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USS Leviathan

recurring side-sim: Sausage and Scuttlebutt

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in recurring side-sim: Sausage and Scuttlebutt
It was the morning after the party at the lounge. The crew had been moved to the lounge on deck 30 and the party had continued. Casela had managed to sneak some of the cake away for the crew without Cobb noticing it was gone. She was sure after the strange events, Cobb had unwound in his usual way. She got up early, why? because Cobb always got up early to eat in his office before his shift. How did she know this? Because she kept track of schedules. Yes, she was stalking the senior staff. The first sign of trouble was an altered schedule, so she made it her business to know where the staff usually was during their days.

Casela requested two cups of strong coffee and grabbed a little something extra and headed for Cobb’s office. She arrived, nodded to the night shift and rang the chime. After Cobb answered she walked in and over to the desk. She put one of the cups of coffee in front of him. She then took the liberty of getting a glass of water. She brought it to the desk, took out the ‘extra’ she had brought with her. She ripped the package and ‘plop-plop, fizz-fizz.’ “I thought you could use both this morning, after last night.”

Casela sat down in the chair across from him.

Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

As was now a veritable routine, Cobb was seated at his desk, a mountain of bacon, eggs, sausage and potato in front of him. On this particular morning, however, he’d eschewed the usual subspace stream of Terran news, finding the light from his terminal too bright for his currently pounding head. At the appearance of the Counselor, his initial reaction had been to lament the loss of solitary peace. But at the sight of the fizzing glass of water, he smiled, broadly.

“Ah, you’re a bloody angel, Cas. And don’t let anyone ever tell you different,” he winked, before reaching for the glass and downing its sour contents in one gulp.

Chasing the medication with a large swallow of coffee, he nodded at his food and added, “Why don’t you grab yourself something to eat and then fill me in on the current goings on while my head clears a little, eh?”

  • Captain Zachariah Cobb

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