Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Dead Man Cooking

Posted by Civilian Vorraye Anders (Diplomatic Attache) in Dead Man Cooking

Posted by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) in Dead Man Cooking
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After a discrete computer inquiry from her quarters to the whereabouts of the Captain, Raye headed for the mess hall and two dinner trays with food, drink and dessert on them.

=^= The Captain is in the Cargo Bay. =^= came the response.

Seeing Harv in passing, she smiled and nodded as she often had before everything had gone sideways. Taking the trays, she headed our into the corridors to go see the Captain.

Her attire was simple this evening. Black jeans and a turquoise silken material t shirt. She wore black boots and no makeup or jewelry. Her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail.

Raye
Diplomat

Computer

“Huh… well cargo bay it is, then.” She headed to the location with the trays and palmed open the door. Once inside, she paused to see where the Captain was.

Raye
Diplomat

There was no sign of the Captain, but from far back in the hold came the sounds of music… some kind of stringed instrument.

Cochrane, CO

Raye carefully set the trays down on a container and made her way around bay in silence. As she came in sight of him, she quietly crossed her arms before moving just to within his line of sigh to not startle him. She leaned back with a smile on her face and watched him.

Raye
Diplomat

He was seated on a folding stool, eyes closed, and was playing a cello. The case lay open on the deck with a soft towel and a bottle of some dark amber liquid by it, and the smell of resin and wood polish was in the air slightly.

As he played, he moved slightly in time to the music, and his fingers moved almost casually as the notes issued forth softly. After a moment, he slowed and stopped playing, and opened his eyes.

It was obvious she startled him, but he simply said “Ms. Anders. And what can I do for you this evening?” His tone was professional, not emotional. But his face went slightly rigid when he spoke, and he began packing the cello away.

Cochrane, CO

She held her arms out to make him stop. “No, please. Don’t. I’ll go. And I’ll lock the door. I just brought you dinner. I’ll leave it on the crate by the door. I’m sorry intruded, but I’m privileged I got to hear it.” She slowly started to back off, a soft smile on her lips.

Raye