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USS Ogawa

Side Sim: Crew Lounge (Deck Six)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Duvosa (Security Officer) in Side Sim: Crew Lounge (Deck Six)

Posted by Lieutenant Anastasia Darren (Chief of Psychiatry) in Side Sim: Crew Lounge (Deck Six)
The rest of Ana’s shift had passed quickly as she reviewed the various messages that she had received from Ogawa crew and added notes to the files of her patients that she had seen recently. Before long, an alert dinged, informing her that it was 1830. She briefly pondered if she should return to her quarters to change out of her uniform, but she decided that it was not necessary in order to engage in her meal with a companion. She did take a moment, however, to run her fingers through her chin-length black hair, and then tucked it neatly behind each of her ears, out of her face. She rocked to her feet moments later, smoothed her uniform carefully, and made her way to the lounge.

Seeing that she was the first of the pair to arrive, Ana settled into a table for two near a window and scanned the other crew gathering to enjoy a meal, content to people watch until Duvosa made her appearance.

Dr. Darren, CoP

“Hello there,” A sultry voice said from off to Ana’s left side. Standing there, holding a glass of a dark liquid with a few ice cubes in it, was Duvosa. She had on her duty uniform and looked rather the same as she did when she had been in Ana’s office. However, there was a little bit more softness in her face, and her lips were curled at the ends ever so slightly into what appeared to be a small smile.

Taking the empty seat across from Ana, Duvosa sat, sipping her drink. “Good to see you again.”

-Lt jg Duvosa, Sec

The more welcoming presence of the officer briefly took Ana aback as her dark eyes rested on the woman, enough so that she shifted slightly uncomfortably in her chair. “Yes, it is good to see you again,” she responded and then stared down at the ice cubes oscillating in Duvosa’s glass from the movement. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she glanced back up at Duvosa again. “What are you drinking?” she asked, forcing herself to slow down her typical hurried speech pattern.

Dr. Darren, CoP

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