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Let's Try this Again (TAG CNS)

Posted May 7, 2021, 3:42 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Brenna Neenna Atoded (Chief of Pets & 2nd Officer (COP)) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Lieutenant Eleyr of House Em’ujo (Chief of Keeping Our Brains Healthy (CNS)) in Let’s Try this Again (TAG CNS)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Brenna Neenna Atoded (Chief of Pets & 2nd Officer (COP)) in Let’s Try this Again (TAG CNS)

Posted by Lieutenant Eleyr of House Em’ujo (Chief of Keeping Our Brains Healthy (CNS)) in Let’s Try this Again (TAG CNS)
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Brenna could laugh at herself. She had to admit that previous run in the with counselor was funny. She probably sounded a little frantic. Well she was a counselor herself and she was aware that people who were exhausted did strange things. And Brenna certainly had been exhausted, surprised, and well she didn’t want to think about it. Having Richard around was going to be very very difficult. Though he’d be amazing to work with. His record was impressive and in just a few days it was obvious the crew was already taking to him.

Brenna opted not to take Greki and Fekri with her to this meeting. Instead Luna tagged along, happy in her carry bag. Munching on apple peel while Brenna took the turbolift to Deck 11. She stepped out and walked over to door, looking to see if Lt Eleyr had chosen to man the outside desk or not. Every counselor had their preference. She rang the bell and waited.
Lt Cmdr Atoded, CoP

Lounged at the outside desk, her feet perched atop its face and her fingers wrapped around what appeared to be an old-fashioned magazine (laminated to prevent decay, of course), was Eleyr. As the screech of a bell ravaged her ears, she slapped the magazine against her chest and peered over her slipper-ed toes. “Commander!” A wild grin spread across her lips as she swung her feet off the table and planted them on the ground. “I was just finishing my lunch with a rivetting tale of human scadal!”

Brenna grinned and caught a glance of the title and laughed. “One of my hall mates at Academy used to read those to us after exams. I think we were all a little punch drunk from all the late nights, studying, and stress, but whatever it was we were all totally enthralled by the stories. I think we spent more sleepless nights over those than we did studying.”

Within seconds, she’d crossed to Brenna and struck out a hand in greeting.

“I wasn’t sure you’d return after that–” a playful sneer met her expression “–fiasco. Please, come inside. I don’t have any treats for the lady, yet. But I have Targ jerky– I hear it compliments apples well.” She palmed the door open and gestured for Brenna to enter first. The Betazoid 2O would find Eleyr’s office to be a striking contrast to when she’d last been there. Tapestries hung on either side of her weapon-laden wall, bearing the distinct design of House Em’ujo’s crest. Her floors were covered by rugs of varying patterns, each accented by blacks and reds. Couches were replaced by a mixture of cushions and low-level seats surrounding a long, wooden table accented by various odds and ends. But perhaps the most distinctive feature was a strange aroma that permeated the room. Subtly spicy and subtly sweet, it was a mystery to the nose.

Brenna let out a full bodied giggle. “When Lt Cmdr Marsh is involved it is ALWAYS a fiasco. You just have to get used to it. Though, I was sure to take advantage of his suggestion and take a nap. Targ jerky sounds interesting and I’m willing to give it a try.” Brenna followed her inside and took a deep breath. “What’s the aroma? I like it. And I love this,” she waved around the room at the décor. Reminded her of a hunting cabin. Brenna wasn’t a weapon’s expert, her…sneaky skills leaned to other tools, but she could appreciate them and she could use most weapons, but Casela would LOVE this collection. Which reminded her, she hadn’t spoken to her ‘sisters’ in awhile. She needed to remedy that.

Interesting is a grave understatement,” Eleyr huffed though it bore no consequence to her smirk. She traversed the room and plucked a large, gourd-shaped jar from its perch. Once pried open, another scent saturated the air. Savoury with a hint of honey-like sweetness, it was a sharp contrast to the typical mustiness Brenna might expect from human-grown beef jerky. Its appearance, however, was akin to rotten wood.

“It’s a new incense of my design,” Eleyr took in a sharp breath and savoured its scent, “cinnamon, a hint of pazafer, some pine needs.. and that little kick? The salt from the tears of my enemies.” Despite the deadpan, she couldn’t contain her smile for more than a few tedious seconds. “Kidding,” she shrugged.. almost sadly, “it’s redspice.”

Brenna grinned, “That’s too bad, the tear salt would add that little twist to enhance the aroma.” She inhaled the scent again. “I may have to ask you if I can have some. It’s rather pleasent and the Emporium can always use something to freshen the air.”

“Take a seat wherever you like,” she hummed. “Would you like something to drink?”

— Eleyr, CNS

Brenna glanced around and spotted a round floor cushion. Thicker floor cushions were a problem for her small stature. She sat, crossing her legs in front of her, but the cushion was so thick that her ankles wouldn’t hit the floor, and if she put her feet down she looked like a child sitting there, because unlike taller adults, her knees didn’t tower. So like a child she was able to completely sit crossed-legged on top of the cushion with out looking like a giant. She sat and shifted around getting totally comfortable on giant cushion and rolled her shoulders a bit. The long sleep had done her a lot of good, but now, her was very much aware of the tension she’d been carrying. “Jestral Tea.” Brenna grinned, mostly at her expense over the previous encounter. “Honestly I was just coming to welcome you. I was mostly running on autopilot and all I heard was ‘BOARDING PARTY.’ The Connie is known for their pranks, and it was aimed at you, but I think I’m the one who got caught out on that one.”
Lt Cmdr Atoded, CoP

Eleyr ordered Brenna’s tea with a sharp roar, her head tilted toward her in a gesture to say ‘I’m listening.’ Once the tea found its way into her palms, she carried it over and held both the mug and pair of jerky sticks out to Brenna. Putting them on the table for her to struggle with was just cruel.. even for Eleyr.

“And thank the Gods you had!” The counsellor plopped in the cushion across from her, pulling her legs into a similar cross-legged position. “If not for your intrusion, your dear Commander might’ve found himself in a less fortunate position.”

Brenna nodded her head in thanks and took a sip. “I would pay good latinum to see that. Lt Cmdr Marsh is extremely confident and skilled. It would be something to see someone get the better of him.”

Eleyr thought for a moment, her mirth subdued by an echo of latent professionalism. Looking at Benna, she noticed a lightness.. a relaxation that wasn’t there before. But she couldn’t pin her finger on whether it was rest-induced or her (temporary) reprieve from the ship’s antics. And there seemed to be many. Sooner than to assume the stress Brenna was under, she chose a simple question. “So,” she leaned forward ever-slightly, “how are you?”

— Eleyr, CNS

Brenna had been munch, or really tearing pieces of jerky off. She finished chewing, swallowed the piece and cleared her throat with a sip of tea. “Very well thank you. As much as I loathe to admit, I needed a couple of days off. Running a ship the size of Constellation, alone, for a month finally got to me. I was happy to do it so the captain could stay on paternity leave, but I was never meant to command a star ship, though I have the training for it.”
Lt Cmdr Atoded, CoP


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