Posted by Civilian Mirembe M’Ahar (Director of Terraforming) in Near Rabbitus Memorial — A Good Time for Coffee
OOC: Feel free to pop in!
IC:
Moonlight, fragmented and blighted by an amber glow, seeped through her window. It crept over mismatched PaDDs and abandoned coffee, stirring the petals of a favinit and the fledgling spines of a baby Saguaro. Eventually, it touched Mirembe’s aching fingers and warmed them with a warning: dawn was nearly upon her.

Drowsily, she tightened her grip about the stylus and stole another sceptical glance at the hologram. It mocked her with her own chicken scratch. ‘Coccolithophorids’, ‘biospray’ and ‘magentic shield’ adorned its peak, spilling into messier chains of half-baked thoughts and sloppy equations. Soon, her musings engulfed the board and reduced her to a jumble of excitement and utter exhaustion.

Where was I going with this? Mirembe caught herself wondering as she scoured her notes and sources for a trace of motivation. But each venture sent her on another curiosity-driven tangent that steered her further from her initial task. Biodomes. Taking in a slow breath, she mustered the energy to scoot her chair closer to the stack of mismatched PaDDs in search of her original proposal. She’d deliberated with Bree—Director O’Harra—methods and intended outcomes, but talking about it was much different (and much easier) than conveying it on paper.

There you are! Mirembe snatched the PaDD from its perch, a grin emerging across her otherwise stolid features. Eager to finish what she’d started, the Haliaan reached for her bulbous, sand-coloured mug and lifted it to lips. A grimace instantly consumed any semblance of a smile. It was cold. Dreadfully cold. Dare she grab another? Mirembe deliberated the idea, resolving that caffeine was a better alternative to pushing through on sheer will. Besides, if Rayne caught wind of her midnight activities—Mirembe grimaced.

Yes, definitely a good time for coffee.

Bundling up and beckoning IAN from its fascination with a Jelna trinket, Mirembe slipped from her office and tossed a wary glance at the front desk. Whew. She released a soft breath when Rayne failed to confront her with a sceptical eyebrow raise and knowing frown. There would be no lecture today. Well, so long as she made it out before the administrative assistant sneaked up on her. Unwilling to take that chance, Mirembe made a beeline for the door and slipped onto the street. Now, all she had to do was find that corner coffeeshop. That was the easy part.

— Mirembe M’Ahar, Director of Terraforming

Two people were walking together slowly away from the coffee shop arms linked. The man was tall and wide and wore simple brown trousers, a white shirt, his jacket was folded in his right arm, his hand held a cane which he used casually. He was a very broad and muscular human and although he didn’t look much over middle-aged his hair was completely grey. The woman was a Trill and wore a Doctors uniform, she was tall but still a head shorter than he, she had an almost regal bearing. Suddenly she tapped something on her wrist, made a hasty farewell, and hurried away to the hospital. The man put his jacket on his now free left arm and watched the woman leave, a fond smile on his lips.

Turning to leave the man spotted the approaching Haliian and smiled, raising a hand to her. Joseph Karlson hadn’t had a chance to meet with the new Terraforming director and bumping into her now was a fortunate occasion. In his mind’s eye, a screen opened with the woman’s file, having read and memorized it previously. He raised his hands and formed the FSL signs whilst also saying out loud “Good Morning, Director M’Ahar”

Commissioner Karlson