Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vora Zorell (Scientist) in side-sim Mess Hall (Open to All)

Posted by Chief Petty Officer James Franklin (Engineer) in side-sim Mess Hall (Open to All)

Posted by Ensign Winston Greiss (Engineer) in side-sim Mess Hall (Open to All)

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Another ensign entered, visibly confused, as he looked about the room. He was a lanky man with broad shoulders, and stood just about 6 feet tall. His inky black hair was combed cleanly to the side, but rebellious strands suggested that it was not how it naturally laid upon his head. He sauntered over to Zorell’s table with something of a clumsy formality, as if he were intensely serious about having very little grace. As he slid over to her, the details of his face became more apparent. He looked to be of partial Asian heritage, with almond shaped eyes and striking blue irises. His skin was fair and freckled, showing signs of sun damage.
“E-excuse me?” he stuttered timidly.

~Ensign Greiss, Engineering.

Vora looked up from her stew in the direction of the stuttering voice. She smiled gently, her maroon eyes holding warmth. “Hi. How can I help?”

Just then, a stocky, older engineer stepped up to the table as well. Two inches shorter, and a good bit more solidly built than the ensign, Franklin had wavy blond hair and blue eyes. He held a tray of food, and smiled. “Afternoon Lieutenant, how are you? This one of our graduates?” His voice was thick with a southern accent, but his tone was kind. Franklin set his tray down, and began to sit across from and one seat down from Zorell. Unlike most of the others present, Franklin’s rank insignia denoted him as an enlisted man, a Noncomm.

Zorell grinned. “That would be my guess, Chief.”

“Have a seat, Junior, we don’t bite.” the man grinned and took a bite of something deep fried.

-Franklin, Engineer

“Hey… I don’t dare speak for everyone,” she said with a smirk. But gestured to the ensign. “Please, do join us if you like,” the Tenraith said.

Lt. (j.g.) Zorell, Sciences

The young ensign sat down next to them and tapped on the table with a nervous, yet steady rhythm. “I’m Winston. Winston Greiss. I arrived with the other graduates.” He stared at Franklin and tilted his head into an inquisitive posture. “Excuse me sir, I don’t mean to be rude, but as someone who has never been to the Academy, what do you think of us cadets?” He pointed to Franklin’s rank insignia.

~Ensign Greiss, Engineering