Posted by Lieutenant Alita Claire (Chief Security Officer) in Alita’s Quarters (tag Anyone) - Open RP

Posted by Ensign Celador Theinna (Security Officer) in Alita’s Quarters (tag Anyone) - Open RP

Posted by Lieutenant Alita Claire (Chief Security Officer) in Alita’s Quarters (tag Anyone) - Open RP
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It was somewhere in the dead of night. Alita had tried meditating several times. She’d listened to river sounds that reminded her of home and burned a pretty smelling candle one of her cousins on the Genesis had given her, but her mind wouldn’t rest, so she decided to do the one thing that always calmed her.

Getting up, Alita walked to the area that she had designated for cooking and began laying out utensils and cooking supplies. It was going to be one of these nights.

Due to the heat of her ancient oven, she was cooking with her quarter’s door cracked open tonight the smells of cooking drifted through the corridors.

-Alita

Bump

Celador was out for a walk, He wasn’t happy about it but, after spending most of the last 20 years sleeping out of boredom while in prison, he didn’t like to sleep much. It was also the start of his off day and he was feeling very restless. So he decided to go walk the ship. For the last 45 minutes, he had been walking the decks, using the jefferies tubes to go between decks instead of the turbolift.

As he rounded a corner he thought he smelled something good. As he followed his nose to realized it lead to his bosses quarters.

‘She must be be having a rough night too, or could be a date.’ Celador thought as they approached her quarters.

‘Lets find out.’ Squared replied thoughtfully.

Celador saw a crack in the door and knocked.

-Cel

Alita set a platter down and glanced at her door.

“It’s open.” she said willing to share the night with any other night owls out.

Alita

Celador opened the door fully and walked in. “Good Evening, err morning LT, Not sure anymore. I was just out for a walk saw that your door was open and the smell of good food.”

-Cel

Alita was a little surprised to see Cel. Perhaps the ship was full of insomniacs. As she spoke, she placed a large cast iron skillet on a cutting board and slowly slipped a spatula between the rim of the skillet and a large round fluffy looking loaf of bread.

“Well I’m on option three of my ‘Let’s get some sleep.’ plan. As you can tell, it’s not working. Please, sit down, have a seat.”

“Thank you.” Cel replied, taking a seat.

Pausing, she looked down and placed her hand on top of the steaming loaf, slowly slipping the spatula beneath it, bringing it out of the skillet, and setting it on the platter. Alita smiled in satisfaction.

Now that was well seasoned cast iron. she thought.

Taking a sharp knife, she began cutting the bread into wedges.

“When I can’t sleep, I cook. If that doesn’t work, I drink. I don’t feel like drinking tonight. So how’s life aboard the Wolverine been treating you?” she asked conversationally.

Alita

“It been interesting, adjusting. Some of the younger crewmen are confused and concerned when they look at a 40+ year old ensign. Especially one who spent 20 years in prison.” He said, matter of factly. “What are you cooking?” He asked her, trying to get a look at what she was cooking.

-Cel

Alita had finished cutting the fluffy bread in wedges.

“I think there’s a name for it in one of Earth’s old romantic languages but we always just called it onion bread. Do you prefer butter or honey?” she asked.

Laying a wedge on the plate she turned her back to Cel to retrieve a butter dish and honey bowl.

-Alita

“Honey, thank you. So why can’t you sleep, anything on your mind?” He asked her, grabbing a piece of bread.

-Cel