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Side Sim -Cross's Quarters- Dinner with Nkonsenye

Posted Nov. 2, 2018, 3:06 p.m. by Lieutenant Mthunzi Nkosenye (Chief of Security) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Miriam Cross (Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim -Cross’s Quarters- Dinner with Nkonsenye
Cross had a pretty hectic day and once she headed back to her quarters flopped herself on the bed, closing her eyes for a few minutes before opening them again realizing that later on that evening she had invited Nkonsenye for dinner!.
Getting up she started pacing aware there was little time to prepare dinner and make herself at least a bit more presentable.Knowing that pacing around was not going to help she hit the comm =/\= Doctor Marthese,em… I need your help badly=/\= .

Marthese responded back =/\ What’s the emergency Cross are you sick, hurt or both=/\= she replied wondering what could have occurred to the good doctor since her shift ended a few minutes earlier.
=/\= See its the CoS he’s.....=/\= Cross muttered as marthese wondered what had materialized =/\= Is he hurt? Is it an emergency =/\= the younger doctor asked with an edge in her voice.

That’s when the conversation between the two of them turned’ Maltese’ ,before closing the comm Cross thanked the other doctor =/\= Thanks love you’re a God send, I shall leave my quarter’s door slightly open Cross out =/\= she then made a bee line towards the shower.

Cross Dr.

Nkosenye had been in his quarters for the past two hours. He had showered… twice… and gotten dressed… again, twice. He was looking forward to dinner with Cross, but he hadn’t anticipated this: he was nervous. Hence the wardrobe change and second shower.

He took a small vial from out of one of the drawers and pulled the stopper. It was a scented oil from his home. He poured a few drops into his hand and then rubbed it into his scalp. It smelled of trees and wind, and always reminded him of home and helped him relax. He finished getting dressed. Deep dark red, almost brown, pants whose cuffs hung tastefully over freshly hand-polished dark brown shoes. A loose fitting collarless white shirt with a tribal embroidery framing the v-shaped opening at the neck covered his torso. He looked at himself in the mirror, stooping down so he could see his face, and nodded to himself. Taking a deep breath, he picked up a bottle of wine and walked out of his quarters and began making his way through the passageways to Cross’s cabin.

Nkosenye, CoS


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