Breakfast run
Posted on Fri Jan 18th, 2019 @ 9:36pm by Lieutenant Commander Angus Murphy
Mission:
Run Afoul
Location: Chief Engineer's office
Timeline: During Gin in the dock
695 words - 1.4 OF Standard Post Measure
Tarria had found a trolley and a lid to cover the food. She put the glass of orange juice next to it. And a nice flower in a face for a little decoration. Utilities and napkins added and it was a nice , almost luxurious breakfast. With a big smile on her face pushed the trolley out of the turbo lift and towards to Engineering and on in to the Chief's officer. "Lieutenant Angus Murphy," She called out to him as she somehow cornered him in his office before he could get out. "Breakfast is served! With the compliments of Patrick O'Malley!"
"Wha--" Murphy looked up, quizzically. His office was in shambles, but at least he had a work surface clear with an almost-working terminal station. "Paddy is supposed to be resting," he said, eyebrow arching. "What did he send?"
"Yes he does, and he will be after this, but he really wanted to do something. So he made omelets and bacon." Tarria pulled up the lid to show. "Pretty simple to do. And I helped him a bit. But don't worry, I will make sure he goes home after this. Oh and there is also freshly squeezed orange juice with it. Unless you want coffee, that may take a bit."
"It's really not necessary..." Murphy frowned at the array of food. It was, in his opinion, quite over the top. He wasn't about to starve anytime soon and there were, of course, more than adequate food replicators scattered plentifully throughout the ship. For Paddy to send someone with a trolley to his office, past all of his engineers, was a spectacle of humiliation that made his ears burn slightly. "Ok, fine. Just leave it and I'll make sure it doesn't go to waste," he told the Andorian. "Tell Paddy I'll be up when I can." He was nice enough about the words, but there was an edge of irritation palpable.
Noticing his slightly irritated voice she replied, "Lieutenant, I seem to detect a little irritation in your voice. If you like to talk about it. My name is Tarria Sh'ezhinnir, I am the Majestic's bartender, and future co-lounge manager. I have studied a therapy course on Earth. I would like to extend the invitation to come talk to me in the bar over a drink." She smiled warmly. "When it is convenient of course." She offered and eyed him a bit. "I think you drink either scotch or whiskey. Am I right?"
That question seemed to evoke a strong reaction in the engineering chief. His lips tightened. "The only thing I think I'd like to talk about is why the bartender is delivering food into restricted areas of the ship. I think this conversation is done. You can see your way out," he nodded to the door.
Anyone else would snap back, but not Tarria. She smiled and said, "Well, you're welcome." She put the lid back on the food, turned around and walked to the door. She stopped a moment and looked over her shoulder. "Oh, and I don't know why you call it restricted when there wasn't that much security outside your office, I haven't even been to the warpcore." She fell quiet a moment. "It's this way right?" And then boldly walked on to engineering. She stood there a moment and waited for Murphy burst out. When he did that, she just turned around. "Well, I guess it's true what they say. When you see one warp core you seen em all." She didn't wait for the chief engineer to give her a lecture and walked in to the hallway.
"I see you down here again and I'm calling security!" Murphy yelled after her. His eyes landed on the breakfast plate and he tapped his comm. "Cravens," he said, opening the line. "There's some food here in my office. Why don't you find a crewman who's been on duty awhile and let them have it."
"Don't worry," Tarria said over her shoulder. "Not making that mistake again....next time I am coming with security." She grinned before entering the turbolift.
Lieutenant Angus Murphy
Chief Engineer, USS Majestic
&
Tarria Sh'ezhinnir
Bartender/Loungemanger
