Posted July 10, 2021, 8:11 p.m. by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Ensign Marcus Anders (Security Officer) in Galley - Late Night Encounters (Tag Anders)
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)
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Oh now she’d gone and made it awkward. And it started, the tingly in her hands and the low humming buzz in her ears. “Oh…I was just curious. Everyone has rumors and ideas about yeoman. I…I was just..curious. I’m sorry.”
Yeoman RandKyle chuckled and took a gulp of his drink, “No need to apologise lass, if anyone’s made this awkward it was me. So, is there any particular field you wanted to focus on when you joined the Fleet?”
-Ensign Marcus Anders: Security Officer-
It was awkward, the situation was awkward and she’d made it that way, but he was being nice and blamed himself, but it was her. She knew it was her. The ringing was significantly louder and her mouth was dry. She picked up her juice, attempting to sip it slowly to remove the dryness and the sugar in it might help prevent her nerves and adrenaline from making her blood sugar drop suddenly.
After a moment she shook her head, rushing through the beginning of the explanation, “The original plan wasn’t to go to Academy, but I ended up at the Academy and there wasn’t anything else I wanted to do. I’m very good with protocol and procedure, and this way I am helpful.”
Yeoman RandMarcus had only taken a two week long psychology module at the Academy, but knew the kind of nerves associated with social anxiety when he saw them. He’d remembered something the module leader had said about distractions being a good way to calm a person down. “I have no doubt,” he said with a smile, before rising to his feet and adding, “Tell me something lass, do you like music?”
-Ensign Marcus Anders: Security Officer-
Rand collected her bowl, spoon, and cup and walked behind the counter, placing the dirty dishes in the washing wracks. She took several that had been left by others and did the same. It gave her hands something to do. “Rand you don’t need to clean up the mess hall,” The chef said from the back of the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder, “And you do enough to help out, you don’t need to clean up after me too.” But she left it alone and returned to the table and her seat. She nodded at Anders, “I do.”
Yeoman Rand
Anders arched an eyebrow, finding common ground was the next step to giving Rand a safe space, “Do you play anything?”
-Ensign Marcus Anders: Security Officer-
Rand shook her head, red hair bouncing, “I tried several instruments but never found one I enjoyed playing. My Dad and brother play the bagpipes though.”
Yeoman Rand
“I’m thinking of forming a band with some of the other crew, maybe once it’s up and running you could watch a gig and see if there’s anything that takes your fancy?” Marcus didn’t want to push too far, but he did feel that he was getting somewhere.
-Ensign Marcus Anders: Security Officer-
It was a polite enough offer, but the idea of being in a room with a large portion of the crew was overwhelming. And then something’s Ng that takes her fancy? A sweet offer but then what followed that? And the ‘what’s next’ and ‘what then’ and ‘what does that mean and what am I supposed to do’s‘ ran amok in her head. Simply being a member of the audience was easy. She knew what was expected, but then after it became a relaxed social event that she couldn’t navigate. She didn’t want to be rude though. “Oh, um, thank you, but my schedule keeps odd random hours. It would be really rude to arrive late or leave early, or not come at all. Maybe I can listen to the recording.” She picked up the stylus fidgeting without realizing it. Now she felt slightly queasy. No matter how much she and Randy worked on this it never seemed to get better.
Yeoman Rand
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