Posted by Cadet Ashlyn Trenton (Security Officer) in Side Sim - Lunch Break in the Mess Hall

Posted by Cadet Aili McMorran (Scientist) in Side Sim - Lunch Break in the Mess Hall
I’ll call you soon, I promise. Love you! xx. Aili finished typing on her PADD as she spooned up another sip of soup. There were few things she liked better for her lunch in the middle of a long day than grilled cheese and tomato soup. There was always something off about the replicated grilled cheese though, it just never quite captured the true scorchy, crunchy, meltiness of the real stuff. Not one to fuss, she enjoyed it nonetheless. Switching off her PADD’s screen, she pushed it aside and raised her head to wonder at the stars. She always chose a window side table if possible. If she was going to spend a career in space, she was going to live a life as full of as many views of the great expanse of the galaxy as possible. Many she had grown up among felt intimidated by the scale of the universe around them but not Aili. She was comforted, and made to feel at peace, by infinity.

Cadet McMorran - Science

Unfortunately, the peace was destined to be interrupted by the last person to expect. Cadet Trenton walked up to the table and lightly tapped on it with the nail of her left index finger in two solid but rapid sounds. In uniform, the cadet looked less abnormal than her civilian attire matching with anyone else that is a member of security. Her eyes were lit with the fire of creativity, but she lacked the skills to bring it to fruition. To do so would require a new friend, more practice for social skills. “Good afternoon, might I take up a significant portion of your time and space? I do promise to return it upon request.”

• Cadet Ashlyn Trenton

Sitting across the mess hall was Rainns, finishing up his lunch and playing a game of chess on his padd. He noticed when McMoran entered but noticed she was sitting alone stargazing and decided not to interfere. He also noticed when Trenton entered the mess hall and made her towards McMoran, he sighed, and went back to his chess game, if Trenton got too erratic for McMoran to handle he would intervene, but until that time, he saw no reason to move. He wasn’t feeling particularly social and his presence would probably only make the situation worse.

LT. J.G. Joseph Rainns- COS