Ensign Kivik: Slumber Party
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Keegan Flick-Parker
Jul 7, 2021, 5:39:12 PM7/7/21
to USS Veritas
((OOC - I’ve realized I initially indicated the scene taking place at 12:45 -- it should have read 00:45, as this is actually late at night. My apologies for the 24 hr time confusion! I’ve corrected the timing going forward.))
((Runabout USS Baikal - Endeavour Five Mission - Day 2, 00:50 Hours))
Kivik had returned to nir bunk late, hoping to record a short log entry without disturbing Ensign Thorne - only things had not worked out as intended. Thorne, it seemed, was not yet asleep and the Science Officer’s voice had been enough to rouse her. Kivik had been startled at the suddenness of Thorne’s voice - and still felt nir heart pounding as they spoke.
Thorne: Try not to sell yourself short, Ensign.
The J’naii winced, wishing that nir personal doubts had remained private. Ne was already concerned with nir crewmates’ perceptions of their latest Ensign, fresh from the academy, and now those concerns had been inadvertently shared with another one of those fellow officers.
Kivik: You heard that, did you?
Thorne: ::looking down for a moment before looking back up:: I did. It wasn't my intention.
Kivik let out a long sigh and rested nir face on nir hands. After a moment, ne had composed nemself once again, the pounding in nir chest fading.
Kivik: Of course, Ensign Thorne. I understand. I’ve been encouraged to record a log more often - but I suppose I could have picked a better time and place.
Thorne: If you wish, I can leave until you have completed.
Kivik: I really don’t mean to disturb your rest - and I don’t want to usurp this space. I could return to the lab to record my log, if you want to sleep. ::Shaking nir head and laughing, nervously:: I’m sorry - I spent so much time in that lab today, we never even had time for a proper introduction. It’s just… this mission. Still, I don’t want to keep you up.
Thorne smiled, and Kivik felt the tension in the room ease. Kivik recalled the Security Officer’s comments earlier about the possibility of ‘traps’ to come and how put off ne had been. Now, considering nir own misgivings about the potential challenges they were facing, Kivik realized that humour may simply be a coping mechanism for Thorne - a way to turn to the stressful work of a Security Officer into something enjoyable - a challenge to solve. Kivik understood that, at least.
Thorne: No problem at all. In any case, I could really use a snack. Join me when you are done, kay?
Thorne turned to leave, still wearing her pajamas. Ne wasn’t entirely sure why, but there was something shamelessly earnest about Ensign Thorne that Kivik found endearing. Perhaps she reminded the J’naii of her younger sibling, whom ne hadn’t seen in many years.
Kivik: Come to think of it, I haven’t eaten since breakfast. I suppose I ought to have something. I’ll join you there, momentarily.
Thorne left, the door sliding shut behind her, and Kivik turned back to the computer.
Kivik: Ensign’s log, supplemental... Despite my fears, I find that the more I get to know this crew, the more I understand their spirit. The Federation represents many ideals and, perhaps chief among them, is the desire to ‘boldly go’ into the unknown. Everywhere I turn I find determined, confident, and cheerful people who just seem happy to be here. Maybe there’s still more for me to learn about being a Starfleet officer...
((Runabout USS Baikal, Lounge - 1:05 Hours))
Kivik entered the lounge at the runabout’s aft, finding the lights dimmed. Ne had followed Thorne’s example and changed into nir own pajamas as well - a plain jumpsuit in unadorned blue. Among all the comforts of home that Kivik still thought of, the comfort of one’s own clothes was one that ne was reminded of daily. Starfleet uniforms, while practical, were hardly the most comfortable. Perhaps that was why they were redesigned so frequently.
Kivik: Ensign Thorne?
Thorne: Response
Kivik: It seemed like a good idea. After all, we’re not on duty anymore and I wouldn’t want to get any stains on my Starfleet gear.
Kivik gestured to the snack Thorne was eating. Ne wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but it smelled good.
Kivik: Don’t tell me that’s from the issued rations. I didn’t think we packed anything that appealing.
Thorne: Response
Kivik wasn’t particularly familiar with the concept of ‘camping’. Many cultures took part in nomadic traditions or spent recreational time outdoors, but Kivik had grown up in a less hospitable environment.
All the same, ne gladly accepted the offered treat and sat across the table from Thorne.
Kivik: I hadn’t thought to pack anything special for our… ‘camping’ trip. Is that a tradition on Earth?
