Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sharah Fayth (Chief Science Officer) in Settling In - Again - Sharah’s New Quarters

Posted by Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) in Settling In - Again - Sharah’s New Quarters
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Sharah walks into her quarters on deck 27. Far away from everyone. It’s mostly quiet. Very few people are actually roomed down here, and for a JO it’s spacious. No roommate. Nice thing about being on a mythology class, everyone has plenty of room. She looks around, she’s exhausted. She’s ready for bed and hope that she sleeps. But the flashing on her computer screen stops her. Maybe it’s a letter? She turns on the screen but no such luck. No letters tonight. But usually they come in the morning before her shift starts. This however is a memo. Telling her to have her quarters packed for 1000 tomorrow morning. She’s getting new quarters. Sharah sighs. No sleep for her yet. She contemplates momentarily asking to stay here, but that feels too much like asking for special treatment because of her condition. So she confirms the move and then pulls the storage chest out of her closet and begins to fill it. It doesn’t take long. This time her plants don’t have to go into their stasis boxes. She packs the chest with everything she has and then places the plants on top. Then, two hours later she finally falls into bed exhausted.

Sharah had spent her last day in the arboretum that she would see in awhile. She’d finished her own personal flowerbed. She doubted many would understand it, but she didn’t care. Then she’d gone by her new office. It was so…blagh. But since she was now in charge she got to fix it any way she wanted. Her office. That sounded so strange. She walked up to her quarters. She was skipping dinner in the mess hall tonight. She didn’t feel like being around all those people. She still didn’t feel great after the previous night at the crew social event. Working in the arboretum had done a great deal for her and she’d spent some time with the ship’s counselor as well. But down time was essential. She’d have to make more of an effort to be seen around the ship, now that she was a department head. Be accessible and all that, but that didn’t mean she had to do it every day. And that down time was essential for her health. Last night had been a strong reminder for her.

She keyed the door panel, but nothing happened. She keyed the access code instead of the biometrics and still nothing. Sharah looked at the door. Oh how embarrassing. I’m on the wrong deck.... She’d gone back to deck 27. She didn’t live there anymore. She turned and walked back down the corridor and onto the turbolift. “Deck 4” The computer trilled and the lift took off, stopping several times to let several people on and off the lift, finally it stopped on deck 4. Sharah was so tired, she almost missed getting off. She looked around, it was slightly familiar. It took a moment and then she realized this was near shuttle bay 1 where she’d come aboard. Was that really only a month ago? She guessed it was. Okay now where was her quarters? She checked the layout on her PaDD. Okay that made sense, and wasn’t that nice. Guests quarters near the noisy shuttle bay. Department heads on the opposite side away from it. That was something anyway. Sharah moved down the corridor taking a left at the end away from the shuttle bay and then down another long corridor and to the right. 427. Almost all the way to the end. Only one more after hers. She didn’t even take the time to notice who was in which quarters. She palmed the control and stepped through and let the door close.

She blinked in the darkness, “Computer lights.” The lights came up and she looked around. This was HUGE. What was she going to do with all this space? “Whatever you want, Sharah. Welcome to responsibility. You get nice quarters. It makes up for the headaches.” She was talking to herself. There was her chest, but where were her plants? She spun around looking. Ah they’d been put near the couch. She picked up the small Bonsai tree, Hope, and placed it on the desk in the work area. The roses she moved over to the side of the couch so she wouldn’t trip on it. She opened the chest and sighed. Hadn’t she just done this? “Computer, play Vivaldi’s Winter.” The music began to play, “Computer increase the volume by 1 1/2” The volume increased and it was a little too loud, and that was the point. She began to empty the trunk, again. Clothes needed to be put away. Her PaDDs with all her personal research she put on the desk to take with her tomorrow. Her books got thrown lazily onto the shelves. She’d straighten them later.

Her chess set. She loved it. She set it down on her desk and set up the pieces. Then she sat down and pulled up all of the letters from the past month. Each one contained a chess move which she made on her board. After about an hour the board was reset. Why an hour? Because Sharah was being sentimental and was rereading everything in those letters as well. Sharah looked around the room. She was just too tired to do more. She picked up the pile of clothes and walked into the bedroom, and put them in a drawer. She went into the bathroom for a quick sonic shower and came back ready to flop onto the bed and stopped, looked back in the bathroom and laughed. “A hot tub.” She shook her head and returned to her trunk looking for the little machine that played delta waves for her. She got it out and returned to the bedroom. She turned the machine on and set it by the bed. “Computer turn off music and lights. Set alarm for 0700.” Sharah was out less than a minute later.

Lt jg Fayth, CSO

OOC: Nice post Jen! Loved reading this and I can’t wait for more!
Thanks
CockRoach

The next several days were mostly a blur. Sharah wasn’t sure if she was coming, going, sleeping, or sleep walking. And the insane amount of work had kept her focused and too tired to be overwhelmed. She wasn’t quite into a new routine, yet. She had spent several days just working in the science suite until she’d been told she was supposed to be on the bridge for part of her duty shift. She’d found that part of her day rather boring. She sat at the main science station and monitored what all the labs were doing from there. And with nothing of interest going on at the moment, there was nothing to report. But it had given her a unique view of how all the different parts of the ship worked as a whole. So far her schedule consisted of a morning meeting in the science labs and then straight to the bridge for that meeting and a couple hours of bride duty before she returned to the labs to work.

