Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Issac Forgrave (Chief of Security) in Side Sim: Me, Mysymbiont, and I - XO’s Office

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Renveer (Executive Officer) in Side Sim: Me, Mysymbiont, and I - XO’s Office

=/\=Sir? I’d like to meet with you regarding a guest we currently have on the Dresden. Where can I find you?=/\=

Issac Forgrave, CoS

Renveer’s stomach sank at the comm. The executive officer had convinced himself that the rest of the day would pass by uneventfully, and that at the end of it Cet would leave as abruptly as he had came. It appeared that wasn’t to be the case. Renveer had thus far resisted the urge to check the security feed of the guest lounge, but he quickly pulled it up to make sure Cet hadn’t made a scene. It looked like the man was just sitting there… although Renveer had to admit that he was inclined to brush off Forgrave’s request for personal reasons, rather than objective ones.

=^= Certainly, Lieutenant Forgrave. Has Dr. Cet done something uncivil? =^= The frown was evident in his voice. =^= I’m in my office, you can meet me here if there’s something to discuss. =^= Renveer held his breath for a second, holding out a small sliver of hope that Forgrave would say nevermind.

(Lt. Cmdr. Renveer, XO)

Forgrave heard the frown in the Trill’s voice (if indeed such a thing was possible), but he thought there may be something else there as well… But unfortunately, he simply didn’t know the commander quite well enough to be sure. =/\=No Sir, by my understanding Dr. Cet has been perfectly civil; though.... Well, the situation appears to be unexpectedly complicated and delicate. I feel it may be best to cover the details in person; I’ll be at your office shortly.=/\= Forgrave’s uncertainty was clear; he made little attempt to disguise the hesitation in his voice.

True to his word, it was only a matter of minutes before Renveer would hear the door chime.

Issac Forgrave, CoS

The door to Renveer’s office opened automatically when Forgrave pressed the chime, obviously expecting his arrival. The executive officer’s office was arranged much like Renveer had organized his space when he was counselor… one high-backed chair for Renveer, situated across from a loveseat and another lounge chair, bridged by an elaborate rug in the center of the room. A desk sat empty and forgotten in the far corner. The walls of the office were decorated with abstract art hailing from members of many different cultures, almost all of them vibrantly colorful. Browns and earth tones dominated the room’s color-scheme, and the lighting in this office had been yellowed slightly, making it less harsh than elsewhere on the ship.

Lieutenant Commander Renveer sat in his chair, curled over a PaDD that displayed the security feed of the guest lounge. His body language was obviously nervous, his leg bouncing and his posture guarded even as he sat up. “Lieutenants Forgrave.” He motioned to the loveseat and chair across from him. “You spoke of a complicated and delicate situation… is everything alright?” Renveer was not the hardest person to read, especially when he had been thrown off-kilter like he was today. It was pretty clear that Renveer knew what situation Forgrave was about to describe.

(Lt. Cmdr. Renveer, XO)