Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Brigette Marshall (Chief Engineer (CE)) in Pre Sim - Mwezi’s Quarters

Posted by Lieutenant Mwezi (Weapons Officer) in Pre Sim - Mwezi’s Quarters

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Brigette Marshall (Chief Engineer (CE)) in Pre Sim - Mwezi’s Quarters
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After the incident in the lower decks, Mwezi was confined to quarters for 24 hours while the healing of his back was completed. It hurt to touch the effected area, so he mostly just lay on his stomach and slept. He was listening to music now though. It was relaxing, and distracted from the occasional twinges of pain that ran down his healing back.

• Mwezi, CTO

Bridie had been aware of what happened to Zi and it bothered her she hadn’t made it up to see him. It was later in the afternoon when she chimed at his door and hoped she wasn’t waking him. She had chosen this late hoping to catch him between waking up from his morning rest and heading to bed early.

Bridie
CE

Mwezi muttered something. Then more loudly, “Enter!”

The door swooshed open, and Bridie was allowed passage into the room. It didn’t look much different from her previous visit, except for the fact that the couch was pulled out into a flat shape and Mwezi was laying on his stomach on said flattened couch, his eyes closed. Some classical-sounding music filled the room at a gentle volume, although the specific song that was playing would be unfamiliar to the CE.

Mwezi, CTO

“Hi, Zi…” She came around so he could see her without moving. She crouched down and lightly touched his arm. “You doing ok? What can I get for you?” She was smiling and her face was full of concern and compassion, not pity. She rolled her eyes to the ceiling and nodded. “Love the music, by the way. What is it?” Her hand was absently rubbing his bicep, away from his wound.

Bridie
CE

“Ballad of the Moons, by Geharu,” Mwezi said with a small smile. His eyes closed as he enjoyed the almost haunting quality of the music. There seemed to be two instruments, a woodwind and something that sounded like a harp, and they seemed to almost circle, rising and falling in step with one another. Sometimes faster. Sometimes slower. “Some water would be nice.”

He wasn’t expecting pity from Bridie. He didn’t blame her for what had happened on the lower decks, so he was glad she wasn’t trying to apologize or take responsibility for his injury.

Mwezi, Sec