Posted by Cadet Ashlyn Trenton (Security Officer) in Side-Sim: Lunch After Parkour

Posted by Cadet Sharah Fayth (Doctor) in Side-Sim: Lunch After Parkour

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The internal conference of Trentons were trying to decide if she had asked Rainns and he said no, or if she had decided not to ask at all. They decided to go with not asking and move some paper around to draw on as a plan came to mind. Then the discussion changes to an argument about whether it would be better if Fayth could see what was going on in her head or just hear it. Something about private image collections on a wall that is best left unseen is what ends the argument. Ashlyn takes another bite from the bar while considering how to condense the layout. “I actually like the idea and was thinking something similar, though it will have to only take up half the room. Kyle Anders is my room mate and I’m pretty sure he’s going to be mildly unsettled with me having a large rodent maze in the room.” The internal conference of Trentons all burst out laughing at their own joke…or perhaps she imagined herself as a rodent and the image was actually that funny.

• Cadet Ashlyn Trenton, Security

Sharah shook her head laughing quietly. Sometimes Ashlyn was…not too much, perhaps too funny. The arguments too ironic. She had to admit sometimes the things her more amorous voices said made her want to blush, but Ashlyn was her best friend and she was happy she was comfortable enough to let the voices have free reign at the time. She was glad that Ashlyn’s team realized there was no way to ask Rainns without actually talking to him. That was a secret she kept as well. She also wouldn’t ask Ashlyn’s DH about a private conversation he had with one of his officers. She wished they would share the image idea for her room but she wouldn’t pry. “Who cares if he likes it. We’re supposed to learn to get along and accept others differences. Do it anyway. You never know, you might set a new trend. I would love to see his face after it’s done. But like I said I’m not free till the day after, but I’d be happy to help you set it up.” Sharah took a bite of her food. “Oh and as your doctor, I insist you stop by in the morning after your shift so I can make sure that shoulder is healed up, okay?”
Cadet Fayth, Doctor

There was a chorus of agreement from within Trenton’s head before she nodded herself, “Alright sure, I’ll see if I can convince one of the more reasonable engineering cadets to come give us a hand as I’m sure we’ll need help getting the parts made anyhow. I recently had to put a bunch of them in the brig for being…well drunk and careless with some sensors, then fighting us while resisting detention. Wasn’t a fun night.” Ashlyn had walked away with a fair share of bruises that night, then volunteered to stay back to do everyone’s reports because the team had been exhausted.

• Cadet Ashlyn Trenton

“What? I never understood why people get drunk. Alcohol and I do NOT get along. I guess it’s different for people not like me.” Sharah smiled, she was glad that Ashlyn was going to try. “We should probably sketch out what it might look like so we have an idea to give the engineer. I’m sure there is someone who will do it. Pick someone from 3rd shift who wasn’t a part of that and would be willing to help.” Sharah thought it was likely Ashlyn could just use her significant charm running rampant in her head to convince them.
“So other than rounding up misbehaving cadets and teaching parkour what else are you doing?”
Cadet Fayth, Doctor

Ashlyn took the last bite of her bar, giving her a chance to think. “Not a lot honestly, eating, sleeping, studying, trying to find more opportunities to take on that will add to my application package for Starfleet Intelligence. I told you about that didn’t I?” Trenton wracked her brain trying to remember if she had shared her goals with Sharah or not, she was pretty sure she did but couldn’t remember. The Conference of Trenton were mostly making spy and private investigator jokes, any of the ones that were getting too inappropriate were cut off with the sound of a sharp slap, which may have happened a few too many times. Someone is going to have a sore hand in the morning, assuming thoughts had hands, or faces to slap with those hands, or could actually feel, could thoughts feel?…Trenton’s mind has a very unique way of working.

• Cadet Ashlyn Trenton, Security

Sharah nodded sipping at her water. “Yes you did. I’m sure you’ll get there. You’ve got a lot of drive.” Sharah paused, closed her eyes and took a deep breath to center herself, “Hey Ashlyn…it’s all visualization it just depends on how real you want it to be.” Oh her extra shifts were taking a tole. She would have to cut back for a week after this set was done and then start working on getting those hours back again. Sharah heard a rather loud ‘slap’ and looked at Ashlyn, “Now that sounded like it hurt.”
Cadet Fayth, Doctor

Ashlyn huffed mildly miffed, “Well she deserved it, she said she was going to investigate yo-” Ashlyn stopped herself just as she realized the internal thought was going to work its way outside. “You know Sharah, some of those thoughts are far less embarrassing to everyone if they stay in my head. Unless you would like for me to announce images of you and beaches to everyone while at work?” Ashlyn chuckled and tapped her forehead, “Just sayng, you know, might want to be careful about having me accidentally saying aloud what is in my head. Might get people into trouble.” The Conference of Trentons have apparently decided to put on a skit about being Space Pirates, sailing through the stars, raiding captain’s quarters for specific things.

• Cadet Ashlyn Trenton, Security

“I am nothing if not mostly careful,” she pointed around the room. Most everyone had left except for a couple other cadets at the far end of the room, “But you are right. I’m overly tired and I need to keep my mouth shut.” Sharah feigned shock, “I didn’t know you cared like that.” She got up and took her tray to the disposal. “So what do you think about your room?”
Cadet Fayth, Doctor