Posted by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Nagivation Officer) in side - sim: It’s Tradition
Sojo was cruising along at a steady 3.8 warp. Helena had stayed at the helm as she and Logan went back and forth about how fast to accelerate and testing the engine stability out through Sojo’s paces. And then she was constantly double checking their trajectory against the navigation equipment and maps, just to make sure it was calibrated right. Helena was a bit of worry wort that way, always double checking things to ensure there were no surprises or malfunctioning equipment. Once she knew there were no bugs in the system she’d relax a bit.

It was now 2330 and En Beckham had arrived on the bridge to relieve her. He looked a little nervous. Helena stepped on the release for the chair and swiveled around and got up. He took the seat and looked like he might be sick. He confirmed with her their course and speed. She started to walk away, “Um…Lt?” Helena turned around and set a hand on his shoulder. “Relax, a ship is a ship no matter the size. You’ll be fine. You flew the Bonnie, right?” He nodded, “Yeah, but she wasn’t all shiny and new.” Helena grinned in understanding. “You’ll be fine, promise. But if you need anything, just comm me, okay.” She patted his shoulder and left the bridge.

Helena stopped off at the Galley for a fast meal and then headed for her quarters. About 15 minutes later she came out and headed down the corridor. She was dressed like it was the middle of winter. She had a small pack over her shoulder with what looked like a champagne bottle neck peeking out the top. She stopped at Marceau’s door and pressed the chime.

Helena

Marceau was off duty at the time, and it took him just a moment to answer the chime, dressed in, unluckily for him, a plain neutral toned t-shirt and a pair of comfortable casual pants. When he saw Helena, he gave her a look like Why are you wearing all that? “Aren’t you warm?” He asked, and then he spotted the bottle… Not champaign but sparkling grape juice. He stepped aside to let her into his quarters.

Marceau’s quarters were neat and orderly, partly because he didn’t usually bring much with him. There was a French flag hanging on one wall. His clothes hung in the small closet. Otherwise the room looked like he hadn’t changed anything about it since arriving on board. There was a queen bed against one wall, and on the other, a small work desk above which the flag hung. There was one chair at the work desk, and a small bathroom off one side of the room. There wasn’t a lot of extra space, but enough to move around comfortably. On Sojourner, the Captain’s quarters were the same size as all senior officer quarters.

~ Marceau