Posted by Ensign Demil Lis (Science Officer) in Side Sim - Withdrawn - Demil’s Quarters (Closed, Tag V’alura)

Posted by Ensign Demil Lis (Science Officer) in Side Sim - Withdrawn - Demil’s Quarters (Closed, Tag V’alura)

Posted by Lieutenant V’alura Belmont (Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim - Withdrawn - Demil’s Quarters (Closed, Tag V’alura)
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Their Ark Angel’s adventure in the Warrens left its toll upon the crew. There were so many unanswered questions, so much time to agonize over the what-ifs and what-could-be’s. V’alura worked tirelessly upon her end-of-mission reports while also keeping an eye on her scientists. One could chalk it up to her “mother hen” and “team mom” reputation but she cared deeply for all her subordinates and couldn’t stand the thought of any one of them suffering alone.

So, she kept a mental note of any strangely behaving scientists until she finished her immediate priority work. Which brings her to the here and now, outside the Ensign Lis’ quarters. V’alura wore casual, but comfortable clothes: an oversized fuzzy purple sweater, a pair of black shorts and black sneakers. She had debated for ages between casual clothes and uniform but ultimately went with the former. She wanted her scientists to feel at ease and not like they were under a sudden inspection.

She hit the chime on his door and waited for his response.

Lt JG Belmont, CSO

Demil did his best to hide the tears. “Come in,” he said. When she opened the door and he saw who it was, he snapped to his feet. “Ma’am? I apologize, I didn’t realize you wanted to meet. Would here be convenient for you, or would you like to proceed to a lab or your office?” He ignored the informal dress, putting it down as another of his department head’s eccentricities.

Ens. Lis

Oh dear. V’alura drew upon her decades of professional acting experience to project calm and gentle warmth. “At ease, En.” She said, a little formality to help smooth the transition to the calm and informal atmosphere she had hoped for. “Here is fine, may I have a seat?”

Demil nodded. “Of course.”

Once settled into a comfortable spot, V’alura sat straight-backed, shoulders relaxed. Not the casual sprawl she would have preferred but another little way she moved and acted to put Demil more at ease. The poor En was all worked up like a spooked horse. V’alura smiled, her eyes crinkling in the corners with the movement, “I was in the area and thought I’d drop by for a little chat. How have you been?”

Lt JG Belmont, CSO

“I’ve been attempting to bring my conduct and quarters back within regulations,” Demil said. Quietly enough that very few people would hear it, though V’alura’s combination of half-vulcan physiology and theatrical training might catch it, he whispered, “So I never ruin a mission again.”

Ens. Lis

Goodness. V’alura gave nothing away but her heart was breaking for her poor En. Unfortunately for him she did catch the words, though for the moment she pretended as though she didn’t. V’alura was quiet for a moment, as she considered her approach. Then, she hummed, then looked about the room, considering. “I’m surprised to hear that. Your conduct has been exceptional and your personal quarters are for you to decorate and personalize as deem. I saw nothing wrong with the presentation of your quarters from before.”

Lt JG Belmont, CSO

“I have allowed my protocol in addressing senior officers to decay slightly, as well as a roughly 3.27% drop in productivity over the past month. My quarters, while within the acceptable margin of deviation, were not strictly regulation. Both issues have been corrected, although enough time has not passed to measure productivity.”
Ens. Lis
Bump!

The En was equipped with numbers. V’alura nodded her head to show she was listening while her brain worked in the background. Anyone who stressed over a less than five percent drop in productivity were either stressed the hell out or ready to snap and end up in sickbay to receive some forcefully medicated sleep. V’alura will have to tread carefully. “Rules and Regulation are wonderful guides.” V’alura said, agreeably. “What’s great about Starfleet regulations is that in certain areas there are grey areas. Though the manual outlines how an officer’s personal quarters should present, there is room still for decorations and creativity. So long as follow the guidelines.”

She spoke with casual kindness, as though they were having a comfortable chat about the subject. “Like in my quarters, I have two movie posters hanging on my walls. One is the poster for this movie called Legally Blonde. I love that movie. It changed my life when I first saw it as a teenager. The other is the poster for a movie I acted in. Last Summer At Crimson Lake. That movie changed the course of my acting career. So not the typical art that many officers elect but it falls within the guidelines of no more than three to four wall hangings for a senior officer’s quarters and each poster is within the size guidelines.”

She paused, then smiled at Demil “If you’d like we can go through the regulations and guidelines for personal quarters together. There’s many things that may not be ‘strictly regulation’ but are still acceptable.”

Lt Belmont, CSO

Bump - Abigail

“Alright,” Demil said. “If that’s what you would like to happen.”
OOC: Sorry I’ve been fairly inactive and not very descriptive lately.

Ens. Lis
Bump!

“This isn’t about what I want, Demil.” V’alura said, “This is about you. I’m going to be blunt now, but, I am worried about you. I’m worried that you removed the personal decorations in your room and I’m worried that you are obsessing over rules and regulations as a way to cope with the results of this last mission. Am I right to worry, Demil? Please be honest with me.” V’alura didn’t like pulling rank to get her way, or to get her subordinates to talk but she wasn’t sure she could separate V’alura the Person from Lieutenant Belmont in En Lis’ mind. And though she never made mention of her rank or role as Demil’s department head, she was aware that her request could be seen not as a honestly plea, but as the demand of a boss.

V’alura Belmont, CSO