It had been a week since she’d moved into her new quarters. She entered and looked around. She hated the color, and the the size. It was so big and she had no idea what to do with it all. She sat down at her desk and turned on the terminal. She hoped there would be a letter from Ashlyn. She’d gotten Joseph’s that morning and new she wouldn’t hear from him again before the next morning. But she hadn’t heard from Ashlyn in weeks. She missed her friend, and the weight of being the cause of her erratic behavior weighed on her. Sharah knew it wasn’t her fault and it was Ashlyn’s responsibility to deal with her own feelings, but Sharah felt like she was breaking her promise to be there for her. Sharah shook her head, and for the moment letting go of her worry for Ashlyn. There wasn’t anything she could do at the moment.

Searching through the computer logs she went searching for ideas of what to do with the amount of space and found a list of things that were pre-approved. Sharah was astounded by the amount of things that they were allowed to do. Actually she shouldn’t be that surprised. Her and Ashlyn’s quarters on Europa had been transformed into a mock up of a jefferies tube junction paired with a parkour course. She and Ashlyn actually barely walked the floor except to walk into the room. Sharah considered briefly creating that set up again. It had been a fun configuration and would allow Sharah to keep in practice instead of having to claim holodeck time for herself, alone. But she quickly let that idea go. It wasn’t the same as sharing it with Ashlyn, and really Sharah had no business climbing to random spots high in the room without someone there in case she got distracted.

Sharah decided the first thing she wanted was to change the drab beige/grey of the walls. She knew what she would prefer, but wood wasn’t an option on a star ship so she choose a pale yellow for the main room. And then holo-projectors for all the windows. She could program them to present different scenes. She could even upload her own for them to display. She also choose to add a small kitchen space to the room. And then an extra display screen for her desk. That way when she was working she could reference multiple databases at the same time and compare them. She was sure there were other things she might want to change, but she’d look at more options later. She sent a request to engineering asking for someone to come help her, whenever there was time. She didn’t expect anything quickly, and so she figured she had time to figure everything else out.

She still had things she could unpack, but if she was changing it all she didn’t see a need to do so. She did however take one picture out of the chest and carry it with her into her room. “Computer dim lights to 48% and play the sound file from Rainns Gulf Beach program.” The lights dimmed and the sounds of waves breaking over the beach filled the room. The wind could be heard blowing strongly as the waves rhythmically crashed over and over again. Sharah sat, lotus style on the floor, the picture propped against the wall. She relaxed into the seated position and focused on the picture in front of her: a detailed pencil sketch of an ocean in the midst of a storm, a small boat set adrift upon the crashing waves, the right side filled by the image of an implacable lighthouse guiding the boat back to a calmer sea and stable rocky coast line. Using it to clear her mind and calm the ocean of noise that was her constant companion.
Lt. jg Fayth, CSO

Tabris was walking into his morning meeting for the day, an NLT Jefferson finished the huddle and handed out the duty assignments for the day. Tabris was far beyond the point in his life when he got uppity for being ordered around by those younger than him. Besides a Q, not many beings outlived El-Aurians and, should he survive his tenure in Starfleet, he might be doing something vastly different in 150 years or so. He took the pad and spun it around in his left hand, tossing it in the air a few times before catching it to look at what he was doing today. Although he had caught it upside down and he adjusted his glasses a little before flipping it over, hoping no one saw him looking a tad foolish.

“Lets see.” Tabris said to himself as he hummed a little toon, a habit he picked up from his mother centuries past as he said, “Ok first thing is degauss the EPS conduits on deck 13, scrub down the replicator transfer array in the mess hall, head to Lt. Fayth’s quarters to redecorate.” Tabris paused there for a second, “Ok that’s different” He said to himself as he made his way to grab his equipment. As he approached deck 13 he was talking NE Sparr’s ear off about how you had to degauss something called a ‘Cathode Ray Television’ and that the process was fundamentally the same as what they were doing but on a far smaller scale. He then went into detail about the exact method of how the device worked, what it was used for, and about 16 other related topics. Now NE Sparr looked like he would rather degauss Tabris in a rathe forceful way to get him to stop talking… but alas there were too many witnesses.

Finishing that he headed alone to the mess hall, to much relief from the NE where he worked on getting everything as shiny as he could! Turns out you can modify the degaussing equipment to send a shortwave magnetic pulse that will resonate the liner of the catch tray and make it easier to clean. Now how he was going to explain that he may or may not have made that modification permeant was a problem for the future .

He had one more task, and for that he made his way to the Lt.’s quarters. On the way he got lost at least 3 times, cursed slightly under his breath on how all these bloody quarters decks look the same and arrived at his last duty assignment exactly 23 minutes after he intended to. He rang the chime and waited.

Ensign Tabris Asam, ENG