Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) in Gotta Eat Sometime
Things had finally smoothed out after a few days on board. Well that really was more dramatic than it was. Revna liked to stay busy, but never tended to do working meals unless necessary. And it hadn’t been, but she felt, ill educated about the politics, species, economics, and the list went on, of things in the Delta quadrant. So she’d been studying, reading, arranging the conference room and her office so that it would be easy to modify for whomever came on board. She hadn’t been to the officer’s mess since she’d met Cochrane there. It just felt strange. She wasn’t an officer, not anymore. She hadn’t been avoiding the mess or the crew, she’d simply allowed herself the choice of diving into her work and her new position and finding her feet there first. And now only time and experiences would tell how successful she’d be.

Okay well maybe she was avoiding the chef…maybe and she laughed softly to herself as she pressed the control panel for the door. She walked in and over to the replicator, for all the world it appeared she was about to order coffee from the infernal machine. That’s what most people drink. A moment later she took a steaming mug from the self and turned, heading for a table.

McKenzie, DA

Not long after Revna settled in at the table, another person entered the mess. The newly promoted and more aptly designated counterintelligence officer, wandered in, her footfalls quiet and sure. Moving to the galley passthrough, she poked her head over and smiled. Ahhh, stew! Harv was good to her. Slipping into the back, she helped herself and grabbed coffee while she was at it.

Her initial sweeping glance of the mess had already told her where she’d sit and soon enough she was sliding into the chair opposite Revna, setting her bowl and mug down gently. “So… newbie. Bet I know the surefire way to get myself expelled from the table and maybe put myself in the line of fire…” she said, her stormy grey-green eyes gleaming.

~Faye Calloway, Counter-Intelligence