Posted by Ensign T’Mor (Science Officer) in Deck five mess hall alternative time line

Posted by Ensign James black (Security Officer) in Deck five mess hall alternative time line
James took the turbo lift to the mess, he was hungry. Plus it would be a nice chance , to meet the crew. He replicated, a steak and some synth ale.
He looked around and saw a few people sitting at the tables, he noticed a small group of NE,s at one table. But sat at a table that was empty,spike had to eat too. He seen a few board games, on a shelf. James took a padd out of his backpack, and began to look at different things to paint on the ship.

Ensign James black security
T’Mor entered the mess hall. Her stiff and even pace seemed to contrast the state of her uniform, which appeared to be covered in bits of straw. Tucked under her left arm was a black sketchbook and a small fabric pouch.

“Herbal tea, blend number five, ninety-five degrees Celsius, and one slice of lemon.” she dictated to the replicator.

It immediately went to work on the request. The drink, once fully materialized, gave of a light herbal aroma with mint undertones. With her free hand, T’Mor took the cup and began scanning the room for an empty seat. There was, regrettably, no completely empty tables. She weighed this inconvenience against that of simply returning to her quarters. At the moment, her cabin mates where in a rather loud and intense game of Kadis-kot. It was still much quieter and less cramped here. She approach Ensign Black’s table, noticing he seemed to be one of the few sitting alone.

“Pardon me, ” she said “Is this seat available?” She pointed to the seat directly across from his.

~€> Ensign T’Mor, Science

“Unless the Invisible Ensign is sitting at it, looks like it,” Came a voice from behind her.

Walking around so that he was now beside her and in view of the man seated at the table, a man wearing the red tunic of the Command branch and the rank pips of a Lieutenant Commander revealed to be the body behind the voice. “Take a seat, Ensign,” he spoke at the same time that he himself sat down in one of the empty seats and looked at the Ensign who was already sitting there, then looked at the time piece above the bar. “I’ve only got a few minutes then I’ll leave you two in peace but, I assume you are Ensign James Black, one of our Security Officers, yes?” He asked as he looed at the man, then shifted his eyes to T’Mor.

“You are Ensign T’Mor of our Science team unless I am mistaken?” The straight forward but quiet tone of his voice coming from a face that wore no expression, paused for a moment before breaking into a warm smile. “I’m Darius Morgan, the ships new Executive Officer. I’m just making my way around the ship meeting and greeting, it’s nice to meet the both of you.” Raising a bottle in salute to them both, he took a drink. It was a beer bottle, complete with condensation on the outside that revealed the glass to be cold. On the label, the brand ‘Speights’ was visible.

LtCmdr Darius Morgan, XO