Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Eela’s Apartment- Compelling Things to Grow

Posted by Lieutenant Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Eela’s Apartment- Compelling Things to Grow

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Eela’s Apartment- Compelling Things to Grow
So far her life on Oed seemed to involve wrangling chaos. So… not all that much different than the usual, even if the scope and impact were vastly larger.

But as she had mentioned, she was able to take a late morning and spend some time working on her patio and since Sharah was also free, she invited the doctor over, telling her to sign in at the security desk with the plain-clothes Starfleet officer and when she pressed the call button for the lift at the very end of the lobby, Eela could allow her up.

While she waited her friend’s arrival, she was out on the patio soaking up the warm sun. There was a nice breeze today as well which would be nice as they worked. Tossing coffee coloured cushions on the patio loungers set up in the corner, she moved over to sip from her glass of water and then eyed the large planters lining the outer edge of the patio. It was large enough that even though her apartment had tall ceilings, anything she grew there would get enough sun to be classified as ‘full sun’. That wasn’t the case elsewhere on the patio, so this area was her food production section.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

The date and time had been arranged, but Sharah knew she would be bringing a couple of bags of equipment with her. So in an effort to ease the security check in process she had sent a list of what she would be bringing to Eela a few days before hand.

The day was beautiful and Sharah was excited to be digging in the dirt rather than stuck at the hospital. It was a nice change of pace. She enjoyed the walk, the noise around her was happy, and families and children ran and played and simply enjoyed life. Stepping into the building she spotted the plain clothes security officer. She had seen him in e or twice in passing around the fleet housing. He compared her combadge signal and her biometrics with her file, checked everything she had and scanned it. Then he left her to the lift and hit the button. “Have a good afternoon Lt.”

Sharah stepped on to the lift, “Thank you, you as well, Cmdr.”

Fayth

As the lift made its way to the twelfth and top floor, security send a message up to her so she knew someone was on their way. So it was that Eela was waiting at her open door when Fayth stepped out a soft smile on her face. She was dressed very casually in the same stretchy black trousers she had worn at the hospital and dark green t-shirt that skimmed her body, giving lots of room for her brace. Her hair was thrown up in a loose ponytail. “Good morning.” She stepped back to allow the doctor to enter.

“Good morning.” Sharah stepped off the lift careful not to hit the jam and bump her cargo. She was wearing what looked like jeggins and a soft light weight knit shirt. It came to her knees (on a taller person it would have hit just at the hip) and was secured with a thin belt. She glanced around in curiosity as she entered Eela’s space.

The large foyer had a closet to the right and another door on the left that led to a storage room. But there were also two comfortable arm chairs in a floral pattern on either side of a console table. On the taupe coloured wall walls were a couple of art pieces: a delicate pencil drawing of some sort of shop with jars of items on shelves behind the counter, and a watercolour style painting of an aurora sweeping over the night sky, illuminating a lush looking hillside. The sight lines from the front door looked across the matte black stone floor with white veining right into the open plan dining room which held open double doors onto the large patio that spanned two-thirds the length of the penthouse. There were no buildings right beside hers that blocked the view, so one could see the central part of the colony in and around the Government Tower.

“Can I take anything? And we can even just take things right out to the patio. It’ll be easier,” she said, gesturing straight through her place.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

“Oh please.” She passed her two hard bottomed tote baskets filled with seedlings, “I’m afraid I am going to tip them over.” Then she adjusted the other bags with a grin. “I may have gone overboard. How are you today?

Following Eela toward the patio Sharah breathed it in. “This is lovely, so much light and the view is wonderful. Oh,” she turned about and glanced at the sun. “You’ll be able to get full and partial light out here. Wonderful.” Sharah’s enthusiasm seemed boundless when it came to plants.

Fayth, SFCMO