Posted by Commander Jason Reilly (XO) in XO’s Quarters - History Lessons and Personality Conflicts - TAG Remy

Posted by Commander Jason Reilly (XO) in XO’s Quarters - History Lessons and Personality Conflicts - TAG Remy
Jason sat in his quarters staring out the window. He knew the time was approaching for the Captain to arrive, and two bottles and two glasses sat 9n the low table.

Even being on the ship a relatively short time,he had apparently made the space his own. It was laid out in standard fashion. The door opened into the living area. To the left was a small replicator and recycler area, with a counter and a couple of cabinets. To the right was a seating area, couch below the windows, and a low table. Three comfortable chairs sat on the other three sides. Where a table would normally be directly to the right of the door sat… a piano. Black lacquer finish, with red and black keys. Sheet music sat on the stand, and some others sat stacked on the lid. A door past there led to a small refresher, and on the far left of the room was a widescreen, in front of which sat an overstuffed loveseat.

Small items and holes filled the space tastefully. The items included a few rings in cases, a broken ba’tleth, a large tankard with a dent in the side, a smoking pipe, and various other oddities. Set on a shelf by itself was a set of actual pens, the kind with ink. Hanging on the far right wall was a tattered Cardassian flag under glass with a picture mounted inside with the flag. It showed Reilly and group of Star Fleet Marines. The Marines were equipped in assault gear. Reilly wore khaki pants, a blue t-shirt with a faded picture on the front, and running shoes. Between them were the figures of several severely emaciated Bajorans.

Reilly thought long and hard about Fin, and his jaw clenched.

Reilly, XO

Bump

Remy arrived at Jason’s quarters and rang the chime.

After admittance, he stepped in carrying a scrumptious, spicy smelly crock pot.

“You said to bring some food. I ‘ave ‘ere some. . . .almos’ fresh Cajun style crawfish. Lt. Claire wanted to prove she could cook Cajun style food. an’ I ‘ave to say she definitely ‘as some Cajun in ‘er. (OCC: No pun intended). Dig in, mon ami.”

Boudreaux (CO)