05-28-2024, 12:58 AM
== After the Ready Room posts ==
In truth, the last thing Tyra particularly wanted to be doing was roaming through DS9, bumping elbows with the carefree masses, and pretending as if life was just continuing on as normal. However, if Cera and Chase had made one thing abundantly clear, it was that she needed to, at least, put on an air that everything was okay and that she was entirely unbothered and unconcerned about the possible fall out of Artemis' latest adventure. And to do so, she couldn't continue to hide in her Ready Room and attempt to blow through her "I Might Not Be Captain Tomorrow" To-Do list.
As she walked through the Promenade with her head on a swivel, as was her habit, she honestly couldn't recall exactly whose idea this particular meeting had been. She had vented her frustration regarding some of the collateral damage from the mission to Cera, particularly the stress and strain on some of the interpersonal relationships among the people that had gone to the Callisto. Her greatest concern had been the fallout with Damian but given that they seemed to be avoiding each other like the plague, that seemed like an insurmountable task at the moment. Instead, she seemed to remember Cera suggesting that she focus on something she could smooth over a little better, something not quite broken because, well, there hadn’t really been an opportunity for there to be much to break in reality.
The redhead supposed she agreed because, while she still didn't agree with Calleja's outburst on the Philly, she could understand it. It was very likely that she had more in common with Calleja than she did with most of the other members of that team, and it was just as likely that a conversation with Calleja, because of those similarities, might have more of an impact than it would otherwise. If these were truly going to be her last days as the commanding officer of the Artemis, she wanted to know that she was making connections where they needed to be, that she was pouring into the places she could actually, maybe, make a bit of a difference.
Tyra's feet were on autopilot as she moved through the promenade towards a destination that she knew well from her previous visits; it was a favorite of Cera's and therefore, it was a regular stop for herself. Her choice in outfit, a steel blue tunic that tied near her hip with black leggings and brown boots, allowed her to blend into the moving crowds in a way that allowed her to relax just a little bit. Fortunately, while rumors were swirling, there was nothing definitive enough to draw the media's attention and for that she was eternally grateful.
Once she entered Kikar's, Calleja was easy to locate tucked into a table for two in the corner, though she supposed Calleja was likely easy to spot in any environment. She didn't even put up an argument that Calleja had taken the seat facing the room, it was privilege of the first arriving party to pick the most advantageous seat and Tyra had failed on this one. All the same, she offered Calleja a warm smile as she ducked past the waiter and slid into the open seat.
"Hi," she greeted Calleja before looking up at the waiter. The waiter started to open his mouth to offer her time to consider her options but she beat him to the punch. "Can I get a Montiro? Extra hot with a splash of cinnamon. Oh and do you have those…" she paused, her hands coming up to make a small circle as she tried to recall the name of the Bajoran treat that Kata loved so much.
The waiter smiled patiently. "A huli. The little pastry pies? Yes, we have multiple flavors though the current special is savory meat pie made from meat imported directly from a Bajoran farm and a fruit pie containing Terran lemons and Bajoran nogari berries. Both are very popular right now."
"I'll take one of each, please," she said with another warm smile.
Once the waiter departed, clearly having taken Calleja's order already, the redhead offered a slightly wry grin and a little shrug. "One of my closest friends is Bajoran and when Starbase Delta was both of our home bases, we use to frequent a little place very similar to this. I can't say I'm a huge fan of a lot of Bajoran dishes but those pies… they hit the spot," she explained.
Cera, once again, displaying that she knows me better than I know myself, she thought with the tiniest flare of wistfulness.
However, she didn't herself linger on that for long, not when she felt like she, at least, needed to explain this unorthodox meeting before they settled into an awkward silence.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet me; I know it's not entirely in the norm but given that nothing is exactly normal right now, I thought it best to try to make sure everything is straight between all of us. I know we had a rocky point in the briefing but I appreciate the support you gave me when it was needed most. I know it might not feel that way with everything as it is but it's not overlooked and it does mean something, to me at least."
