Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Potluck Hooks, Attention to Cobb, XO, Counselor CAS, Closed

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Potluck Hooks, Attention to Cobb, XO, Counselor CAS, Closed

Posted by Crewman Quinn Emery Kindle (Yeoman / RTF) in Potluck Hooks, Attention to Cobb, XO, Counselor CAS, Closed

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“Ah, our indomitable counselor,” Cobb laughed this time with genuine affection at the sight of Casela, although quickly he added, “I don’t know whether to feel reassured by your presence or disconcerted. For where you’re to be found, Cas, trouble is not usually far behind.”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

“You wound me, Captain,” Casela bit back a grin looking totally affronted. “Trouble does not follow me, I scare it away. It’s not my fault Trouble doesn’t know how to be stealthy.” And only slightly more serious, but genuine, “Don’t worry Captain you are far safer in my presence than out of it.”

Raauhl chuckled “Is that the truth, Lieutenant” He smiled and winked in her direction though their relationship was common knowledge amongst the crew… how could it not be? They still liked to keep a professional working environment especially when the Captain was around. They neared the location to which specified by the crewman. “Well I vote that we send in our bravest first, Lieutenant?” He held out his hands and added, “Ladies first.”

• Cmdr Raauhl, XO

Casela turned her gaze, warm and laughing, on him. “I don’t know, Cmdr. I think you’re the expert on that particular subject, am I always in trouble?” She squeezed his arm playfully where it was tucked into his elbow. In reality she looked perfectly at ease having him escort her down the hall. Ryder had asked the captain for permission for their relationship, and Cobb had made the supreme effort to tease her about it. Though she would never acknowledge their relationship on duty, or in front of the captain, they were all off duty at the moment. And for a very rare moment, she was totally at ease and not putting on a persona, but just being herself.

She turned facing them both, an eyebrow raised, “Chickens.” She turned back around and pressed the chime. When permission was given to enter she stepped through the door, “Quinn! It smells amazing!” She glanced back at Ryder and Zachariah. “They seem to think I’m up to something, Quinn. Something about trouble always following me. That’s not true is it?” She was aware of Quinn’s nervousness as well as everyone else and she was more than willing to poke fun at herself.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

Quinn smiled up at Cas, “Thanks, I hope I made enough.” she gave a light laugh, “Trouble you?” she shook her head softly, “Nah, trouble only shows up when everyone else is busy.” she said with a cheeky grin at her friend.

“I’m sure you did and I’m also sure it will taste amazing.” Casela turned around pointing a thumb back towards Quinn’s direction, “See! She gets it! It has nothing to do with me.”

As Casela stepped through the doorway, Cobb placed a hand on Rauuhl’s arm and pulled him to one side.
“I am not overly accustomed to socialising with members of my crew,” he murmured in a low voice. “As I suspect you are not with your captain. But tonight we are both off duty. No longer captain and commander but simply two friends, accompanying two intriguing women to what my nose tells me will be a wonderful meal.”
He lifted the bottle of whiskey and waved it at the Trill.
“So Ryder, please try to relax. And I shall endeavour to do the same.”

And with that, Cobb stepped through the door and headed immediately for Quinn, the flowers held out towards her as he approached.

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Quinn stopped mid step as she took in her Captain’s appearance. From his Harley Davidson boots, to the jeans? His shirt brought out the color of his eye dramatically, it was his hair and beard that gave her the most pause. Then the flowers caught her attention, her face flushed crimson, “Thank you for the flowers,” she stammered out as she carryfully took the bouquet from Cobb.

“My pleasure,” Zachariah replied quietly, before stepping closer and whispering, “considering I have all the attractiveness of a drunken Tellarite, I thought I would offer you something more beautiful. Although they pale in comparison to you.”

Casela looked around. Quinn’s shirt and several other items in her quarters were that cerulean blue, the same as the captain’s eyes. Coincidence?

