Posted May 17, 2020, 9:40 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Chief of Security) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Lieutenant Corinne Dalton/SARAH (Ships AI/Avatar) in Security Office- A Pointed Hunt
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Chief of Security) in Security Office- A Pointed Hunt
Posted by Lieutenant Corinne Dalton/SARAH (Ships AI/Avatar) in Security Office- A Pointed Hunt
Posted by… suppressed (5) by the Post Ghost! 👻(snip)
“Pointe shoes, to be correct. Two different things, not that most people would know the difference,” she said with a grin.
Cori sighed slightly. “The problem is, where do we even start? I mean, I am the computer for all intents and purposes. I can tell you where every piece of cargo is and where my stuff was put into storage and forgotten about. What I can’t tell you is why one crate is and whether it’s even on the ship.” It could be gone entirely, she knew that, but she was trying to hold onto some sort of hope.”
~Corinne Dalton
“Well, best place to start is where you think they were last. So… lead on.” and he extended his armntowatds the door.
Sinclair, CoS
Cori spun on the ball of her right foot and stepped out into the corridor. “I think the best place to start is probably Deck Nine. That’s where my stuff was when I pulled it from storage, but it was moved twice while I was… away, so if it’s not there, there’s also Bay B on Deck Eight and Bay C on Deck Fourteen.” It meant they were going to get their exercise. Or at least Sinclair was.
“I’ll have you know I’m pondering decor in my new quarters. It’s admittedly a bit weird given I don’t need to sleep and have no need for wash facilities or anything. Not even a replicator. Makes the idea of quarters a bit hard to wrap my mind around. I’m not sure what I want them to be just yet.”
~Corrine Dalton
Sinclair smiled slightly. “Might want to make use of those things, even if you dont need them. Habits and routines you had before your transformation will help ground you. So what if it’s not necessary?” he said as they walked. “And you might want to get all your belongings together, then decide how to decorate. Make sure all of what you have is still meaningful to you. As we change and grow, what matters sometimes changes as well.”
Sinclair, CoS
“There is that,” she remarked as they moved along the deck. Cori then broke into a smirk. “Still strangely funny to imagine sleeping again. I mean, it’s sort of possible, but it’s not like there is some sort of subroutine I can enact to shut off my mind so I can rest in something of a familiar way.”
~Corinne Dalton
‘Air-gapped server with a built in holosuite of whatever bedroom you want? Something like that, maybe?” he asked as they walked on towards their destination. “That would give you some privacy and let you rest uninterrupted.”
Sinclair, CoS
She shot him a tiny smirk. “Perhaps. We’ll see what makes sense. “
“What about you? How’s the new job going?” Dalton asked.
~Corinne Dalton
Royal half-shrugged. “Its okay. A bit weird, having Sh- um, Lieutenant Triton… back. I figured the Skipper would have just sent me back to Counselor and given her her old job back. But I think we can make it work. I made her my second, and she is a solid officer. I mean she really is smart and knows the Security team well and…”
Cori just sort of stared at him with amusement as they reached the turbolift.
He suddenly realized he was starting to babble. He glanced over at Corinne and grinned slightly. “Sorry about that.” and the big Scot actually blushed slightly.
Sinclair, CoS
“Uh huh,” she said, trying not to smirk. “Don’t worry, you’re talking to probably the most discreet person on the ship. I won’t say anything, even if you blushing is pretty damn funny.” And she was serious too. Cori had an incredible amount of access to all sorts of confidential things and she would never dream of using or revealing it. It went against everything she was.
~Corinne Dalton
Sinclair looked at her and chuckled. “You know if I could, I’d punch you in the arm right now.” and he smiled. Still blushing slightly, he loked up at the turbo lift door and touched the call button and said “I figured you knew, of course. And I know you wouldnt say anything. You’re my friend… I trust you.” His tone was matter of fact, as if acknowledging something so obvious that it was a given.
Sinclair, CoS
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