Thorne: Response
Kivik: Vulcan? Oh, I hadn’t realized. That must have been... ::Searching for the right words:: Fascinating.
Thorne: Response
TBC
((Runabout USS Baikal - Endeavour Five Mission - Day 2, 00:50 Hours))
Kivik had returned to nir bunk late, hoping to record a short log entry without disturbing Ensign Thorne - only things had not worked out as intended. Thorne, it seemed, was not yet asleep and the Science Officer’s voice had been enough to rouse her. Kivik had been startled at the suddenness of Thorne’s voice - and still felt nir heart pounding as they spoke.
Thorne: Try not to sell yourself short, Ensign.
The J’naii winced, wishing that nir personal doubts had remained private. Ne was already concerned with nir crewmates’ perceptions of their latest Ensign, fresh from the academy, and now those concerns had been inadvertently shared with another one of those fellow officers.
Kivik: You heard that, did you?
Thorne: ::looking down for a moment before looking back up:: I did. It wasn't my intention.
Kivik let out a long sigh and rested nir face on nir hands. After a moment, ne had composed nemself once again, the pounding in nir chest fading.
Kivik: Of course, Ensign Thorne. I understand. I’ve been encouraged to record a log more often - but I suppose I could have picked a better time and place.
Thorne: If you wish, I can leave until you have completed.
Kivik: I really don’t mean to disturb your rest - and I don’t want to usurp this space. I could return to the lab to record my log, if you want to sleep. ::Shaking nir head and laughing, nervously:: I’m sorry - I spent so much time in that lab today, we never even had time for a proper introduction. It’s just… this mission. Still, I don’t want to keep you up.
Thorne smiled, and Kivik felt the tension in the room ease. Kivik recalled the Security Officer’s comments earlier about the possibility of ‘traps’ to come and how put off ne had been. Now, considering nir own misgivings about the potential challenges they were facing, Kivik realized that humour may simply be a coping mechanism for Thorne - a way to turn to the stressful work of a Security Officer into something enjoyable - a challenge to solve. Kivik understood that, at least.
Thorne: No problem at all. In any case, I could really use a snack. Join me when you are done, kay?
Thorne turned to leave, still wearing her pajamas. Ne wasn’t entirely sure why, but there was something shamelessly earnest about Ensign Thorne that Kivik found endearing. Perhaps she reminded the J’naii of her younger sibling, whom ne hadn’t seen in many years.
Kivik: Come to think of it, I haven’t eaten since breakfast. I suppose I ought to have something. I’ll join you there, momentarily.
Thorne left, the door sliding shut behind her, and Kivik turned back to the computer.
Kivik: Ensign’s log, supplemental... Despite my fears, I find that the more I get to know this crew, the more I understand their spirit. The Federation represents many ideals and, perhaps chief among them, is the desire to ‘boldly go’ into the unknown. Everywhere I turn I find determined, confident, and cheerful people who just seem happy to be here. Maybe there’s still more for me to learn about being a Starfleet officer...
((Runabout USS Baikal, Lounge - 1:05 Hours))
Kivik entered the lounge at the runabout’s aft, finding the lights dimmed. Ne had followed Thorne’s example and changed into nir own pajamas as well - a plain jumpsuit in unadorned blue. Among all the comforts of home that Kivik still thought of, the comfort of one’s own clothes was one that ne was reminded of daily. Starfleet uniforms, while practical, were hardly the most comfortable. Perhaps that was why they were redesigned so frequently.
Kivik: Ensign Thorne?
Thorne: Response
Kivik: It seemed like a good idea. After all, we’re not on duty anymore and I wouldn’t want to get any stains on my Starfleet gear.
Kivik gestured to the snack Thorne was eating. Ne wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but it smelled good.
Kivik: Don’t tell me that’s from the issued rations. I didn’t think we packed anything that appealing.
Thorne: Response
Kivik wasn’t particularly familiar with the concept of ‘camping’. Many cultures took part in nomadic traditions or spent recreational time outdoors, but Kivik had grown up in a less hospitable environment.
All the same, ne gladly accepted the offered treat and sat across the table from Thorne.
Kivik: I hadn’t thought to pack anything special for our… ‘camping’ trip. Is that a tradition on Earth?
Thorne: Response
Kivik: Vulcan? Oh, I hadn’t realized. That must have been... ::Searching for the right words:: Fascinating.
Thorne: Response
TBC
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Ensign Kivik (ne/nem/nir)
Science Officer
USS Veritas
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