USS Manhattan
Lounge- Meeting with Calloway
Posted by Lieutenant Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Lounge- Meeting with Calloway
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Lounge- Meeting with Calloway
Posted by Lieutenant Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in COO- Meeting with Calloway
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Hammor shook his head. “Not long. Couple of months. The crew is pretty solid. Professional. Socially it’s a bit closed off, each group kind of sticks to their own. But I was never one for being a ‘social butterfly’, so my opinion may be a bit skewed.” he replied as they reached the turbolift doors and stepped inside. “Deck 8.” Daggum said and the lift began taking them to the Lounge.
Hammor, Ops Chief
“Oh good. I won’t have to worry about party invites every week and being a social misfit any more than I already am,” Faye said with amusement. She glanced up at Hammmor. “That unorthodox mind of mine also has a skewed sense of social norms. Just so you know in advance. I’d also apologize in advance, but I blanket apologies really aren’t my thing.”
~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist
Hammer looked down at Faye and said “Not much on apologies in general, unless they are warranted. You just be you, I’ll be me, and maybe we will hit it off. Maybe we will hate each other. Only time will tell, right?” and he smiled as the doors opened. “After you. Let’s see how impressive this appetite of yours really is.”
Hammer, Ops Chief
Faye couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as they left his office. She’d had people she got along with and there had been plenty she hadn’t as well. For various reasons, of course. But Hammor seemed like a person she could not only tolerate but actually enjoy having exchanges with. Or least that was her initial impression.
Entering the lounge a short while later, Faye looked around at the modest space and pointed to a table with two chairs by the windows. It had a good line of sight and wasn’t too far from the replicator. “That one looks good,” she commented. “I’ll grab it for us and think about what I want while you grab your your first.”
~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist
Hammor grinned and said “Whatever you say.” and he walked over and ordered a large steak, baked potato, greek salad, and a Reuben sandwich. He also ordered a pitcher of some yellow liquid with red swirls in it and brought it back with two glasses. “Round one for me. Your turn. ” he said and leaned back, waiting for her to get her food before tucking in himself.
Hammor, Ops Chief
“Alrighty then,” she said. Standing at the replicator, Faye took calming breaths to try and remove any possible tension from his body. She was enjoying the conversation with him and there was something compelling about the man. But much like her reaction to the Cardassian, the irrational impulse she was fighting down was something from the past and had no bearing on her life here. At least that was what she was forcing herself to remember.
When Faye returned later, her tray held a large bowl of broccoli and cheese soup, hasperat, an Altair sandwhich and a glass of kava juice. Settling into her seat, she sipped n her juice and eyed her food. “No matter how many replicators I order it from, they never get hasperat to taste just right. And yet I still keep trying,” she said with a grin.
~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist