08-25-2023, 03:07 PM
== Lieutenant Commander Cera Morgan ==
Cera had been part way out of the cargo bay when her PADD had chimed. She'd assumed it was Tyra with additional orders but no, it hadn't been something so reasonable.
She'd read Elias' message twice while in the turbolift before she'd checked the time stamp on it, which illicited an eye roll. The idiot had spent a week and some days ignoring her messages, deciding to party with his friends and now, after the recall, he'd decided it was a good time to resolve things. Clearly, he hadn't read any of the messages she'd sent him, particularly the last one written with the help of red wine after she'd found out he was back and partying with the engineers. If he had, he'd have read her apology for her side of the tango and have likely understood how pissed off she was at his antics, pissed off enough that he probably didn't have enough wine to placate.
Her fingers flew over her PADD as she typed out a quick answer before re-reading it. She didn't delete it ultimately but she didn't send it either. She suspected that he was only trying to fix things now because he could say he'd tried but the new missions prevented it, allowing him to hide further, but the reason aside, he didn't deserve a timely answer. He might not deserve an answer at all considering his message made it sound like they'd had a minor diaagree, not a knock down drag out fight followed by over a week of radio silence on his part.
She shoved the PADD into her pocket a little more aggressively than needed as the turbolift opened on the right deck. She took a deep breath but instead of steeling her spine like some, she slipped that mask of good graces and a sweet smile into place. She would not let an asshole upend her ability to perform her duties exquisitely.
Cera tried to make a point of dropping into each department on occasion; it was the easiest way to keep track of the ship's pulse, which was what she brought to the table for the command team. Yet, science wasn't a regular pit stop all things considered; she found that they were usually engrossed in their work and as a whole, not overly social, which made Intel gathering difficult. Today though, it seemed like a good place to hide for a bit.
The lab looked like it was starting to get busy with scientists focusing on their tasks, whatever that might be. She was looking for Judith, who she'd known since Cera's very early days as a yeoman sitting in senior staff meetings, but instead saw JG Devereaux, who had illicited quite the rumor after getting stunned two missions earlier but Cera had had very little contact with her.
"Hello, JG. How are you doing today?" Cera greeted Devereaux with a warm smile.
"Are we all busy on projects or taking a little break since the taskmaster is absent?" She asked, nodding towards the empty office.
Her dark eyes shifted around the main lab, taking note of who was and wasn't present. "Have you seen Tucker since recall?"
== Tag! ==
Cera had been part way out of the cargo bay when her PADD had chimed. She'd assumed it was Tyra with additional orders but no, it hadn't been something so reasonable.
She'd read Elias' message twice while in the turbolift before she'd checked the time stamp on it, which illicited an eye roll. The idiot had spent a week and some days ignoring her messages, deciding to party with his friends and now, after the recall, he'd decided it was a good time to resolve things. Clearly, he hadn't read any of the messages she'd sent him, particularly the last one written with the help of red wine after she'd found out he was back and partying with the engineers. If he had, he'd have read her apology for her side of the tango and have likely understood how pissed off she was at his antics, pissed off enough that he probably didn't have enough wine to placate.
Her fingers flew over her PADD as she typed out a quick answer before re-reading it. She didn't delete it ultimately but she didn't send it either. She suspected that he was only trying to fix things now because he could say he'd tried but the new missions prevented it, allowing him to hide further, but the reason aside, he didn't deserve a timely answer. He might not deserve an answer at all considering his message made it sound like they'd had a minor diaagree, not a knock down drag out fight followed by over a week of radio silence on his part.
She shoved the PADD into her pocket a little more aggressively than needed as the turbolift opened on the right deck. She took a deep breath but instead of steeling her spine like some, she slipped that mask of good graces and a sweet smile into place. She would not let an asshole upend her ability to perform her duties exquisitely.
Cera tried to make a point of dropping into each department on occasion; it was the easiest way to keep track of the ship's pulse, which was what she brought to the table for the command team. Yet, science wasn't a regular pit stop all things considered; she found that they were usually engrossed in their work and as a whole, not overly social, which made Intel gathering difficult. Today though, it seemed like a good place to hide for a bit.
The lab looked like it was starting to get busy with scientists focusing on their tasks, whatever that might be. She was looking for Judith, who she'd known since Cera's very early days as a yeoman sitting in senior staff meetings, but instead saw JG Devereaux, who had illicited quite the rumor after getting stunned two missions earlier but Cera had had very little contact with her.
"Hello, JG. How are you doing today?" Cera greeted Devereaux with a warm smile.
"Are we all busy on projects or taking a little break since the taskmaster is absent?" She asked, nodding towards the empty office.
Her dark eyes shifted around the main lab, taking note of who was and wasn't present. "Have you seen Tucker since recall?"
== Tag! ==