Unsuitable

Posted on Sat Dec 4th, 2021 @ 4:58am by Lieutenant Myne Redal
Edited on on Thu Dec 23rd, 2021 @ 2:18pm

Mission: Season 5: Episode 3: CAPETOWN
Location: T'las' Quarters
Timeline: MD 04; 1430 Hours
1517 words - 3 OF Standard Post Measure

//ON//

Looking around at her newly assigned quarters, T'las let out a sigh before removing her green faceless mask, setting it on a nearby table. In privacy, her tradition allowed her to remove the mask. It was always a relief to remove it--as if she was removing a burden. However, it always felt odd to move about without wearing it. As she looked at it, it was almost as if the mask had a life of its own, watching her--she had spent so much of her life looking through the mask.

Turning her attention to the furniture, she crossed her arms that buried themselves in her black colored robe. Walking up to a nearby chair, she pushed down on it and was shocked as her hand sunk down into the padding of the chair. "Ridiculous," she murmured before taking a breath and sitting down. Sinking down into the chair, she felt like she was either falling or the chair was trying to eat her as she jumped back up, turning to glare at the offensive piece of furniture. 'This will not do,' she thought angrily. "Computer, to whom do I see about issues with my quarters?"

"All issues with assigned quarters may be taken up with the Operations Department located on Deck Eleven," came the feminine reply of the computer.

T'las grabbed and donned her mask once again before stepping out into the corridor, moving at a brisk pace. Once more she would be forced to communicate with others of different species--something she knew she would be forced to get used to on such a ship.

Stepping out of the turbolift and onto Deck Eleven, T'las took a moment to get her bearing before moving down the corridor and entering the Operations Offices, spotting several officers going about their assigned duties for the day. "To whom do I speak about my quarters?" she spoke to nobody in particular.

A short, lean Trill young woman chirped up behind T'las as a few of the officers who heard her pointed behind the strange newcomer. "Oh hey there! Name's Lt. JG Myne Redal, I am the Assistant Chief. I guess that's kind of my job to oversee the cabins. Well, oversee everything honestly, and cabins do kind of fall into the everything category. What seems to be the problem with it?" She asked in a cheerful tone. Myne exuded the air of a chatterbox, a gleeful, joyful, smiling chatterbox at that.

T'las turned and was silent as she took in the all too joyful trill woman before her. "I am T'las, Watraii Exchange Scientist," she introduced herself after a moment. "My quarters are unsuitable. The furniture is much too...soft and the colors are far too vibrant," she replied after coming up with a suitable word to describe her furnishings.

"Heya T'las of the Waytrain Exchange Scientists!" Myne chirped smiling at the newcomer before pushing herself to look more serious. Which, well, honestly most of the time didn't really work. Myne had a gift of looking like a kid trying to play at being serious at the best of times. "Oh wow, that bad? Soft and colorful furniture, that sounds just horrible! Whomever stocked your cabin must have been thinking of your comfort, that bastard!"

Unable to hold herself, Myne did burst into a small fit of laughter. And after wiping a tear from her left eye she waves T'las to follow her to her Assistant Chief's office. Taking a seat at her desk and offering T'las to enjoy the comfort of the chair's opposite of her, Myne continued. "Alright, sorry for that, just too funny to pass over. Right, why don't you tell me exactly what are the needs of your species and culture so we can adapt your cabin to them."

T'las couldn't understand what this Lieutenant Myne Redal found so funny about her situation. She looked at the chair that looked suspiciously comfortable. Sighing, she sat down slowly, preferring to sit more on the edge of the seat, keeping her back straight and placing her hands in her lap. "I prefer firmer furniture with a minimum firmness level of eight. I do not mind colors as long as they are not vibrant. My people are a minimalist; therefore, our quarters often lack even carpeting."

"Woooow, really?" Myne asked with wide, opened eyes staring surprised at T'las. "Okay, never heard of that before. Erm, sure thing, wow. Ok, I'll see if we can replicate you some Earth stone age style furniture." Chuckling Myne shook her head and picked a different PaDD from a drawer in her desk. Tapping on it a little bit she offered it to T'las. "Here, how about you pick from this list, set the parameters up top, and just choose what you want in your cabin. I will have a crew there in..." She trailed off to check her own custom PaDD and continued. "Whenever possible?!"

"I would prefer as soon as possible," T'las replied as she scanned over the PaDD, selecting the appropriate furniture parameters. This Starfleet Officer appeared to be immature. Why was such behavior considered acceptable? Were majority of Starfleet Officers this way? She wondered what she had done to receive such an assignment. "Are many Starfleet Officers like you Lieutenant Redal?" she looked up from the PaDD to the woman across the desk.

"Well, I would prefer for the ship to not need optimization and for my backlog of things to fix to be solved by the Human tooth fairy, but you know, sadly it doesn't work like that." Myne sighed, with genuine sadness that there is no tooth fairy that can make her work just poof, get solved like that. She looked at T'las and laughed for a bit, shaking her head and waving a no. "Oh no no no. Stardust angels no. Can you imagine the chaos? Nope, I am one-of-a-kind ma'am, adorable, sweet, cuddly, funny and good at what I do. How about you? Are all of your species like you?"

"No," she paused for a moment before continuing, "I would be considered more...tolerant than others of my kind." 'Likely as to why I was cursed with this assignment,' she thought as she looked at the woman. Why did this woman fantasize about mythological beings doing her work for her? Only dedication and hard work would accomplish that task.

"Tolerant? Well, that's kinda cool. Means you are more open to new experiences and people, right? That should always mean something good." Myne nodded. "Well, when you are done with the list and specifications of your desired furniture and decorations, I will do my best to get everything changed within a few days. I apologize in the name of the department for the mixup."

"Only if I find them worthy of my time. Your apology is accepted," T'las replied after a moment. This woman's questioning was beginning to wear on her. The lack of discipline and seriousness was an affront to her rigid military discipline that was instilled in every Watraii from birth. Satisfied with her changes, she handed the PaDD back to Myne. "Those are my specifications. Do not deviate from them. Do you require any other information, Lieutenant Redal?"

"Well, deviation from your specs isn't actually up to me. Until cloning technology becomes a thing that is. But I will give the working crew a stern talking to, and you are more than welcome to actually take some time out of your busy schedule to supervise. And with an active interest in your living situation, I am sure everything will go swimmingly!" Myne said cheerfully as she accepted the PaDD back from the Watraii.

"This is all I need! I will get to it immediately!" Her right hand moved to the right side of her desk where a large box stood. It opened at her touch revealing it was a sorting machine, full of PaDDs. She placed T'las's PaDD inside and the machine placed said PaDD at the end tail of the rather ridiculous number of PaDDs inside. The box then closed as Myne kept looking at T'las smiling. "Would you like to discuss anything else, or would that be it?"

T'las doubted this woman could produce anything close to a 'stern talking to', as she had phrased it as she looked at the Lieutenant from behind her mask. "No. That is all for now," she replied, standing. "Good day, Lieutenant," she turned to leave the office.

"Very well!! I'll give you a call when the team is ready!!" Myne smiled and waved at T'las as she left her office. "In a day or two or three?" She asked herself mostly as she bumped the box to her right with her fist. It whirled to life and after a few seconds of readjusting the PaDDs inside, the small display showed a number. "Ha, two days it is then. Thank you Mr. Sorty, I knew I could count on you!" Myne affectionately patted the sorting box, referring to the submind running it.

//OFF//

T'las
Nanobiologist
USS Elysium

Lieutenant Sapphire Morgan
Operations Officer
USS Elysium