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VIP Quarters- 'Missing' Side Sim

Posted Sept. 21, 2020, 8:12 p.m. by Lieutenant Steven Leon Marsh (Chief Science Officer) (Luke Hung)

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Cass gave a lopsided smile. “Damn right,” she said fondly.

Speaking of mother, Norene reappeared looking, if not less fatigued, cleaned up and a bit refreshed. A clean and undamaged uniform did most officers wonders but especially so for those in Command. “Tempting though it was, I managed to avoid just wanting to sleep on the floor of the shower.”

Marsh detached himself from the commanders daughter smoothly and quickly, it was as if he had done that several times before. It was certainly quick but there was little chance it was unnoticed.

Cass chuckled. “Soon…” she said softly.

Norene nodded, smiling at the pair. It lasted only a moment before she wandered over to the replicator. “Real food. Not even sure what I want to eat.”

“Beef pot pie?” Cassidy suggested.

Norene snapped her fingers and pointed at her daughter. “That is a very good suggestion. Could go for that. You two want anything?”

Cass shook her head and looked at Steven. What she wanted to quip was something along the lines of a bottle of rum or vodka, but somehow that seemed unnecessary. At the moment.

~The Abramses

“I’m a red meat sort of guy, but I’m staying away from the carbs. Perhaps roast beef.” He looked at Cassidy. “You should eat though. You’ve been burning the candle from both ends and you were skin and bones to start with.”

Cass gave him a withering glare that was in part amusement. “It’s called muscle. You know, those things I’ve built running my team through training?” she quipped back. He wasn’t exactly unfit himself, so it was good natured teasing.

Marsh made a face and shrugged. “Is that what you’re calling it?” He normally would have added a slap to her buttocks, but that wasn’t on the agenda with her mother… the commander here.

Food. Her stomach almost rebelled at the thought but at this point Cass was beyond hunger and sometimes you just needed even a small amount of food to settle everything. “Well, I can do the carbs so, roast beef sandwich actually sounds doable.”

Norene nodded. “Anything with that roast beef of yours?” she asked Marsh.

“Anything green is fine.” Marsh ate vegetable as a matter of health. He certainly didn’t like any of it.

He smiled at the commander warmly for a moment. “I have a bottle of Château Pape Clément in my quarters. It’s a red so it should go well with beef and if you’re a little tired it has been known to give very pleasant dreams. So I have been told at least.”

Marsh

Norene smiled gratefully. “Maybe later. Sleep is not on the agenda just yet.” She replicated the orders and brought them over. She could tell Cass wanted to come over and help but a subtle shake of her head said she had it. She might be exhausted, but she wasn’t dead. She could carry plates.

Marsh wasn’t certain that was the right plan. He kept that to himself for now. He would look for a way to work it into the conversation later.

Settling at the table with Cass and Steven, Norene didn’t waste time digging into the pot pie, though she was cautious after awhile on only rations. “So, let’s distract ourselves. Tell me anything,” she said to both of them. “Department stuff. hobby stuff. Anything.”

~The Abramses

“I’m twenty second in line for the King of England and I actually know how to joust. So all we need is a plague and bingo.” He made a circle over his head with his fingers like a crown. Marsh offered as he took a bite of the roast beef. “I always try to work that in when I surrounded by beautiful women.” He gave a smile that had a good success rate in his experience. Nothing made someone forget their troubles faster than making fun of another. He was setting himself up to be mocked.

Marsh


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