Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) in main sim - Officer’s Mess

Posted by Civilian Char’les Harv (Officer’s Mess Chef) in main sim - Officer’s Mess

Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Diplomatic Attache) in main sim - Officer’s Mess
Revna took the lift from the bridge down to deck 4 and inspected the rooms she had assigned for the Trabe and Kazon delegations - Deck 4 section D rooms 421 and 422 for the Trabe and Deck 4 section M rooms 497 and 498 for the Kazon. There was the matter of the rescued survivors, but they would be in sickbay for awhile and she could arrange for their accommodations after. Revna made a mental note to check with Cochrane before she did so. They had been ordered 5 representatives each so she would want to double check with him before she gave them rooms close to the official delegation or if they would attempt to have them returned to one of the remaining ships. If that was even a possibility at this point.

Then it was up to deck 3 and she made her way into the Officer’s mess and moved back towards the kitchen and poked her head in. “Hey Chef Harv, you around?”

McKenzie, DA

The familiar voice came from the kitchen door, which was propped open and a delightfully sweet and herbal scent was wafting forth from. “No. I’m on Delta IV getting massaged by beautiful women. Where else would I be?”

Chef Harv

Revna laughed, “Yeah? Got any strapping men there on Delta IV for me?” Of course if they were all clones of Mike that would be awesome and she laughed at herself.
Revna walked into the kitchen inhaling the herbal scent and sighed happily. “That smells amazing. Anyway, Cpt. Cochrane sent me down to have you prepare the Officer’s Mess for the delegations of Trabe and Kazon coming on board. I have to meet him in two hours when they come aboard, but I’m happy to help out if you need it.”

McKenzie, DA

“You’re married. I’m gonna tell your husband.” he said flatly. Tha Bajoran was busy pulling some kind of pastry from the oven: decadently spiraled rolls with cinnamon, sugar, and some kind of heady herbal topping. “Kazon and Trabe, eh?” he said as he set them aside to cool. Wiping his hands on a towel, he looked at the new Diplomatic Attaché. “He knows those two hate each other… right? As in ‘Kill On Sight No Matter What’ hate?”

Harv