“Very well, buddy ol’ pal” He teased following behind him feeling a little empty-handed, eh should have brought something… Then another thought was this some kind of double date. He chuckled at the thought and would have to see how the meal goes. “Wow it does smell good!” Raauhl stepped up next to Casela no point in hiding thier feelings behind closed doors even if Cobb and Quinn were present so he placed a hand on her lower back and kissed her on her cheek. “You’re always in trouble.”

• Cmdr Raauhl, XO

“Now you know why I get up two hours before my shift for breakfast.” That and Cobb insisted, but she did enjoy those early morning meetings with the captain, and it had allowed her, in a relaxed environment, to help him…okay for them to help each other. She turned her head to look at Ryder as he walked over and was surprised at the openly sweet gesture and Casela found herself leaning into the heat of his hand. She didn’t quite know what to do with her reaction. She laughed at his words, but did he catch the slight self-consciousness in it? “You haven’t seen me in trouble yet. I haven’t been in the brig once since I came on board.” Was she nervous? But despite being surprised she was comfortable to stay there next to him. Until she realized that both men were still holding their contributions to the dinner. She took the cracker and cheese tray from Ryder, removed the lid and set it in an empty space on the table. Then the bottle Brandy from Ryder and stealthily took the bottles of whiskey and white wine from Cobb. She set the brandy and whiskey aside, and with an expert flourish uncorked the wine and set it in an ice bucket that Quinn had setting out.

“That can soon be arranged if a trip to the brig is what you’re after, Cas,” Cobb winked, setting his own bottle of wine on the counter and then turning full attention to the whiskey.

Ever the unflappable she grinned, “Really? Do you mean it? I mean a few days where no one is allowed to bug me because there is some emergency in the containment decks, no being woken up because some idiotic ensign decided to not follow safety procedures in the science labs and is now ‘suffering,’ and no RTF training! Yes please. I mean I do have a reputation to maintain.”

Quinn grinned at Rider, then back to Cobb and Cas, “Make yourselves at home and have a seat where you like. I will get these into a vase and join you in a moment.” she said with a nod towards the set table before she turned to her left and headed for the replicator, she didn’t have a vase yet, she had no idea what type would best fit the vividly colorful bouquet, Cobb had brought but she hoped their was something interesting from the data base.

Quinn Kindle, Yeoman, R T F, Cobb’s Angel

Instead of sitting down, Casela walked over to Quinn. “May I?” She was going to do it anyway, but she asked out of politeness. She searched through the computer codes until she found what she wanted. A moment later a beautiful glass vase appeared. Tear dropped in shape with the top fanning out and ending in a delicate ripple effect. The glass was twisted and streaked with pale streaks of the rainbow, softly complementing the gorgeous arrangement Cobb had given her.. A small device was attached to the bottom of the vase was a small light. When activated the light would refract through the water and around the stems, and then out of the glass through the rainbowed streaks, creating a unique light display each time. She handed the vase to Quinn, with the light off. “I know the artist.” Even without the light it would display the flowers in a delicate way, allowing them to spread apart and show off each one individually. She returned to the table and sat down next to Ryder.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

Zachariah sipped slowly at his whiskey, his attention momentarily caught by the hypnotic dances of light from the vase. Then, shaking his head, he considered offering some help to Quinn but then worried he might just get in the way, so instead turned his gaze back to the other couple in the room.
“I wonder what Irida might have to say about this little soiree, eh?” he commented with a chuckle.

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

This time she laughed, “Oh something totally inappropriate and absurd. She’ll probably accuse you of playing favorites and breaking Fey’s heart that you didn’t choose her sister’s pastries over Quinn’s. And probably that we,” and she waves a finger between herself and Ryder, “are looking for permission, or as she’d put it, better to beg forgiveness than permission. You are probably incensed that you weren’t asked beforehand and that the whole crew should rally behind us. Oh and not to mention that someone should sour Fey’s cookies because they all like Quinn’s cooking better.” She took a sip of the juice she’d had delivered and grinned wickedly. “But she shall have no clue. I made sure she was set to inspect ALL the Mark VII batons tonight, each and every single one. And it’s a 50 point check. She’ll be there till alpha shift tomorrow.”
Lt Synthi-er, CNS