Posted June 12, 2022, 2:16 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vanessa Slade (CNS) (Kate O'Neill)
Posted by Captain Calvin Marius (Captain) in CO quarters 2000 hours
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Slade’s quarters 1930 hours
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“Oh for the love of God girl this is just a date…just a date,” she said to herself in the mirror studying her outfit. It was the tenth she had tried on which varied from a clean uniform to cut off with a t-shirt to the cocktail dress she was now wearing. The clothes had been tossed aside instead of put back so her bedroom now resembled that of a teenage girl’s. Holding her hair up off her neck, she turned and twisted debating about whether she should wear it up or down. As her eyes drifted down the mirror, a small curse erupted from her lips as she saw the time. Wiggling and bouncing, she got the zipper down and tossed the dress into the small gym bag along with a pair of heels. Hopefully, it would not wrinkle badly in the next five minutes on the way to Calvin’s quarters. Grabbing the spandex workout pants she rapidly pulled them on followed by the soft PT shirt with the words USS Genesis plastered across the front. Grabbing the bag on the bed, she stopped only to shove her feet into a pair of sneakers before exiting her room. Pulling out her personal communicator, she sent Calvin a message. Stopping in from of his quarters, she rang the chime and hoped this went as well as she planned in her mind.
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Captian’s Quarters
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Calvin thought of how quickly thing had been moving, this time yesterday he was having a couple drinks in the lounge trying to improve crew morale by sharing one of his bottles of whiskey with those who were courageous enough to sit with the old man. Well there were two, one tapped out early and one stayed until morning.
He shook his head, probably against regulations, actually it wasn’t it was highly frowned upon. The big thing that bothered him was the rank separation. He commented about the age difference, but 10 years in the 25 century didn’t mean a hell of a lot aside in his mind.
Cooking was not a huge exercise now-a-days outside of the setting the table. Marius took care to have sparkling clean utensils and dinnerware as the food itself came automatically. It was a few moments before 8 and he prepped his first course. It was just a simple dish, seasoned fried red tomatoes. He had sampled a couple recipes from the computer, but he picked the one the closest mateched the dish he had once in Georgia… It tasted just like breaded tomato sauce.
Marius
His personal communicator would trill and then display the message =/\=Don’t look when you open the door=/\=.
Arriving at the door, Vanessa tried to appear casual as she rang the chime. She had no if the message had be seen or not but at least anyone caring to notice she was at the CO’s door would think nothing of her arriving in PT clothes and a gym bag. It was not uncommon for senior staff to meet off thier duty shifts. With so many shifts, it was not like they could always meet during duty hours.
Vanessa Slade CNS
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