Posted Feb. 21, 2022, 5:22 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Magnús Pétursson (First Officer) (Hjortur Ingi)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vanessa Slade (CNS) in XO office Vanessa meets the second half of the M-Team
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vanessa Slade (CNS) in XO office Vanessa meets the second half of the M-Team
Vanessa Slade had spent the past two weeks on the Genesis and was still feeling as lost as when she stepped foot on the ship. She had convinced herself the ship was just a floating small town but forgot two important things about small towns: Everyone knew your business and everyone wanted you out of their business. It wasn’t that the crew was not nice. She had made plenty of friends so far on the ship. She had met Tony the bartender however it did not do much to instill trust if she spent most of her off-duty hours swilling back Sam Adams. There was Shelley Davidson the comms crewman who waffled between threatening to not put through another comm call from Vanessa’s family to spending hours flirting with Vanessa’s two brothers Dylan and Dane. Of course, there was Kesh, who Vanessa adored and was the first real friend she had made on the ship. The problem however was Vanessa had no idea what to do with her downtime. With her family, there was always something going on. With all the community programs going on it filled the rest of her hours. She would figure out the balance later but what was first and foremost was getting to know the command team better.Her main role on the ship was crew health. She could do that in her sleep. Her secondary duty was helping out the command team in diplomatic settings where picking up the nuances of an individual’s behavior could provide the CO and XO more input on how they addressed situations. It was in this area of her job Vanessa needed some work. To be of any help she needed to first know how to read the nuances of the XO and CO’s behaviors. This was why she was standing outside the door to the XO. Asking him to come to her official felt too official. Asking the man to meet her for a beer in the lounge sounded way too personal. Since she hadn’t naturally run into the man in a public situation, coming to his office felt like the most casual way to get to know him. Reaching up, Vanessa palmed the door chime to announce she was at his office.
No sooner had her hand left the pad on the door, her phone trilled out the slightly older remake of the song Help by the Betazoid Band the Blister Beetles. “Oh my god, you have to be kidding me. Now,” Vanessa rolled her eyes pulling out her personal communicator. The name on the device was not a shock. It was why she categorized her ringtones. Too many people went by common names, so the lyrics Help me get my feet back on the ground, Won’t you please, please help me told Vanessa it was Angie Parker. Looking at the door, Vanessa quickly answered the call. It was not like she had any other choice. The woman only called when it was an actual emergency.
“Hey Angie,” Vanessa said already holding up a finger as if the woman on the other line could see the gesture indicating Vanessa needed to say something.
“Oh my god Vanessa you need to help me,” Angie spoke in a hurried, whisper. “I have no idea what to do.” Instead of the call staying only verbal, the screen instantly changed to visual mode.
The urgency of the woman’s tone and the fact she looked to be hiding in a corner of the room instantly took Vanessa’s attention off the impending door opening and squarely onto the woman on the other end of the call. “Angie, what’s going on?”
“So I am doing the home inspection for the Bobby Fisher foster case and these people are crazy. How did they even get past the interview,” Angie panned the camera around the room.
The site made Vanessa raise an eyebrow and her mouth drop open. “Angie....was that a…chicken,” her voice rose a few octaves clearly expressing Vanessa’s own shock.
Vanessa Slade Counselor
“Yes Angie, was that a Chicken?” The very amused voice of Magnus Karlson said suddenly” He was standing in the now open door to his office, leaning casually against the doorway arms crossed, a wry smile on his face. He wore his duty uniform unzipped revealing the grey and red undershirt, his blond hair, grey at the temples was combed in an immaculate fashion.
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