06-15-2024, 08:43 PM
>>Engineering>>
Jaein stepped into the officer’s lounge and immediately felt out of place. Some kind of music was playing on the overhead, while a beautiful mountainside dominated one wall, though he couldn’t place it. Paper lanterns hung from the ceiling, and two walls had different buffets set up – one of sweets, the other of some kind of noodle dish he didn’t know. A few people mingled around the room, all in off-duty attire and very friendly with one another – in fact, one couple seemed to be trying their best to stand in the same spot, they were so close.
And just inside the door was a table full of various types of alcoholic beverages. He pulled on his uniform jacket’s hem uncomfortably. Yep, definitely out of place today. He had to be the oldest person in the room, too, and by a longshot. His salt-and-pepper-but-mostly-salt hair contrasted with the gold and silver of his Bajoran earring, and though he couldn’t see it the lanterns were reflecting from it, as well. The engineering gold of his uniform tunic also felt just a little warmer in the lantern-light, though that wasn’t something he’d notice either.
But there was nothing for it. If he was going to figure out what happened, he had to be here. So he took a few steps in, slowly, and looked down at his padd again. On the way up, he’d pulled up the personnel files to find out what Commander Coleman looked like, but the turbolift had stopped before he could actually look. He took a peek now, and—
No. It couldn’t be.
He looked again. It was.
He couldn’t hear what he and the young woman he was talking to were saying, but he did see the way that she turned a red so bright he could’ve used her as a warning indicator. She turned and headed towards the bar, and Jaein stepped closer to the sweets table to get out of the way for a moment while he regained his composure. He took a cupcake to help that along.
She started pouring drinks, each with some beer and then some shots of a liquor he didn’t recognize. “This is a traditional Korean party drink, it’s a bit bitter but it’s fun!” she said to the room, which filled him in a bit on the rest of the décor and other foods, though he still knew nothing about it. Then she tapped a glass, and the shots fell into the beers with a splash and a clink.
“Since you’re thirsty,” the woman told Coleman playfully. “Please try some everyone!” she called out to everyone, making her the likely host.
Well, he thought, there’s probably no better time to interrupt. Especially if everyone’s going to get plastered soon. He stepped up to the little group at the bar table and caught Coleman’s eye.
“Commander?” he said, trying mostly to keep a certain dignity. “I’m Commander Omdor Jaein; you have a second to talk about your chief engineer?”
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Jaein stepped into the officer’s lounge and immediately felt out of place. Some kind of music was playing on the overhead, while a beautiful mountainside dominated one wall, though he couldn’t place it. Paper lanterns hung from the ceiling, and two walls had different buffets set up – one of sweets, the other of some kind of noodle dish he didn’t know. A few people mingled around the room, all in off-duty attire and very friendly with one another – in fact, one couple seemed to be trying their best to stand in the same spot, they were so close.
And just inside the door was a table full of various types of alcoholic beverages. He pulled on his uniform jacket’s hem uncomfortably. Yep, definitely out of place today. He had to be the oldest person in the room, too, and by a longshot. His salt-and-pepper-but-mostly-salt hair contrasted with the gold and silver of his Bajoran earring, and though he couldn’t see it the lanterns were reflecting from it, as well. The engineering gold of his uniform tunic also felt just a little warmer in the lantern-light, though that wasn’t something he’d notice either.
But there was nothing for it. If he was going to figure out what happened, he had to be here. So he took a few steps in, slowly, and looked down at his padd again. On the way up, he’d pulled up the personnel files to find out what Commander Coleman looked like, but the turbolift had stopped before he could actually look. He took a peek now, and—
No. It couldn’t be.
He looked again. It was.
He couldn’t hear what he and the young woman he was talking to were saying, but he did see the way that she turned a red so bright he could’ve used her as a warning indicator. She turned and headed towards the bar, and Jaein stepped closer to the sweets table to get out of the way for a moment while he regained his composure. He took a cupcake to help that along.
She started pouring drinks, each with some beer and then some shots of a liquor he didn’t recognize. “This is a traditional Korean party drink, it’s a bit bitter but it’s fun!” she said to the room, which filled him in a bit on the rest of the décor and other foods, though he still knew nothing about it. Then she tapped a glass, and the shots fell into the beers with a splash and a clink.
“Since you’re thirsty,” the woman told Coleman playfully. “Please try some everyone!” she called out to everyone, making her the likely host.
Well, he thought, there’s probably no better time to interrupt. Especially if everyone’s going to get plastered soon. He stepped up to the little group at the bar table and caught Coleman’s eye.
“Commander?” he said, trying mostly to keep a certain dignity. “I’m Commander Omdor Jaein; you have a second to talk about your chief engineer?”
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