Posted by Lieutenant Naomi Locke (Sci) in Let’s Stow It All (All JOs)

Posted by Ensign Elemirre Serinde (Engineer) in Let’s Stow It All (All JOs)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Roger Sanks (Linguist) in Let’s Stow It All (All JOs)
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Kenny looked at Prescot with a small smile of gratitude. He had definitely hoped for a few more moments with Naomi before the actual work began! When she stepped over, he let Naomi ‘help’ him with the not-very-heavy box he was lifting, but also gave her that same sappy smile he always had when he saw her. “Hey, Nomi.”

Elizabeth called to El and Sanks to distract them from the other pair walking off. “Hey, guys… come gimme a hand with this.” She nodded to a rather large container she was opening.

Prescott
Sec/ Intel(rel)

Before Elizabeth called to them, Roger responded to El, “I can speak, read and write majority of Vulcan and Spanish, everything else is a little more iffy, especially Klingon but I’m still studying and trying to rely less on the translators to help me.” They then went over to help Elizabeth. “Wait, what do I look like?” He asked her.
LT Sanks, Linguist.

El moved over with Sanks to where Elizabeth was referring. It looked a bit of a challenge. “You look more like a soldier,” she said. “I’ve been around them the last couple years and you’d fit in.” Inwardly she was disappointed hoping he would speak something she did. “Where do you want it?” she asked Elizabeth.
- El, Eng

Elizabeth looked at them both and laughed. “What do you look like? It’s more what we ‘all’ look like. We’re porters today.” She laughed and nodded to one of the piles for El to place the pieces. “It’s our lot till we are Department Heads.” She laughed. “Then we get to set other Junior Officers to this task while we worry about real problems.” She smiled and moved a container on her own.

Elizabeth
Sec/Intel(Relieved)

El let out a soft, not terribly ladylike snort. “At the British Academy I was told that the most fun one can have is when we might come to be a department head. Then we can do a lot of the stuff and the stuff we want to do before having the burden of a senior officer.” It was funny maybe but El kinda liked doing this ‘porter’ work. She liked to shift and move things around and feel like she had accomplished something. Besides some of the things was slotted for Engineering and it was fun to see what was what. “Besides, we can still tell enlisted crew what to do as we’re officers, even if junior.”
- El, Eng

The container deposited in the area with the crates and such, Kenny wasted no time in wrapping his arms around Naomi in a tight hug and placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “I missed you,” he muttered quietly, pulling back to look her in the eyes. “Man, I forgot how short you are,” he teased, grinning sappily down to her.

• Kenny, Helm

Roger moved with the group helping carry the heavy container. “I have served a couple ships as a security officer, which probably where I get that look from. I thought about joining the marines, but ended up in Starfleet instead.” He told El. “You seem to be able to speak other languages, what do you know?” He followed up asking her.
LT Sanks, Linguist.

“You know it would be really good to be able to make a kind of hover cart,” El mused. “Base it on an inverse magnetic field to stay above the deck. Would make transporting these things easier.” She found the labor a nice change in the day and the lugging of things refreshing. “I picked up a number of languages by osmosis. Or location. I grew up close to China, have mixed parentage so Cantonese I learned as a girl. Growing up I split between some Indian and African tongues. I know some German and Russian. Boy I sound like a pirate with this bit of this and that.” She laughed. The languages she had just picked up from whom she had been around, or, in the case of native languages, constantly immersed in it from her parents.
- el

OOC: Took a little off since the thread was getting rather long for my tablet to scroll down.
-Janice B.

IC: When Kenny spoke, Naomi tensed then relaxed. It had been a while since they had any close contact. Mostly he laid in bed, and she read a book, glancing over to him. Every day she checked in on his condition and it remained the same. Until yesterday when the nurse refused to confirm his status, resulting in Naomi questioning the best or worst. The moment she saw him enter the cargo bay, she immediately knew the rest and it made sense.

She chuckled at his comment over her height. “As Tay said, I’m fun-size. With you walking around, it explains why the nurse refused to give information about your condition yesterday.”

Her arms rested against him, enjoying his presence. For the months that followed since his accident, she wondered why she hadn’t moved on. Even now, she still wondered. Tay mentioned it had been because Kenneth had been the best man in her life so far and that was true. She couldn’t deny that fact.

Naomi sighed then shared a thought she had been milling over. “I should be mad at you. I honestly feared the worst. You know they get into trouble if they give false information, right?”

Her eyes tilted up to lock with him, but her voice held no bitterness in it. She still glowed from the site of him.

-ENS Naomi D. Locke, Sci.

“I didn’t know you were going to check in,” Kenny said, letting out a slightly pouty smile. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

He leaned down and kissed her nose. “But I’m sorry I made you worry. If I’d known that would cause you distress, I wouldn’t have tried that.”

Kenny, Helm