Baby, we’re home,” he said and grinned, then looked over at the opposite door. “Who the hell do you think this Willamenia Roy is that we had to have a warning from handy andy down below?”

Cmdr Black, XO

As if on cue the door opposite Mason’s slid open. In the entry was a woman standing like she was expecting anyone but Mason on the other side. A flicker of shock danced across her eyes before settling on Mason. Slowly pulling her arm down from its position over her head as she lounged in the frame of the doorway, Willamenia moved towards Mason. “So you are my deck buddy,” she extended her hand for Mason to shake.

Putting down the bag in his off-hand so that he didn’t have to let go of Paris’ hand, Mason reached forward and took that offered by the woman. “You have deck buddy’s on this ship?” Mason asked, shooting Paris a glance. His eyes asked everything that Paris would recognise, what the heck was a deck buddy? Idly he wondered if it was anything like a deck appointment, in Wilamenia’s case, it definitely sounded like it was a deck appointment. “Mason Black,” he introduced himself, “and this is my fiance, Paris Carisi. We just transferred in, I’m the ships new XO and Paris here is the Odin’s new Armourer.” Mason gestured to the woman’s casual attire, “I’m sorry if we disturbed you, or if we weren’t who you were expecting.”

Paris was not sure what to make of the woman but found the situation rather amusing to watch. She and Mason had been on the Asimov for so long it was like culture shock being transferred here. The Asimov was the equivalent of a small town. The Odin was a major city. With that comparison in mind, all Paris could think of was how crazy people could be in big cities.

“I am Willamenia Roy. Night officer of the science labs. I just got off shift which is why I am not in uniform Sir but once I opened the door I couldn’t rightly pretend I didn’t see you now could I,” Roy’s voice held a sultry purr.

Paris cocked an eye confused at what was occurring. Yes it was now 7 am but most officers when they got off a shift did not slip into PJs that fast nor greet someone at the door the way she did. Obviously she was expecting company. Thankfully the man that warned her and Mason about not knocking on the wrong door did not share the full story of why.

“Not at all, that would have been, odd, yes,” about as odd as opening the door at the slightest sound of people and leaning on the doorframe like your toyboy was waiting outside Mason thought to himself, but smiled.

“So how do you like our little ship,” she asked gesturing down the hall with a hand as if Mason was standing in a home and not a Federation starship.

Paris could not believe the woman was standing in the hallway in her Pajamas. She would also lay down money that Willamenia Roy had to be some quarter Orion.

Paris. Carisi.

“Well I wouldn’t exactly call it little, it’s a bit bigger than the competition I think. Paris and I had quite the tour trying to find our room, a gentleman in the lower decks gave us directions and mentioned you might have had a late night, in case we were loud I’m guessing.” Squeezing Paris’ hand, he turned and pressed the button that opened the door to their quarters.

“Anyhow, miss Roy, I think we should let you get some rest. Night shift is long, we’ve all been there so, um, we’ll let you get back to, whatever you were doing. It’s been a real pleasure meeting you.” Reaching down, he picked up the bag he had dropped earlier and smiled at Paris. “I could do with some rest myself love, and maybe some coffee.”

Cmdr Black, XO

Paris turned around and looked at the nameplate. The glistening strip of metal held two things besides a shine that was almost as brilliant as a mirror: the number 717 and the name Commander Mason Black. Paris looked at Mason and smiled. “You know for a wedding gift I want this to say Mr. and Mrs.” she winked at him. Placing her palm on the control panel, Paris waited for the door to open. When it didn’t she pressed her hand on it once, then twice, and then rapidly with a frown on her face.

“Biometric,” Miss Roy said still standing in the hall but now looking at the pair’s back.

“Oh that’s fancy,” Mason said with a grin. “The Azzy didn’t have anything like that.”

“Well we are getting that fixed too,” Paris looked at Mason with a raised eyebrow.

“Fixed? But it’s not brok…” Mason began to reply

“I wouldn’t,” Roy replied for Mason, “not when you have a…an acquaintance as…officer like…as the Commander,” she chose her words slowly and carefully. It was plain to see the pair were a couple but one just didn’t say, yo’ you are cray cray girl. You want that door biometrically sealed to make sure there ain’t no usurper in their staking their claim in the command seat if you know what I am saying girlfriend unless it was in your head.

“Oh,” Mason said, finally seeing what Roy was talking about and he looked at Paris. “Well, I can have you added to the biometrics for the room, then it’s just you and me like it should be.”

