Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in 2200 (Tag: Dawson)

Posted by Civilian Dawson (Intelligence Operative) in 2200 (Tag: Dawson)

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in 2200 (Tag: Dawson)
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Marishka slipped out of her heels and intot he jeffries tube she hadn’t known was in her office until her favorite Caitian had shown her one evening. Now she used it every time she needed to leave without being seen or just wanted some alone time. People had a tendency to find her even in her quarters. Usually she didn’t mind that but, every once in a while, she wanted to be alone with her tumultuous thoughts. The other reason, of course, was that she wasn’t going to make it easier for Mr. Dawson to find her. She picked her way carefully for what seemed like several ong minutes until she exited at a seldom used cargo bay, stepped onto a catwalk, and surveyed her surroundings.

• Marishka

Dawson arrived at tyhe Parthenon with a PADD in hand, Normally he had no need for such a device, however it wsa much easier to gain access to hard to reach places when you could mobily hack into it. He had hoped there would be no need for it, but better safe than sorry in his mind.

He observed the bustling lounge and approached the one who seemed to be in charge in Marishka’s absence. He was on time…2200 hrs to be certain. But he figured she would be nowhere in sight.

He approached the bartender. “I’m here to see Marishka. We had an appointment?” The Padd helped his appearance as well making it certain that it was likely business as usual.

-Dawson, Intel

Ted set down the glass he really didn’t need to be cleaning but it made him look official and like he was doing something.

“Yeah, they all say that. I was actually expecting you Mr. Dawson. I could tell you she’s in her office but you and I both know that’s not true. If you go in there and look on the desk though, you might find something in there for you, top right hand corner. Don’t be too long, I’ve been instructed to come and get you after five minutes.”

Usually Ted found these types of games rather boring but he had developed a fondness for Marishka that only a man who wasn’t attracted to women could have.

“Good luck.” he said pointing in the direction of her office.

• Ted

Dawson gave a slow grin as his eyes followed Ted’s indication to his next destination. “Doubt I need that long…” he said under his breath as he quickly made his way to her office.

As soon as he stepped in, he locked the door for some good measure. He took in the surroundings as he made his way to her desk. He looked about and eventually brought his eyes to the top right hand corner.

-Dawson, Intel

Marishka had long since removed what she would consider personal items from her office, now there were mostly the usual trappings of anybody else who might be aboard the Athena. She wasn’t the type of woman to leave her bat’leth hanging on the back wall for show after all. She had long since replaced the large desk with a smaller yet, somehow, more ornate one and downsized most of the furnishings.

On the top right hand corner of her desk, this evening, sat a small bag with a note sticking out of it. The only odd feature were a pair of shoes sitting under the desk.

• Marishka

Dawson took careful note of the shoes before reaching for the bag and reading the note sticking out of it. Curiosity was still keeping his head in the game.

-Dawson, Intel