== Over to you! ==
In truth, the last thing Tyra particularly wanted to be doing was roaming through DS9, bumping elbows with the carefree masses, and pretending as if life was just continuing on as normal. However, if Cera and Chase had made one thing abundantly clear, it was that she needed to, at least, put on an air that everything was okay and that she was entirely unbothered and unconcerned about the possible fall out of Artemis' latest adventure. And to do so, she couldn't continue to hide in her Ready Room and attempt to blow through her "I Might Not Be Captain Tomorrow" To-Do list.
As she walked through the Promenade with her head on a swivel, as was her habit, she honestly couldn't recall exactly whose idea this particular meeting had been. She had vented her frustration regarding some of the collateral damage from the mission to Cera, particularly the stress and strain on some of the interpersonal relationships among the people that had gone to the Callisto. Her greatest concern had been the fallout with Damian but given that they seemed to be avoiding each other like the plague, that seemed like an insurmountable task at the moment. Instead, she seemed to remember Cera suggesting that she focus on something she could smooth over a little better, something not quite broken because, well, there hadn’t really been an opportunity for there to be much to break in reality.
The redhead supposed she agreed because, while she still didn't agree with Calleja's outburst on the Philly, she could understand it. It was very likely that she had more in common with Calleja than she did with most of the other members of that team, and it was just as likely that a conversation with Calleja, because of those similarities, might have more of an impact than it would otherwise. If these were truly going to be her last days as the commanding officer of the Artemis, she wanted to know that she was making connections where they needed to be, that she was pouring into the places she could actually, maybe, make a bit of a difference.
Tyra's feet were on autopilot as she moved through the promenade towards a destination that she knew well from her previous visits; it was a favorite of Cera's and therefore, it was a regular stop for herself. Her choice in outfit, a steel blue tunic that tied near her hip with black leggings and brown boots, allowed her to blend into the moving crowds in a way that allowed her to relax just a little bit. Fortunately, while rumors were swirling, there was nothing definitive enough to draw the media's attention and for that she was eternally grateful.
Once she entered Kikar's, Calleja was easy to locate tucked into a table for two in the corner, though she supposed Calleja was likely easy to spot in any environment. She didn't even put up an argument that Calleja had taken the seat facing the room, it was privilege of the first arriving party to pick the most advantageous seat and Tyra had failed on this one. All the same, she offered Calleja a warm smile as she ducked past the waiter and slid into the open seat.
"Hi," she greeted Calleja before looking up at the waiter. The waiter started to open his mouth to offer her time to consider her options but she beat him to the punch. "Can I get a Montiro? Extra hot with a splash of cinnamon. Oh and do you have those…" she paused, her hands coming up to make a small circle as she tried to recall the name of the Bajoran treat that Kata loved so much.
The waiter smiled patiently. "A huli. The little pastry pies? Yes, we have multiple flavors though the current special is savory meat pie made from meat imported directly from a Bajoran farm and a fruit pie containing Terran lemons and Bajoran nogari berries. Both are very popular right now."
"I'll take one of each, please," she said with another warm smile.
Once the waiter departed, clearly having taken Calleja's order already, the redhead offered a slightly wry grin and a little shrug. "One of my closest friends is Bajoran and when Starbase Delta was both of our home bases, we use to frequent a little place very similar to this. I can't say I'm a huge fan of a lot of Bajoran dishes but those pies… they hit the spot," she explained.
Cera, once again, displaying that she knows me better than I know myself, she thought with the tiniest flare of wistfulness.
However, she didn't herself linger on that for long, not when she felt like she, at least, needed to explain this unorthodox meeting before they settled into an awkward silence.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet me; I know it's not entirely in the norm but given that nothing is exactly normal right now, I thought it best to try to make sure everything is straight between all of us. I know we had a rocky point in the briefing but I appreciate the support you gave me when it was needed most. I know it might not feel that way with everything as it is but it's not overlooked and it does mean something, to me at least."
== Over to you! ==