Paris was not jealous but tired. She was tired from the trip, tired of meeting wacky people, and tired of hauling her luggage all over creation. Taking Mason’s hand in hers, she physically placed it on the control. The soft pneumatic swish was followed by the rush of air as the door opened. Dropping his hand, Paris immediately walked into the room and took a deep breath.

Giving the woman in the quarters across the hall a wave, Mason picked up the bags and followed Paris into his room and let the doors close and lock behind him.

“New quarters smell,” she inhaled like she was at the beach or in a field on a perfect spring day. “God I love new quarters smell. One day I swear I am going to bottle this and sell it. I mean who doesn’t love Toluene, Ethylbenzene, Styrene, Xylene, and Trimethylbenzene. That combination says I’m home or that was at least what my Dad called it when we moved around.” Taking a deep breath of it again, Paris closed her eyes and savored memory after memory of the times Denver Carisi moved her mom, London, Rome, and herself from duty station to duty station. It had been a few days since she called home. After a few hours of sleep, she would make sure to do that.

“Oh absolutely,” Mason agreed absently as he placed the bags on the table in the centre of his quarters and looked around. It would take a day or so to unpack their things from the luggage that was still due to arrive from the shuttle, and use their replicator credits to recreate the things they hadn’t needed to physically bring with them.

Opening her eyes, Paris got a huge smile and her eyes held a sparkle. “What if we don’t use my quarters for anything. The smell decreases at a rate of twenty percent a week but,” she wrapped her arms around his waist, “if we keep the door shut it will last longer and be like a vacation place. What do you think,” she asked looking up at him. For all the hassle and crazy that came with moving around and transfers, she would happily do it forever as long as Mason was at her side.

“Or you could always just take a trip to the sick bay and smell the same smell there. If you really want, I can order crew to clean a random unused quarters and we can spend the weekend or a night away, like it’s shore leave or something.” Mason grinned, and he instantly liked his own idea. The Odin was a massive ship and it was bound to have spare rooms all over the ship. Especially the fancy diplomatic guest rooms which were many times more exquisite than his room, even as XO. It would be like renting a penthouse suite for a night.

Paris turned her head slightly to the side and grinned. She loved this side of Mason. The not so perfect officer with the slightly naughty side who hid all these thoughts behind a steady gaze and perfect posture. She loved this duality in Mason. It kept her guessing. “Ooooooh I like that idea Commander,” she purred giving him a sultry stare. “I could come by on a patrol and interrogate what you are doing there or maybe,” she stood on her tiptoes with her lips next to his ear. There was no else in the room but the whispered words were not meant to be a secret. They were meant to make Mason’s mind grow fuzzy with the allure of activities that would fuel water cooler talk for months if they were discovered by the crew. Lowering herself to the flat of her feet, she shrugged as if it were just a fleeting thought but the blush on her cheeks said differently.

Mason’s eyebrows rose in unison as he listened, and after she lowered away he looked at her and bit his lip. It wasn’t a sexy bite of the lip, it was an eager and excited bite of the lip. “Really, you’ll do that thing where....” his voice trailed off and he made a few motions with his fingers as he visually described what she had suggested.

“And what do you think of this paint color and furniture,” she not so subtly changed the topic. Her head slowly nodded no as if cueing her fiance with the answer she wanted. Commander Mason Black might be in command of basically a small floating city, required to make snap decisions to save everyone’s life based on his gut, yet at times he could not respond with the correct answer.

“It’s not beige, which is perfect for me.” Mason was walking the room, looking at things and moving this and that here and there. “Why, what do you think of it?”

“It’s gray,” she wrinkled up her nose. “I mean yes it is better than beige and gray is a solid neutral but I feel like we are in an old monochromatic TV show from the 1940’s. Gray walls, gray carpets, gray furniture,” she began to subtly point out the obvious. “Yes a punch of color on the curtains for the windows will help but I think we should just start over. Yes,” she said this time shaking her head so that the gesture matched the expected answer she wanted.

“Uh huh,” Mason replied simply, copying her head movement in the answer he knew was going to be the required one. In truth he cared little what the colour was, as long as it was not beige and Paris was happy, that was really all that mattered to him. Plus, if he agreed to the simple things, it was that much harder for her to say no when he finally did say no to something that actually mattered to him.

“So I say we go with Blue,” she offered. “While I don’t know why you have that enormous boulder of an unfinished sapphire on your desk as a paperweight, I do like the color.” Pausing as if thinking hard she let out a deep contemplative sigh.

