Posted July 5, 2021, 11:16 a.m. by Ensign Marcus Anders (Security Officer) (Kieron Hoult)
Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman) in Galley - Late Night Encounters (Tag Anders)
Posted by Ensign Marcus Anders (Security Officer) in Galley - Late Night Encounters (Tag Anders)
Ensign Marcus Anders struggled to stifle a yawn as he crossed the threshold into the mess hall and got an orange juice from the bar. Seeing the two officers having a conversation on the other side of the room, he decided to leave them to it and sit at one of the centre tables to take a few seconds to himself.
-Ensign Marcus Anders: Security-
Rand had been working late and was still up. She’d have been done earlier and curled up under her blanket, but Randy was talking in his sleep, and it was SO distracting. And this particular report she really she shouldn’t be filling out while annoyed with her brother. So PaDD in hand she left their quarters and made her way down to the galley. It was always empty this time of the night and she’d get a juice, finish her report, and then go to bed before she had to be up for her run. She entered the galley and stopped short. Why were so many people up this late? This wasn’t the dinner hour for Gamma shift so it should be fairly empty. She looked around, changed her mind and started to leave. “Hey Rand,” the duty chef called softly. She turned with a slight smile and took the drink he handed her. “A little crowded tonight.” He raised a brow at he comment and pointed to the very far corner. “It’s quiet over there, or here by the counter. Your choice.” Rand sat down where she was. She hadn’t missed the captain’s presence, the two engineers, En Anders and En Cleolet in the room as well. She turned her attention to the padd and sipped at her drink. The sooner she finished it the sooner she could leave and avoid any awkward social situations.
Yeoman RandSeeing the yeoman sit down on the table across from him, Marcus decided to get another drink and see if Rand needed company, “Mind if I join you Lieutenant?”
-Ensign Marcus Anders: Security Officer-
Rand was scribbling away at the PaDD with the stylus, occasionally sipping at the juice the chef had handed her. As always she was pointedly ignoring the people around her. It wasn’t that she didn’t like company or meeting people, one-on-one and in clear cut situations, but her severe social anxiety always made things so…bad. She looked up, not startled, but her reaction might be perceived that way since she had been focused on her work. This was En Anders, security. Oh he wasn’t at the horribly botched self-defense class Ford had taught. And she knew the Lt would expect her to show up again soon. “Oh…ummm…actually it’s Ensign.” Could he join her? She knew it was really bad for the Cpt’s yeoman to be seen as stand offish, but she wasn’t on duty, she was working, but not on duty. Then again a yeoman was always on duty, but En Anders wasn’t the captain, and so this wasn’t an official interaction, was it, it was social. Oh she hated social situations she never knew what was expected of her, but she could handle just one person, right? Maybe? This all raced through her mind in less than half a second and the miniscule pause may or may not be noticed by Anders. “No, I don’t mind. Please have a seat.” Oh what else was she supposed to do? She already knew who he was, part of the job she had to be familiar with the entire crew roster in case the Cpt asked…introduce yourself, duh, really not that hard Rand. “I’m En Rand Farquharson.”
Yeoman Rand
OOC: That was a typo on my part, but I’m making it canon! xDOOC: It was awesome because it works right into her social anxiety. LOL :D
Anders chided himself for the slight faux pas and took a seat, “Sorry Ensign, it’s been a long day. Marcus Anders, Marc to my friends, anything interesting happen on duty today?”
-Ensign Marcus Anders: Security Officer-
“Oh, it’s alright. Hard to know when the person isn’t in uniform.” Rand smiled, slightly. If she’d thought to change back into uniform before she came here this would be so much easier. It was always easier to know what the expectations were when she was ‘on duty.’ Had anything interesting happened that day? The most interesting thing that had happened to her that day was Nibbles getting attached to her sleeve and having to cut it off. She wasn’t sure a security officer would find the antics of an alien mouse interesting. Of course there was the newest gossip about the Beta shift chef and the science officer Crewman Gabrielle. He had managed to procure a Denobulan aphrodisiac this time, or that what it supposedly was. She wasn’t sure he’d want to know ship’s gossip either. “Umm…I guess it depends on what you call interesting. My day is pretty much the same as it is every other day. I helped in the biology lab, and I had to confirm a very odd requisition request for the quarter master before he’d approve it. Nothing too terribly exciting, unless you like reports, signatures, and filing.” Rand was polite and personable (or tried to be). She wasn’t off putting but she was obviously very shy.
