Crew Mess: Lunch Break (open to all)

Posted Feb. 9, 2020, 3:50 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Simon Arbogist (Counselor) (James Harrison)

Posted by Mar. Captain Eleanor “Iron Lady” Carnegie (Recon Squadron CO/Pilot) in Crew Mess: Lunch Break (open to all)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Simon Arbogist (Counselor) in Crew Mess: Lunch Break (open to all)

Posted by Mar. Captain Eleanor “Iron Lady” Carnegie (Recon Squadron CO/Pilot) in Crew Mess: Lunch Break (open to all)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Simon Arbogist (Counselor) in Crew Mess: Lunch Break (open to all)

Posted by Mar. Captain Eleanor “Iron Lady” Carnegie (Recon Squadron CO/Pilot) in Crew Mess: Lunch Break (open to all)
First it had been Sloan, stopping her before she could leave the cockpit with concerns regarding their Sensor Ops officer. Then, it had been Badger, the Sensor Ops officer, following her through the corridors sharing with her his true opinion on the training missions they were running.

Eleanor’s wrist chronometer marked 12:27 when she finally walked through the Crew Mess’s doors, with a cloud of annoyance thundering over her head. She could hear her heartbeat so violently in her ears that she was afraid the throbbing was visible.

It took ten minutes to get through the line of officers on lunch break and to pick her own lunch plate from the buffet, before Carnegie finally managed to sit down and have some time away from the complaints of both members of Sentinel 1’s crew.

The Crew Mess was crowded, but not enough for the chatter to drown her own thoughts. As she pushed her glasses against the bridge of her nose and grabbed the cutlery to start eating, Eleanor glanced through the room in search of any familiar face.

CPT Carnegie, Recon Squad CO

“Excuse me,” A voice said from beside her. Out of her peripheral vision she would see the figure of a man standing there. “Would you mind terribly if I joined you?” She may or may not recognize the man as the ships Counselor, and his black eyes would no doubt alert her to his being a Betazoid, if she wasn’t already aware.

-Counselor Simon Arbogist

OOC: I am so sorry I didn’t reply to this earlier! It’s been a crazy few days and I didn’t even remember to check this thread…! – Joana

IC:
Although not a very familiar face, Carnegie was aware that the officer talking to her was the Chimera’s Counsellor. She was also painfully aware that she had not met with the man, even though she knew she had been supposed to, mostly since Marine Medical didn’t have their own. Arbogist would be able to sense the guilt ridden thoughts coming from the Marine pilot.

Turning towards the sound, Eleanor greeted the man with a smile. “Not at all, please.” She said, motioning to the different available seats on the table. Her willingness for some lunch company other than her small ship crew was genuine. “I’m always happy to meet new faces.” Her smile widened slightly. “I don’t think we were ever introduced, I tend to live in or around the flight deck.” She added in an apologetical tone. “Eleanor Carnegie, Recon.”

CPT. Carnegie, Recon Squad CO

Simon took a seat next to her. “The pleasure is mine.” He said as he sat. “I’m Simon Arbogist. I spend quite a lot of time in my office so I can certainly understand.”

Eleanor gave the counselor a sympathetic smile.

He took a sip of the drink on his tray. “There is no need to feel guilty about not coming to see me. Most officers have that reluctance to meet with me.” He gave her a slight smile. “How are things in your neck of the woods?”

-Counselor Simon Arbogist

Carnegie had her glass of water halfway to her lips when Arbogist spoke. Caught off guard by the statement, she was glad she hadn’t yet filled her mouth with it.

The surprise was apparent, both in her thoughts and in her expression. Eleanor had met a few Betazoids here and there, but she had never worked closely with one. And regardless of how much time she spend in their vicinity, the shock never seemed to go away.

Even though she knew it was pointless, Eleanor did the human thing to do — trying to keep a casual outward expression as best as she could. Taking a sip from her glass to buy some time, she perched her glasses back on the bridge of her nose before speaking. “Ah, it’s not so much as reluctance as it is being busy.” She kicked herself mentally for her words. “I mean… it’s not like psychological evals are not important…” Carnegie could feel the hole she was digging increasing. Deciding it was better to face the matter head on, she continued. “You probably know this, but… there’s a big split between Marines and Starfleet Officers… we don’t mingle very well. And we have our own medical personnel, but we don’t have a counselor. It is very easy to just pretend the position does not exist, if you know what I mean.” She smiled apologetically.

Simon gave her a smile and a nod. He did understand what she was saying. It was a sentiment he often encountered in Starfleet with the separation of marine personnel and general personnel.

“My neck of the woods is… interesting. A lot of new people. There are a lot of new challenges with being a squadron commander, but I am enjoying it for the most part. What about your neck of the woods, Commander?” Eleanor asked, taking a bite of her food.

CPT. Carnegie, Recon Squad CO

“I find that most of the crew are reluctant to interact with me,” Simon said. “I believe that many people see a Counselor as someone they need to fear or avoid. Most times I only see people when they have a scheduled appointment.” He paused, gazing at her. “I am also new here, so I haven’t had the chance to meet many people aside from my appointments.”

-Counselor Simon Arbogist


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