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YE/D02 - Crew Mess - Paul - 04-24-2024
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RE: YE/D02 - Crew Mess - Theresa Black - 05-12-2024
Sitting quietly going over the last systems reports, Black considered her now lukewarm mug of coffee and debated if she should get another one given they were about an our out from their scheduled departure.
Propulsion was operational. Weapons all reading within parameters, but she was still not too happy with the Nadion feedback on the port dorsal array. All other tactical subsystems were reading as good, and she had a full staff this time. Not just her and a rookie to run it all, as they'd begun their last debacle of a mission. Everything said they were good to go as they were going to be.
The replicator called out to her... Coffee!
== Tag anyone getting coffee ==
RE: YE/D02 - Crew Mess - Theresa Black - 05-23-2024
[This is the Captain. All hands report to departure stations.]
Black's head snapped up from the table top, and she blinked several times as she realised she'd nodded off. The unfamiliar few seconds of disorientation as she focused on the PADD laying on the surface next to a quickly fading imprint of her hand she'd been seemingly resting on.
It was only about ten minutes after what she recalled the time had been while she was considering coffee. A consideration that was now a manifest requirement if they were indeed being called to departure stations.
Across from her she then noticed one of the Antares support crew. A big set man with a full beard. Probably in his late 40's. “You alright luv?” He asked. “You looked comfy. Didn't want to disturb ya. You look like you need a drink. Coffee?”
“Please.” Replied Black.
“Milk?”
“Yes.”
“One lump or two?”
“Two.”
“Sugar?”
The last question made her pause, but the man continued; “Here you go. It's a Guatemalan blend I picked up. I put it in all the replicators I work on now.”
It wasn't too strong, it wasn't too weak, it was just right. Black nodded with a smile as she began to let the beverage's miracle magic do its job.
“Thank you.” She said after the third sip began etching into her soul.
“Not a problem.” Replied the man. “Anyway, that's my lunch break over. Back to work. Things to see, people to do.” And with that he headed off back in to the corridor.
Black savoured the coffee for another couple if sips. Picked up her PADD, and headed up to the bridge.
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