Posted by Commander Mason Black (Executive Officer) in Arrival on the Odin - The search for room 717

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Paris Carisi (Armorer/Physicist) in Arrival on the Odin - The search for room 717

Posted by Commander Mason Black (Executive Officer) in Arrival on the Odin - The search for room 717

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“I ain’t ever seen yous,” the man raised his sandwich in a half salute as the doors to the turbo began to close. “And ah it’s next Saturday I was talking ‘bout,” was the last thing Paris and Mason heard as the doors snapped closed.

“Now that is a man that will go places.” Mason said dryly, and leaned against the back of the turbo lift and put the bags on the ground.

Paris moved next to Mason and took a seat on one of the bags. “Okay we do this one more time and if our quarters are not on the other side of the door I say we pull the fire alarm, wait for security to arrive, claim it was a surprise drill, and you make them carry our bags to your quarters,” she leaned her head against his arm. Eight hours ago the idea of taking the impromptu shuttle heading here sounded great. They would arrive before schedule and while it was late, they could wake up in their new quarters rested after three days of travel with broken sleep. Now Paris was wishing they opted for the shuttle they were supposed to have taken and gotten up at zero four thirty hours to make it.

Leaning down, Mason leaned her head back slightly and kissed her on the lips gently. “That is a fantastic idea,” he told her, “I knew there were more than nineteen reasons I love you.”

“Only nineteen,” she said playfully. “Guess I am going to have to remind you about reasons 20-75 later tonight,” she winked at him.

“You might just at that,” Mason agreed. “We can go through them one by one, slowly, so I don’t forget.” Mason stood up straight once again and turned to the door, her hand in his.

As the shuttle doors opened, one thing finally went their way since stepping onto the USS Odin. On a shiny metal plate was the single word: Deck Seven.

Paris Carisi Armorer

Mason looked at it a moment, then took the bags when Paris stood once more and stepped out of the turbolift. “You know,” he began, “I think that room guide was Deck Seven, Room Seventeen,” he said to her. “Not room 717, somebody forgot to put the dots in between.” He raised his eyebrow and began counting steps and then finally stopped, looking to his right. Room 17 stared back at him.

“Baby, we’re home,” he said and grinned, then looked over at the opposite door. “Who the hell do you think this Willamenia Roy is that we had to have a warning from handy andy down below?”

Cmdr Black, XO

As if on cue the door opposite Mason’s slid open. In the entry was a woman standing like she was expecting anyone but Mason on the other side. A flicker of shock danced across her eyes before settling on Mason. Slowly pulling her arm down from its position over her head as she lounged in the frame of the doorway, Willamenia moved towards Mason. “So you are my deck buddy,” she extended her hand for Mason to shake.

Putting down the bag in his off-hand so that he didn’t have to let go of Paris’ hand, Mason reached forward and took that offered by the woman. “You have deck buddy’s on this ship?” Mason asked, shooting Paris a glance. His eyes asked everything that Paris would recognise, what the heck was a deck buddy? Idly he wondered if it was anything like a deck appointment, in Wilamenia’s case, it definitely sounded like it was a deck appointment. “Mason Black,” he introduced himself, “and this is my fiance, Paris Carisi. We just transferred in, I’m the ships new XO and Paris here is the Odin’s new Armourer.” Mason gestured to the woman’s casual attire, “I’m sorry if we disturbed you, or if we weren’t who you were expecting.”

Paris was not sure what to make of the woman but found the situation rather amusing to watch. She and Mason had been on the Asimov for so long it was like culture shock being transferred here. The Asimov was the equivalent of a small town. The Odin was a major city. With that comparison in mind, all Paris could think of was how crazy people could be in big cities.

“I am Willamenia Roy. Night officer of the science labs. I just got off shift which is why I am not in uniform Sir but once I opened the door I couldn’t rightly pretend I didn’t see you now could I,” Roy’s voice held a sultry purr.

Paris cocked an eye confused at what was occurring. Yes it was now 7 am but most officers when they got off a shift did not slip into PJs that fast nor greet someone at the door the way she did. Obviously she was expecting company. Thankfully the man that warned her and Mason about not knocking on the wrong door did not share the full story of why.

“Not at all, that would have been, odd, yes,” about as odd as opening the door at the slightest sound of people and leaning on the doorframe like your toyboy was waiting outside Mason thought to himself, but smiled.

“So how do you like our little ship,” she asked gesturing down the hall with a hand as if Mason was standing in a home and not a Federation starship.

Paris could not believe the woman was standing in the hallway in her Pajamas. She would also lay down money that Willamenia Roy had to be some quarter Orion.

Paris. Carisi.

“Well I wouldn’t exactly call it little, it’s a bit bigger than the competition I think. Paris and I had quite the tour trying to find our room, a gentleman in the lower decks gave us directions and mentioned you might have had a late night, in case we were loud I’m guessing.” Squeezing Paris’ hand, he turned and pressed the button that opened the door to their quarters.

“Anyhow, miss Roy, I think we should let you get some rest. Night shift is long, we’ve all been there so, um, we’ll let you get back to, whatever you were doing. It’s been a real pleasure meeting you.” Reaching down, he picked up the bag he had dropped earlier and smiled at Paris. “I could do with some rest myself love, and maybe some coffee.”

Cmdr Black, XO

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