06-07-2024, 02:13 AM
<< AT/D03-10 - Crew Quarters <<
“...so there just wasn’t a way to really alter the layout, because of how the hull curves in this area. Honestly, I sometimes feel like I preferred my department head quarters. They felt bigger somehow? Though being so close to the Bridge means I can roll out of bed pretty late compared to before,” Damian chuckled as he walked Ju from the turbolift to his door.
There was a mixed set of feelings in his chest. On one hand, he was incredibly excited to spend time with Ju and show her another side of him that most people didn’t get to see. On the other, he was also just slightly reluctant, as his quarters acted as a sanctuary for him. Everywhere else on the ship, people had unfettered access to him. Whereas in his quarters, it was just for him. An escape from always ‘being on’ all the time, as being an FO so often seemed like. It wouldn’t be like that with Ju though, he knew, as he could be himself around her as he already so often was. Bringing her into his haven was an easy choice.
Pressing the access button, the door flew open to reveal his hideaway. The place was immaculately clean, incredibly organized, and meticulously maintained; except for a couple of key areas that showed it was, in fact, a lived-in space. His display with his Championship Belt was hard to miss. Mounted prominently on the wall, inside in a sleek transparent case, was the belt along with a small plaque with specific details on his victory. The belt itself reflected the light with substantial gold hues, and then also deep blues within the logo.
Off to their immediate left after walking in was a small training area, with some weights neatly stacked, some resistance bands carefully coiled, a speed bag mounted to the ceiling in one spot, a full-size punching bag in another, and two pairs of boxing gloves hanging nearby on the wall. The holoemitters were well hidden, though certainly Ju’s eyes would detect them, and they often provided backdrops for Damian to train in. A closer inspection of the boxing gloves would reveal one pair that looked like the ‘working pair’, with hand wraps inside. The other, older and weathered pair, weren’t in use and had signatures from his coach and others on it in black ink. The speed bag was at the perfect height for Damian to use, but it looked worn. While the punching bag definitely looked like it had had better days.
“Mi casa es tu casa,” Damian said with a smile as he brought Ju across the threshold, “feel free to make yourself at home. There’s a little hidden bar by the four seater table there if you are thirsty. Or there is the replicator too… but it ain’t got the good stuff.”
There was a playful tone in his voice as he gestured to the right, though Coleman kept moving through the space as he spoke, heading toward the bathroom.
“Only thing I can recommend is to stay away from the clear liquid in the mason jar…” he said over his shoulder as he ducked into the bathroom and went straight to the sink.
Taking off his tunic, he tossed it toward a bin before grabbing a hand towel. With a quick rinse in some hot water to wet it, he started with cleaning his face, then the top of his clean shaved head. After that, it was to the rest of his torso, trying to do a good enough job to feel refreshed. All the while, Damian kept speaking with the door open, projecting his voice so Ju could hear him.
“...that stuff is Chief Elias’ engine degreaser and hits the taste buds like the solvent it is. But damn if it doesn’t sometimes hit the spot.”
Elsewhere in his abode were other key areas too. At his desk was a picture that rested atop a wooden box. The framed photograph itself was of Damian and two other women, with Coleman holding a surfboard in a wetsuit. There was a familial resemblance between Damian and the women, one who looked to be older, and the other being obviously younger for more than one reason. While his older sister Anita was standing beside him, his younger sister Jessica was in the background making a face. Behind them all was a picturesque view of the ocean, except for one important detail, which was a rather big wave cresting, about to crash into Jessica.
The box itself was an intricately carved heirloom made from padauk wood, polished to a brilliant finish; there wasn’t a mote of dust anywhere on the container, making it look pristine. Though there were some signs of wear the closer one got, particularly where the box was opened. It looked as though Damian had chosen to leave the wear purposefully, which he had, preferring to leave them as marks of character.
“Everything else is up for grabs though, depending on your mood. I got some Takju and Igang-ju too, as I’ve been dabbling in some taste testing!”
On a shelf behind his desk was a glass-front shadow box that contained his Starfleet Commendation Medal. Being his first major medal he ever received, it was the only one on display. There was a framed certificate beside the medal box that laid out some of the details of why the medal was awarded, along with the signatures of his CO and FO from the USS Apgar. To the otherside of the medal box was another smaller photo, framed plainly, showing Damian amongst a group of people in front of a shuttlecraft.
Finishing up in the bathroom, Damian tossed the hand towel into the bin before grabbing a fresh one to dry off. Wandering out of the bathroom, he walked through the room, shirtless, toward where his bedroom was. There was a nonchalant vibe coming off of Damian, as though this was a fairly settled routine for him.
“Definitely also not trying to up my drinking game or anything either,” he joked as he made his way past Ju.
There was one more item in the room. A rather voluminous leather tome that was resting on a coffee table in front of the couch. It was well worn, with obvious spots where it was handled most. Leather straps were neatly wrapped around the whole thing, sealing it from view. Though it was made more obvious what the book was with the item on top of it; a gleaming black fountain pen that nestled between the straps.
Damian did close the door to his bedroom as he finished changing, throwing on a pair of stylish gray joggers and a white v-neck t-shirt that had a graffiti-style wave logo on the front. He gave himself just a little spritz of cologne, and threw on a pair of OG red and black sneakers. Readied up, he stepped back out into the main room wondering what Ju had got into while he was away.
“So, what do you say for dinner? Got anything in mind you’d like? We could have ribs, even though they are messy.”
