Ensign S'Rorr - Unpacking Day

[S'Rorr]

(( S’Rorr & Shivara’s Quarters, Deck 7, USS Chin’toka ))

S'Rorr had a lot of stuff. Too much, perhaps. He'd had to requisition a small platform to carry it. The hovering device followed him closely down the corridors from the cargo bay to his new quarters on Deck 7, dutifully beeping a warning of its presence anytime someone looked like it might come close to it. And it was piled with small and medium crates of clothes, materials, treasures, and personal things.

The Caitian paid much less attention to his surroundings than the platform. He had his nose lost in his PADD, looking over a map of the Chin'toka in one section of the LCARS display, a work agenda in another, a manifest of which of his things were going to storage and which he'd carried with him. He took several wrong turns, doubled back on his own bath at least twice, and nearly bumped into three Humans and a Bolian from sheer negligence.

Even the platform seemed to become impatient with him. Could a robot beep with annoyance? He started to make real progress when he finally gave up on the multi-tasking and set his mind to the task of finding his new quarters. He looked up to get his bearings and realized he was standing right in front of his own door.

oO Oh.. That was easy. I must have passed this door twice, it was right here all along. Oo

He tossed the PADD onto the top of one of the boxes and stepped up to the door. The Computer knew him and that he was assigned to these quarters and so the door slid open with a quiet susurration and a friendly chime on the inside to let Shivara know that someone had arrived.

Not that the room was big enough to need a chime. One could see the door from anywhere in the small bunk style junior officer's quarters, other than its tiny wet room. It was much more compact, utilitarian, and efficient than the quarter's he'd shared on the galaxy class Astraeus, but that was expected. At least it had it's own wet room.

The two bunks were built into two of the walls, opposite one another. They had privacy curtains, recessed reading lights, storage cubbies about the size and shape of a regular footlocker, like the kind he'd had when he'd stayed at a dormitory at Starfleet Academy. He'd been worried that the bunks would be set one above the other. The flooring was dark grey and carpeted, the lighting was soft and bluish.

There was a slim workstation console set into the wall behind a desk just big enough for two to sit at, and indeed there were two chairs on swiveling mounts. It looked like a kind of multi purpose space for crafts, work, eating.. everything! The replicator was a small one, only capable of producing drinks and small snacks. For meals, S'Rorr knew he'd have to walk to the nearest lounge. That was okay, he thought. At least in his own culture, it was impolite to eat where one lived.

There was plenty of compact storage, even a wide dresser with two sets of drawers. Shivara had placed a beautiful collection delicate little butterfly and fairy figures on the one side she'd claimed for herself.

Shivara: S’Rorr! Can you believe it? They agreed to put us together.

S’Rorr: Oh! Shivara, there you are! I'm glad to see your face, I was worried they'd have put me with someone else. Computer, can you raise the temperature by five degrees? ::The chomputer chimed::

S'Rorr closed his eyes and let his senses feel the air in the room as the life support started to warm up the cycled air in the room to somthing closer to Caitian preferences. Not that he minded the usual temperature of a Federation starship, but here he could really relax without a jacket. The drawers were still open, but she closed them before he could see what was inside. S'Rorr politely declined to comment on it. He wasn't the type to pry into people's business. Well, not off-duty, at least.

He lead the platform into the room and it shifted into stationary mode as S'Rorr and Shivara began to unload it.

Shivara: :: reaching for one of his bags :: Here, let me take one of your bags. You want some help unpacking?

S’Rorr: Thank you, yes.. I hope there's enough room. I only brought the essentials.

It looked rather like the 'essentials' for a family of Caitians. But it would fit in the storage spaces anyway. S'Rorr focused on his clothing, first. A few neatly pressed uniforms, underwear, athletic wear, warm casual wear, cold casual wear.. he seemed to have something for every situation. He had to force the last drawer closed, but he'd got them all put away.

He noticed Shivara's blue coat hanging on a peg on the wall near the door and he hung his own there beside hers. The jackets were uniform and so they matched perfectly, but S'Rorr didn't need a name tag to tell which was which. He and Shivara both had powerful noses, and he could separate his scent from hers as easily as if the jackets WERE two different colors. In essence, they were.

Shivara: Well, I am excited we get to room together.

S'Rorr: Same! It's no Galaxy class, but.. it's bigger than I thought it would be. And it helps to share a quarters with someone you like, you know?

He could hear her heartbeat thumping in her chest, the little warble in her voice. He'd never been oblivious to the attractions of others. He was talented at reading people. But expressing his own emotions? Well.. reading and expressing were different skills. As familiar as they were with each other, they had still only just set out on the path to knowing one another. But he couldn't deny there was some chemistry.

Shivara: Response

While he worked on putting away his clothing, most of the other things in S'Rorr's cargo were left for Shivara to help unpack. His tennis racket, a baseball glove, a looooot of brushes and hair care products.. he had just as many as Shivara had.. And she found some small display cases and carefully packed sculptures. They were of ships small enough to hold in the hand and of Starfleet officers. Admiral Janeway, Admiral Picard, Commodore Mei'Konda and a few others. Each one was carefully painted and S'Rorr's signature was printed on the bases of each one.

Going by the presence of sculpting tools, clay, resin, paint, and other craft supplies, S'Rorr had been the one to create those ships and those people, standing in their heroic poses.

Shivara: Response

S'Rorr: Oh.. yes, I did make those. I like to sculpt and paint.. and I think it's really fun to do miniature things, like models. You really like them?

Shivara: Response

S'Rorr: Well, I like your butterflies. And your little butterfly people, too. I've never thought of using glass as a medium before.

Shivara: Response

Ensign S'Rorr

Ship's Counselor

USS Chin'toka

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