“Blue works,” Mason agreed. The Sapphire she was talking about was a raw and unfinished gem that he had found years before on Deneva, and it was arguably one of the biggest and rarest that had been found. Why it was relegated to paper weight status in his quarters in an uncut and unfinished state was a question that anybody ‘in the business’ would be eager to discover, if they knew it existed in the first place. That they did not was because of Mason simply not telling anybody he had found it. It held memories, both good and face palming but he could never bring himself to get it cut and destroy those memories.

“We are going to have to be careful in choosing furniture for this place. It is smaller than I expected for a ship of this size but I think we can make do,” she rose on her tiptoes putting her arms around his neck. “Don’t you,” she asked gently rubbing the back of his neck with her fingertips as she talked to him.

Paris Carisi

“Think we can make do?” Mason asked while he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I think I can think of a number of ways that I can make do right now gorgeous,” he winked at her slowly and made sure it was overly cliche. Then began to run his lips up her neck as he continued speaking, slowly.

“Sapphire Blue walls, a new name plate saying Mr and Mrs Black,” his lips reached her jaw and kept going till they reached her ear, where he paused slightly with his lips barely touching her.

“Biometric entry for you and as much freedom as you want to redecorate our quarters.” He kept running his lips gently now down her jaw line and onto her lips, but didn’t let himself press his lips into hers yet. Masons hands slid softly from her waist to behind her shoulders, as if he was about to pick her up but he let his hands rest there.

“Mmmmh I can think there are so many things I can do for you in here, especially in that room be…hind....me if you let me,” she closed her eyes enjoying the first moments alone in their new life and world. Yes they lived together on the Asimov but not officially or immediately as a couple. The Asimov was where they started but the Odin is where they would begin.

“I can do that for my fiance, as long as you agree that your assigned quarters are just extra storage for us and you live with me full time.” He let his eyes rest on hers, the half question, half instruction left behind for a moment as he looked at her. It had been a long trip to the Odin and for the first time in a long time, they were alone, quiet and somewhere that nobody was going to suddenly burst in and tell them the next stop was nearly upon them. They had things to unpack, but there were a few other things that Mason could think of that would be a better way to welcome their new quarters.

Cmdr Black, XO

Paris’ eyes held a confused expression as they darted back and forth between his. The small wrinkle of confusion was deepening between her eyes. “Agree,” she cocked her head to the side slightly in a questioning tone. “What do you mean agreed? Are you asking if I will ‘cause I thought that was a no brainer? I mean I am wearing a ring. That means your twelve hundred square feet is now my twelve hundred square feet. In fact, I am going to check out,” she hooked a thumb at the room behind her, “that room back there because there is a thing called squatters rights and I am going camp out in my closet to claim it, ” she tickled his side before running towards the bedroom. She felt like a teenager but there was no dad or time limits to quell their fun. Jumping up on the bed she turned to face the door waiting for Mason to enter. Life was going to be good here.

Paris Carisi

She hardly had to wait, as Mason had followed right behind her and as she turned around, discovered Mason already jumping onto the bed at her feet and semi-tackling her to bring her down beside him.

She might well have been an ex-Chief of Security, but so was Mason and with a roll he ended on top of her. Holding her wrists above her head, he looked down at her and smiled. “Squatters rights only works if you can get to the closet, love.” Without waiting for her smart-mouthed reply, he kissed her. This time it was a full kiss, not like out in the living room where he just teased at the kiss. Closing his eyes, he let himself sink into her lips and enjoy the moment alone with her, finally.

Lt Cmdr Black, XO

As Paris kissed him her mind was not on her handsome fiance but the challenge ahead. The difference was Paris knew how to distract Mason far better than he could her. Arching her head up she followed him as he broke the kiss. “You mean Wrongful detainer,” she winked at him and wiggled deeper into the soft mattress with her shoulders getting comfortable. “See wrongful detainer is someone that is in possession of any property without the right of possession. So how are we going to play this XO. I am the wrongful detainer of that closet,” she half nodded to the door, “or are you wrongfully detaining…me,” she bit her lip raking her teeth over it slowly. “You have ten seconds to decide before I pull out my secret Martian ninja moves on you. One......Twoo,” she counted out slowly. Either response was going to make her smile. He was getting married soon. It was probably the one time any answer Mason provided would be right.

Paris Carisi

“What you never heard of finders keepers?” He asked her, and let his head drop to her neck, still with her wrist above her head. “I invoke the finders keepers rule, but not for the closet,” he grinned, and was purposefully wasting time. He had an interest in what exactly her secret martian ninja move was.

“Hang on, since when did Martians have ninja’s” Mason lifted his head and looked at her curiously.

Mason Black, XO

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