Posted by Captain Marceau Renault (Commanding Officer) in side - sim: It’s Tradition

Posted by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Nagivation Officer) in side - sim: It’s Tradition

Posted by Captain Marceau Renault (Commanding Officer) in side - sim: It’s Tradition
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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

Helena just gave him a look of You know why and if you forgot you’re in trouble. “A bit, but figured I better be safe. I want my necklace back, Marceau.” Then she laughed. and walked in. It was bigger than Helena’s quarters. Hers were about 2/3rds the size of the senior officer quarters. The layout basically the same except with a twin bed rather than a queen. Helena was just glad that she didn’t have to share. She spotted the flag, it bringing a happy smile to her face. Some things just felt right and seeing the French flag over Marceau’s desk was one of them.

Marceau grinned and pulled the necklace out from under his shirt, displaying it. It wasn’t an overly girly charm and he could get away with wearing it. “You’ll have to win it back.” He said, smiling and laughing. “And it’s the last thing I’ll give up.”

The grin on her face slipped a little bit. He was wearing it. That did funny things to her stomach. That last thing he’d give up? Helena wasn’t sure what to make of that. It was just a homemade charm of blue apatite that she’d found on a hike with her family in Iceland as a child. It wasn’t expensive or really have value except to her. Why was he wearing it? Why did he want to keep it?

She set the bag down on the bed and pulled out the bottle of sparkling grape juice and passed it to Marceau, “Do the honors?” Then she pulled out two glasses and set them on the desk. She tossed the bag in a corner after pulling out a small box. She sat down cross legged on the foot of the bed and opened the small box and pulled the cards out and began to shuffle. “You got the poker chips?”

Helena

Marceau popped open the bottle of grape juice and poured it into the two glasses. He grinned at the question and shook his head. “Non, no chips.” He looked at her again, “You have to start with a few less layers than that!” He said, grinning and shaking his head.

~ Marceau

“So our usual currency then.” Helena shook her head, “Nope! Just because I remembered and you forgot, doesn’t mean I get penalized. Besides I’ve been on the receiving end of you poker face. You don’t need the extra currency.” Helena laughed, put the deck down and turned, taking a glass from him. A weird look crossed her face as she looked at him, it stretched for long moments. Then she grinned, shaking herself a big. “To you, Marceau. The best CO I’ve ever served under. We all knew it that first mission and we’ve never been wrong. Félicitations, Capitaine Renault.” It was horribly accented, but apparently she’d been practicing…but when had she had time?

Helena