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M'Ahar's Apartment — Laying the Groundwork

Posted Sept. 22, 2021, 10:08 p.m. by Civilian Brianna “Bree” O'Harra (Head of Mining Operations) (Melissa Aragon)

Posted by Civilian Mirembe M’Ahar (Director of Terraforming) in M’Ahar’s Apartment — Laying the Groundwork

Posted by Civilian Mirembe M’Ahar (Director of Terraforming) in M’Ahar’s Apartment — Laying the Groundwork

Posted by Civilian Brianna “Bree” O’Harra (Head of Mining Operations) in M’Ahar’s Apartment — Laying the Groundwork
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Miremebe relinquished her sac to the floor and flipped her wrist to consult the time. 17:01. Spurts of dry, chagrinned laughter crept up her throat, but she managed only a slight smile. An hour stood between her and Bree’s arrival, and she had little more than tousled hair and a vexed cast to show for it. Wonderful. Mirembe took in a slow, ragged breath and all but punched in her access code. Surely an hour was long enough? Visions of a sharp, keen blade slicing through fresh veggies and dark olive oil slathering raw steaks filled her thoughts as if manifesting the prep she expected to have already done. Instead, a marbled counter greeted her with nothing but an array of spices and gadgets to offer. She shook her head and released the groceries to join them.

Before her fingers graced the hilt of a nearby knife, Mirembe felt a familiar presence behind her. She turned to find a brindle pitbull sitting with a greying face tilted expectantly toward her and an eager tail sweeping up bits of dust and hair from the floor. Eo. What possessed her not to say ‘hello’? Surely he wondered the same thing. Had she forgotten about his daily behind-the-ear scratches? Or the bowl of lamb-flavoured chow he savoured at night? Mirembe would assure him that wasn’t the case, but she doubted reassurance would substitute a long-awaited pet. Kneeling, she brushed off her hands and rubbed his face.

She swore a smile touched those flappy lips.

Having grown up around her intrusive companion, Eo paid no heed when IAN came to fetch her. He wanted her undivided attention. And he wasn’t about to share with some pesky metal ball. On any other day, Mirembe would be inclined to agree; but she had plans, and sitting around would only hurl her closer to disaster. Reluctantly pulling away, she dismissed Eo with a treat and promptly got to work.

The swift movements of a wood-handled knife and the wafting smell of herbs and roasting vegetables propelled her through the hour. When finally she lifted her gaze, the clock mocked her with a bright, accusing 17:49. Eleven minutes. Hastily, she released the last dishes to the sink and sped off to make something of her dishevelled appearance. She wasn’t often bothered by the way she looked, but she doubted oil splatters and tired eyes would make all that great of an impression on her colleague. Then again, maybe Brianna didn’t care. She wasn’t particularly inclined to find out. Miremebe managed only a quick shower and costume change. But when she emerged, she felt marginally better equipped for the task at hand. Now, all she had to do was wait. And hope she gave O’Harra the right address.

— Mirembe M’Ahar

Bree sighed and resettled the bottle of Klingon Bloodwine in her hand. She smoothed the front of her blouse and wondered if she had dressed up too much. She was wearing a sapphire tank top with brass torc and arm band. The dragon heads on the torc rested on her collar bones and the head on her arm band was at the top of her left bicep about a triple twist around her arm. The top hung just past her hips and covered the top of black leggings that fit her perfectly. A matching brass torc around her wrist completed her ensemble and her black boots tapped in silent thuds as she paced up the corridor to Mire’s quarters.

With her fire curls pulled back off her face with a brass barrette, she was probably in the most casual look anyone had ever seen her in. She had had to go pick up the blouse this afternoon because she realized showing up in coveralls was probably a bit uncalled for. Pausing before the woman’s quarters, she took a deep breath and licked her lips for the millionth time. She liked the fire in the woman’s spirit. It matched her own. She just didn’t want things to go so sideways they couldn’t work together. Just dinner… she reminded herself and stretched her hand to tap the chime to announce herself at three minutes past the hour.

Brianna O’Harra
Head of Mining
“Fire Born”

Mirembe lifted her gaze to the door when a familiar, transient buzz radiated at her temple. She halted and touched her fingers to the skin. Curious and seeking assurance, her pale gaze drifted to the wily beast at her feet. His body flailed wildly beneath in a perfect alarm: someone was here. Inhaling to calm her nerves, Mirembe rose to her feet and fixed a smile onto her lips. “Shh…” she snapped her fingers at Eo to quiet him, *”you’ll alarm our friend.” Mirembe missed the baffled head tilt Eo shot at her while she crossed to the door and palmed it open.

“Brianna.” Mirembe donned a delighted grin that failed to mimic IAN’s mechanical vigour. “I see you held up your end,” she jabbed a playful thumb at the bottle, “care to come in?”

— Mirembe M’Ahar

Bree smiled and nodded. “I try my best to keep my promises.” She laughed and reached down to pet the small dog’s head. “Aren’t you adorable. I think my cat back home is bigger than you.” She glanced at Mira’s feet swiftly to see if she was barefoot. If so, she would slip her boots off and leave them by the door. Standing back up, she smiled and nodded to the eating area. “I see you did as well. It smells amazing.”

She smiled and held the bottle towards Mira. “I hope it goes with what you made. If not, can always have it afterwards.” She felt awkward not thinking to bring something lighter for dinner.

Brianna
HoM
Fire Born


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