== tag Juju! ==
“...so there just wasn’t a way to really alter the layout, because of how the hull curves in this area. Honestly, I sometimes feel like I preferred my department head quarters. They felt bigger somehow? Though being so close to the Bridge means I can roll out of bed pretty late compared to before,” Damian chuckled as he walked Ju from the turbolift to his door.
There was a mixed set of feelings in his chest. On one hand, he was incredibly excited to spend time with Ju and show her another side of him that most people didn’t get to see. On the other, he was also just slightly reluctant, as his quarters acted as a sanctuary for him. Everywhere else on the ship, people had unfettered access to him. Whereas in his quarters, it was just for him. An escape from always ‘being on’ all the time, as being an FO so often seemed like. It wouldn’t be like that with Ju though, he knew, as he could be himself around her as he already so often was. Bringing her into his haven was an easy choice.
Pressing the access button, the door flew open to reveal his hideaway. The place was immaculately clean, incredibly organized, and meticulously maintained; except for a couple of key areas that showed it was, in fact, a lived-in space. His display with his Championship Belt was hard to miss. Mounted prominently on the wall, inside in a sleek transparent case, was the belt along with a small plaque with specific details on his victory. The belt itself reflected the light with substantial gold hues, and then also deep blues within the logo.
Off to their immediate left after walking in was a small training area, with some weights neatly stacked, some resistance bands carefully coiled, a speed bag mounted to the ceiling in one spot, a full-size punching bag in another, and two pairs of boxing gloves hanging nearby on the wall. The holoemitters were well hidden, though certainly Ju’s eyes would detect them, and they often provided backdrops for Damian to train in. A closer inspection of the boxing gloves would reveal one pair that looked like the ‘working pair’, with hand wraps inside. The other, older and weathered pair, weren’t in use and had signatures from his coach and others on it in black ink. The speed bag was at the perfect height for Damian to use, but it looked worn. While the punching bag definitely looked like it had had better days.
“Mi casa es tu casa,” Damian said with a smile as he brought Ju across the threshold, “feel free to make yourself at home. There’s a little hidden bar by the four seater table there if you are thirsty. Or there is the replicator too… but it ain’t got the good stuff.”
There was a playful tone in his voice as he gestured to the right, though Coleman kept moving through the space as he spoke, heading toward the bathroom.
“Only thing I can recommend is to stay away from the clear liquid in the mason jar…” he said over his shoulder as he ducked into the bathroom and went straight to the sink.
Taking off his tunic, he tossed it toward a bin before grabbing a hand towel. With a quick rinse in some hot water to wet it, he started with cleaning his face, then the top of his clean shaved head. After that, it was to the rest of his torso, trying to do a good enough job to feel refreshed. All the while, Damian kept speaking with the door open, projecting his voice so Ju could hear him.
“...that stuff is Chief Elias’ engine degreaser and hits the taste buds like the solvent it is. But damn if it doesn’t sometimes hit the spot.”
Elsewhere in his abode were other key areas too. At his desk was a picture that rested atop a wooden box. The framed photograph itself was of Damian and two other women, with Coleman holding a surfboard in a wetsuit. There was a familial resemblance between Damian and the women, one who looked to be older, and the other being obviously younger for more than one reason. While his older sister Anita was standing beside him, his younger sister Jessica was in the background making a face. Behind them all was a picturesque view of the ocean, except for one important detail, which was a rather big wave cresting, about to crash into Jessica.
The box itself was an intricately carved heirloom made from padauk wood, polished to a brilliant finish; there wasn’t a mote of dust anywhere on the container, making it look pristine. Though there were some signs of wear the closer one got, particularly where the box was opened. It looked as though Damian had chosen to leave the wear purposefully, which he had, preferring to leave them as marks of character.
“Everything else is up for grabs though, depending on your mood. I got some Takju and Igang-ju too, as I’ve been dabbling in some taste testing!”
On a shelf behind his desk was a glass-front shadow box that contained his Starfleet Commendation Medal. Being his first major medal he ever received, it was the only one on display. There was a framed certificate beside the medal box that laid out some of the details of why the medal was awarded, along with the signatures of his CO and FO from the USS Apgar. To the otherside of the medal box was another smaller photo, framed plainly, showing Damian amongst a group of people in front of a shuttlecraft.
Finishing up in the bathroom, Damian tossed the hand towel into the bin before grabbing a fresh one to dry off. Wandering out of the bathroom, he walked through the room, shirtless, toward where his bedroom was. There was a nonchalant vibe coming off of Damian, as though this was a fairly settled routine for him.
“Definitely also not trying to up my drinking game or anything either,” he joked as he made his way past Ju.
There was one more item in the room. A rather voluminous leather tome that was resting on a coffee table in front of the couch. It was well worn, with obvious spots where it was handled most. Leather straps were neatly wrapped around the whole thing, sealing it from view. Though it was made more obvious what the book was with the item on top of it; a gleaming black fountain pen that nestled between the straps.
Damian did close the door to his bedroom as he finished changing, throwing on a pair of stylish gray joggers and a white v-neck t-shirt that had a graffiti-style wave logo on the front. He gave himself just a little spritz of cologne, and threw on a pair of OG red and black sneakers. Readied up, he stepped back out into the main room wondering what Ju had got into while he was away.
“So, what do you say for dinner? Got anything in mind you’d like? We could have ribs, even though they are messy.”
== tag Juju! ==