Star Trek: Starbase 777 - lt-jgs-castel﹢katjiary

Dear Lt. JG. C’Sara Castel, Starfleet Intelligence requests your presence on a classified mission. You are to be allocated to @deleted-role. A full briefing as to the nature of the mission will take place once the ship has departed. Eventide is to depart on stardate 89728.71 – the 23rd of September 2412 at 1700 hours. Please be aboard the vessel for this time. It is predicted that this mission shall last approximately three days including the time taken for travel. A full communications blackout will be in place during this time: there will be no communication with Starbase 777 or any other outside sources. Please do not inform anyone else as to the details of this journey. We hope you understand, and we thank you for your compliance. Yours, Starfleet Intelligence.

C’Sara dumped their stuff in their room and took note of the mission. They packed a bag and set it aside, before pouring themself a cup of coffee.

They walked into the common area, replicating themself a mug of hot chocolate.

Mirrim opened the door, a bag filled with yarn in one hand and a bag with the remaining snacks in the other. She put her stuff down and let herself fall onto the closest chair. “Hello there, we’ve not seen each other much, have we? We must have opposite shifts. Do you want some snacks?”

“No, I just came in. Do you have any candy?” She asked.

“I’m sure I do.” She began taking out one container with snacks after the other, until at last (but certainly not least) she placed Nalas’ mooncake on the table. Once everything was in front of her she began to sort out the things that were sweet. “Here. You can take as much as you want. The ones that are marked white are spicy, if you want to know how spicy just ask me.”

“How spicy?” They asked.

“Depends. These ones…” She pointed to a bunch of small lilac pearls. “... are a little warm when you eat them. But these…” She pointed to very thin orange flakes. “Let’s just say if you aren’t used to spicy food don’t eat them, just don’t.” Mirrim smiled and picked up the orange flakes, starting to eat them. “So what do you do normally, dear?”

“I’m a shuttlecraft engineer. You?” They took an orange flake and put it in their mouth. They were used to spicy food. T’Shan cooked a lot of it.

“Junior Doctor and counsellor, the second one is where the snacks come from. I brought the ones that might go bad until my next shift and the ones I really like” With a wink she picked up a handful of orange flakes tilted her head back and let them fall in her mouth.

They took a handful of candy, all types of it, and let the flakes fall into her mouth as well. “My mother made a lot of spicy food. I’m prepared for these flake things.”

“Mine did too, I wasn’t particularly impressed with the food a lot of people seem to like to eat here, I shouldn’t judge, but it’s hard not to sometimes.” Mirrim got up to put away the bag with the yarn that had still been lying on the floor. “Would you maybe like to cook together at some point, dear? We could maybe share recipes, hm?”

“I’ll have to message my mother and ask her for her spice tea recipe, but yeah. I’ve got a bit of a weird family. Adopted by a human and a vulcan, lived out my whole childhood on a starship. It was crazy.” They said. They were a fan of this spicy candy.

“Oh yeah, my mother, it’s a bit difficult. I suppose in a way I have two adoptive human mothers, they… had a very interesting way to spice things as well, but I usually try to replicate the recipes I remember from when I was really little.” Mirrim never really had any other mother than Leandra and Nina, but Gajina remembered hers vividly, despite the many years it had been since her death. “But yes, just let me know when you have time, dear.”

“Sounds good to me. What do you like to do in your spare time? I like to read.” They asked.

"Well I knit. I like reading the newest medical papers and watching the news and complaining about them, you know just what old people do. Although if you want to go out let me know, yeah? I've not had the time to figure out if this station has any decent bars yet." Mirrim smiled and replicated herself a glass of water.

“If you find a bar, let me know. I could use a drink or two.” They said. They chugged the rest of their coffee and sat down on the couch. “We gotta decorate this place.” They commented.

"I certainly will, dear." Mirrim took her water and two of the snacks and sat down next to them. "We definitely could, do you have anything in mind? I could try to make us a tablecloth for the table. Do you have any color preferences?"

“I’m a fan of bright yellow, but go with whatever color you want. Oh- I just remembered a story from the Academy because we were talking about spicy stuff. Someone was making tacos and a replicator malfunctioned- there was chili powder in the air vents for weeks. It was absolute hell.” They chuckled. They remembered the look on T’Asha’s face when she came out of her room coughing, followed by a cloud of red powder coming from the air ducts. Apparently it had come from the room next to her.

She nodded and immediately started to contemplate what would look good on their table (Green maybe? or she could do something with multiple colours and include yellow for C'Sara?) only to be ripped out of her thoughts by C'Sara's story. A sound that was half snort, half cough escaped her. "That definitely sounds like hell, I can't imagine the doctors were particularly happy about that. Capsaicin in airways isn't a fun time at all. I hope everyone was fine and the problem was fixed?"

“Yep. Lorin Redwood, not the best cook. She did make these really good cupcakes though. We kinda knew each other. We had mutual friends. But a whole lot of people went to see the doctors about it. Anyone who hadn’t seen the red powder in the air must’ve thought they had pneumonia or something.” They laughed, still unable to get T’Asha’s reaction out of their mind. That Vulcan deserved what she got. You’d think they’d have grown out of their bigotry like T’Shan did, but T’Asha didn’t, as far as they knew.

Mirrim nodded and smiled a little, glad that there hadn’t been any bigger problems and now free to appreciate how ridiculous the situation sounded. She had had her own share of meals gone wrong over the years, nothing that had sent more than one person to the sickbay tho. “Well let’s hope that never happens to us, hm? If you’ve got time we could watch something if you’d like? Since we’ve already got the snacks and all…” In all honesty she was tired, but not quite as tired as she would need to be to fall asleep.

“Yeah, why not? You pick whatever we watch, alright?” They said.

Mirrim smiled brightly and grabbed a handful of snacks. "Alright I will. I hope you don't mind thrillers, dear."

(yea why not)

02:36

(maybe you could do a description they had fun watching a movie together?)