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Slade Quarters - Tuesday night is movie night

Posted Sept. 30, 2022, 5:02 p.m. by Lieutenant Tom Jarvis (Internal Security) (David Bennett)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vanessa Slade (CNS) in Slade Quarters - Tuesday night is movie night

Posted by Lieutenant Tom Jarvis (Internal Security) in Slade Quarters - Tuesday night is movie night

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vanessa Slade (CNS) in Slade Quarters - Tuesday night is movie night
Vanessa moved around her quarters gathering up the piles of clothes and shoes she had scattered about thanking Starfleet again that senior staff had two rooms and not just one large studio to live for quarters. It was a misnomer that women were cleaner than men. They were just as sloppy but tended to use candles and room deodorizers to make the place smell better than men’s quarters. Life was hectic on a Starship and one did not have time to always put things away. Without a roommate also to complain about, things tended to fall where they were tossed.

The one thing that she was still getting used to was not having to plan for food. Back in Boston, Slade would never have replicated a pizza or popcorn. She would have ordered Nick’s and been waiting for the delivery guy. Now that the room was clean enough for Tom to sit down, Vanessa had a few minutes to contemplate the evening. She had no idea why the man was coming over except for her notes and an email from Tom indicating he was arriving to watch a movie and hang out on Tuesday at 7 pm. It was only now that Vanessa began to fully understand the implications of Tom’s condition. She wondered what the man would say about the posters she had plastered on each deck and in each turbo with his name on it. The message on it was simple. My name is Tom. You might not remember me but I do know you so say hello. Over the wording was his official image taken by Starfleet so that people could recognize the face. This was not going to make anyone remember prior conversations or interactions with Tom. All it would do was open up possible conversations and make interactions less awkward because people would see his face when he wasn’t around and help to establish his presence. In some ways, it reminded Vanessa of the old-fashioned kid on a milk carton campaign but until she thought of a better option this was it.

Vanessa Slade CNS

Tom rang Vanessa’s chime promptly at 7 as was the plan. He had a hand full of papers with a nearly unrecognizable image of him on it, an image from his academy days. He was impressed that she found anything on him at all that wasn’t classified but still, it did present a potential problem. Still, though this wasn’t an entirely new situation for him, it happened rarely enough that he was still nervous.

That’s a change isn’t it? Tom thought to himself, Usually you’re the one making other people nervous.

Tom waited patiently dressed in non descript casual clothing. Even in his off hours he maintained that average look of someone that could easily be lost in a crowd.

  • Tom

Vanessa walked to the door opening it wearing a pair of PT sweats with the USS Genesis logo running down the leg and a sweatshirt that said Your Mom with Sigmund Freud’s signature below it. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail that bobbed and swayed when she walked. “Tom,” she said in a friendly tone but with a slightly hesitant smile as if she were caught off guard. The truth was Vanessa had read and studied the notes about tonight for the past several days. What was more unnerving was the fact her mom seemed to remember this was going to happen and Tom. Vanessa was not going to mention that her mom had asked about the handsome and friendly man that helped them out with Frankie and Johnny. The oddest part about this to Vanessa was not that she didn’t remember Tom. She knew that going in. It was that she did not remember the entire night rescuing the boys from a future at Walpole.

“Come in,” Vanessa made a sweeping gesture with her hand to the room. The interior of the room screamed female. There were comfy pillows and throw blankets everywhere. The room had the clean smell that most bachelor pads lacked coming from pretty smelling cleaning products, instead of whatever a guy had replicated, and a hidden atomizer probably tucked behind a piece of furniture. The walls were the most distinct with holographic stucco brick as an accent wall and images of what probably was her home back in Boston.

“I replicated a pizza. Plain pepperoni and extra cheese. If you want other toppings we can replicate them but who the hell really needs anything but pepperoni and cheese? Can I get you a beer or something to drink,” she asked moving to the small kitchen area. It was then she noticed the papers in his hands.

“Whatcha got there Tom? You know this is strictly fat pants, pizza and a movie. No work.”

Vanessa Slade CNS

Tom took a moment to answer as he was a bit distracted. The casual look and the pony tail reminded Tom of a past attempt at a relationship that couldn’t survive his curse. Vanessa, in her current state of dress, looked almost exactly like that woman. A look of mild surprise and desire momentarily crossed his features.

“Peach infused water would be good.” Tom said snapping himself out of the moment and into the room, “I guess my pizza preference is more complicated but pepperoni is always a safe default.”

She could see he was ready for a relaxed night of potential over indulgence. Though everything he was wearing was a neutral gray, it was still a t-shirt with a logo of a winged hand holding a sword around which was printed the words ‘Mobile Infantry: Service guarantees citizenship.’ and thin gray sweat pants with slip on shoes.

“I believe these are yours. Though I appreciate your efforts to spin me some good PR, I prefer to remain unrecognized whenever possible.” Tom said holding out her ‘wanted’ posters.

  • Tom

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