Posted by Lieutenant Commander Jessica Teller (XO) in OMAP Party: Evelyn’s Brewing House Grand Opening - Lily and Duncan

Posted by Lieutenant Duncan Rhodes (Chief Science Officer) in OMAP Party: Evelyn’s Brewing House Grand Opening - Lily and Duncan

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Jessica Teller (XO) in OMAP Party: Evelyn’s Brewing House Grand Opening - Lily and Duncan
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“Rumble with some raiders?” Duncan echoed and grinned at her, raising his eyebrow. He had been slightly unsure of where exactly to go, he had options, as well as a promise made to a friend earlier in the day that he had thought about conveniently ‘forgetting’ up till this point. “You want some fun? At this time of night on the station most fun is behind closed doors Lily, but, I think I might have something a bit more exciting than rumbling with pesky raiders.” They reached the turbo lift door and it slid aside, Duncan giving Lily’s hand a squeeze as they stepped inside and the doors slid shut.

“I dunno,” she said in a skeptical tone. “Persnickety pirates play pinochle pretty....darn good.” Pointing a finger at Duncan she added “don’t judge. That was a lot of P’s on short notice,” she winked at him. “So are you going to tell me where we are going or do you not have a plan. You can tell me your bingo on ideas. I won’t judge…much,” Lily smiles at him.

“I’ll tell you what, I’m going to take you to two places. If you can keep up with me at the first, and the second makes you smile then tomorrow night you get to choose the Pizza and the Movie, as long as it’s something Indiana Jones like and the pizza doesn’t have pineapple on it.”

Lily gave Duncan an disgusted look. “Pineapple? On pizza? You heathen. And I thought you were cultured. Just for the record I am silently judging you now.”

“What are you judging me for? I said no Pineapple on Pizza,” he explained. “It’s almost as bad as spaghetti on pizza.”

The doors opened and Duncan led Lily out. The turbolift had let them out into a dark, narrow corridor area in the depths of the space station that looked like it would be dark and deserted even in the busy part of the day, let alone this time of night. Minutes later, and they had reached a door. It was bare with no signage or markings, and looked like every other door in the corridor that they had passed. “Are you ready?” Duncan asked her, smiling very slightly and moving his fingers between hers so that they were intertwined, not just holding hands. “Once we’re in, there’s no backing out. You gotta have my back, and I’ll have yours.”

Lt Duncan Rhodes, CSO

Lily’s other hand slid into the bag she was carrying. Why do the hot, sexy rich ones always have a crazy streak, she thought as her hand closed around the small tube.

The door in front of the pair began to open at the same moment Lily took her hand out of the bag.

Bringing it to her lips she blew out a large piercing sound from the whistle. She doubted anyone would hear the emergency whistle but it was worth a shot. It would also give Duncan a chance to fix things if he wasn’t going to blow her out an airlock and leave her for dead.

Lily.

The whistle was, in plain terms, unexpected. At this early hour of the morning it traveled up and down the corridors of the sleeping station like a freight train and for all the silence in those corridors, it was even louder for Duncan and the woman standing in front of them holding what appeared to be a much needed cup of coffee for her.

At the sound, the woman got such a fright that she flinched in response, and the coffee fired straight out and over Duncans chest. A crashing sound behind the woman led to a smashing sound, and two dozen small screams as the class of young children all dropped or knocked over the various science or art projects they were learning about as each and every one clapped their hands over their ears to escape the piercing noise of the whistle, then looked at the doorway at the two strangers standing in front of their teacher. One of whom was now wearing their teachers coffee and wincing at the burning sensation seeping through his shirt. Then, all of them looked at the woman the man was with, blowing the whistle as the man gently reached up and placed his finger over the small hole blocking the air passage and causing one final flat note to signal the end of the alarming call.

“Mr Rhodes,” the woman said, looking between the two and then down at her empty coffee cup. “When I asked if you would mind helping with the night school for Starfleet night staff, I didn’t expect you to bring a drill sergeant with you. I don’t think the children are quite ready for boot camp yet.” She looked behind her at the carnage of broken beakers and spilled paint, then back to the pair.

Looking at Lily, Duncan took the whistle out of her hand and put it in his picnic bag. “Mrs Rose, I apologize for the interruption. I thought I might bring someone with me as a surprise for the children. You know the old Space Ranger motto, ‘Be Prepared’ and all that?” He looked down and picked his wet shirt of his chest for a moment before letting it fall back. “This is Lily, Lily, meet Mrs Rose and the night school kids of Outpost 42.”

Lt Rhodes, CSO