Yeoman RandAnders smiled, he could tell Rand seemed somewhat nervous, so decided to opt for a more gentlemanly approach. Standing, he took his tray back to the bar and looked back over his shoulder, “Surely every day should be interesting on a ship like this?” Anders winked and quickly added, “Can I get you anything?”
-Ensign Marcus Anders: Security Officer-
(OOC: Randy is her twin)
She breathed deeply as he got up. If he was leaving because she was being awkward that was okay. At least she hadn’t made a total fiasco of the encounter. But he was talking to her again. Interesting didn’t have to be edge of your seat suspense did it. “I suppose so…” Did…did he wink at her? What was she supposed to do in response? How was she supposed to react or not react to that? Or was she supposed to act like she didn’t notice? What would Randy tell her to do? No…never mind, she’d never figure that one out. Get her anything? “Um…sure. Cream-o-Galloway’s gooseberry and elderflower icecream.”
Yeoman Rand“Ahh,” Anders grinned, “I see I’m not the only one with a sweet tooth.” Ordering a New York style cheesecake from the food stores, Marc bought the two dishes back to the table and smiled, “Dig in lass.”
-Ensign Marcus Anders: Security Officer-
Rand raced through every possible scenario she could think of and what she was expected to do. With the captain sitting only a few tables away she was more nervous than usual, and that was saying something. She didn’t need to have another overly awkward ‘incident’ and make the CO wonder why she was on board. She was still holding the stylus and mentally shook herself. She’d agreed to let Anders sit with her so she needed to put the work down and make an effort. She tapped a button to save the work and then set the stylus down on top of the pad. She turned her attention to the ice cream with a soft “Thank you,” and a small twitch at the corner of her mouth at the ‘lass’ reminding her of home. “Sweet but probably lighter than the cheesecake.” Conversation, attempt conversation Rand “Anything interesting on your shift?”
Yeoman RandAnders grinned, “Only a few bumps and bruises, nothing I can’t handle. How’s the ice cream?”
-Ensign Marcus Anders: Seurity Officer-
Rand had taken a rather large chunk of ice cream, her eyes crossed and then she squeezed them shut as the impending brain freeze hit her. She sucked in a breath and waited for it to pass. She blinked twice sipped at her drink to clear the cold. “Umm…” she grinned just a little, “it’s really cold. Were you giving or receiving the bumps and bruises?”
Yeoman Rand“Hand to hand combat training,” Anders said with a grin, “Gotta keep the fitness up on a ship like this. How was your shift?”
-Ensign Marcus Anders: Security Officer-
Rand finished the bite that she had just started before answering, glancing at the PaDD and the unfinished report. Her shifts were strange, time wise. As far as activity, “Routine. But that’s always a good thing from my perspective. It means that nothing has gone wrong, everything is as it should be.”
Yeoman RandAnders grinned, “Spoken like a true Yeoman. Can I get you another drink?”
-Ensign Marcus Anders: Security Officer-
Rand sighed quietly. She hadn’t missed Cleolet’s comment about Yeomen being so efficient they forgot the captain was a person. It was comments like that she was used to, among others. No one really knew what went into the day of a yeoman. Rand loved her job, she was good at it, and she liked being behind the scenes. She liked the routine and knowing what was expected of her. She looked at her glass, “Sure, thank you.” When he sat back down, “Why did you say it that way? ‘A true Yeoman’?”
Yeoman Rand
Marcus caught himself quickly and started itching the back of his head, a family trait of his when it came to awkward situation, “I… didn’t mean anything by that lass, I just meant it proves that you’re doing a good job.”
-Ensign Marcus Anders: Security Officer-
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