Posted by Lieutenant Corinne Dalton (Scientist) in XO’s Quarters - Sleepover? Slumber Party? No Idea What To Call It

Posted by Commander Dr. Royal Sinclair (Executive Officer) in XO’s Quarters - Sleepover? Slumber Party? No Idea What To Call It
The XO’s Quarters on the Ogawa were slightly larger than the typical officer’s quarters; containing a full bedroom separate from the living and dining areas, and a full bathroom with both sonic and water systems. The CO and XO were also afforded slightly more ‘luxurious’ (the term used by the dock workers when they installed it) than the other quarters on the ship. But Royal’s quarters differed even more.

The room had a myriad number of shelves and shelving-systems along most of the walls. Separating the living area form the dining area was a floor to ceiling transparent wall with floating shelves of the same material, making the objects sitting on them appear as if they were floating in air. On every shelf was an intricate and detailed model of a ship. An not just starships, although there were plenty of those as well. There were sailing ships from all different species and historical periods. There Federation and Klingon and Romulan and Vulcan and Tellerite and a host of others forming the massive model fleet that was the walls of Royal’s quarters. But for the dozens and dozens of models all over… the room was warm and cozy, inviting even. Subdued colors, mostly earth tones, filled the space; but done in such a way as to not make the space seem smaller or closed in. Just… comfortable.

The living area had a deep cushioned couch and two matching chairs, all facing a low table in the middle. In the dining area was a table with four chairs around it. The table itself seemed to have been transformed into a kind of workbench. Across it were small tools… bits of metal, wood, and plastic… as well as a PaDD propped up on a stand. At one chair was the beginnings (end?) of some kind of ancient sailing ship in the process of being built.

The kitchen had a replicator and some cabinets, and was clean and organized. The bathroom was clean and a subdued and pale blue instead of the normal sterile white and chrome and, like the rest of the space, seemed to say ‘Relax’. The bedroom was modified slightly as well. The bed was larger than even the Captain’s, specifically to comfortably handle the large frame of the ship’s current XO. The room was less earth tones and more blues and grays… almost like a storm-swept coast along the shores of some cold and rocky island. On the walls were several large frames inside of which were shirts of some kind with numbers on the back and ‘SINCLAIR’ above them. Some had writing on them, like signatures, and others had different names above the numbers. The models continued in here, but in far fewer numbers than elsewhere. A large dark blue comforter laid across the bed, and flat on the ceiling was a blue flag with a large white ‘X’ going rom corner to corner.

Royal had spent the last ten minutes doing a Flight-Of-The-Bumblebee cleaning and making sure the place was not going to make her turn and run. Granted, he wasnot a slob by any stretch. He was clean and organized… but he was also very nervous.

Royal

There was this impulse to rush through the task of gathering an overnight bag but Cori forced herself to stop and take some deep breaths before she moved any farther.

Then she resumed her packing. Was it weird that she changed into comfy leggings and a one of her looser dance tunics before she left? She had pyjamas with her but there was something about leaving his quarters in the morning in the same outfit that she had worn tonight. As best she could figure, Cori wanted to protect his reputation and save him from any more gossip than their public date would already create. Sure, few people would likely come to this deck, but they could and that weighed on her.

Raven hair loose, the highlights shining almost blue under the lights, she arrived with a soft bag over one shoulder and pressed the chime.

~Corinne Dalton

The door slid open and Royal was standing there. “Hey.” he said and his face flushed. “Please, come in.” and he stepped aside and gestured in. “You can put your bag anywhere you like, and I didn’t know if you needed it or not, but I cleared off a side of the sink too.” He took a deep breath and then laughed softly. “Sorry. I’m really nervous for some reason.”

Royal Sinclair