EXETERRPG: (16 - 1011) MS - SPC Caity Dubois

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Mission: The Flames of Purity

Day: 16  

Stardate: 2445.09.16


(USS Exeter - Nine and Dine - SPC Caity  Dubois- 10:11)


"Oh they won't surprise me, I expect great things from them. "


"So you should, keep watching,  they might surprise you."


"But I think, my dear, you proved my point. Your defensiveness essentially gave you away and proved my point. So it wasn't a snap judgement, it was an observation. An observation I made by looking at your face and hearing your voice."


"Oh really? Maybe you should take my job then seen as you are such a good reader of people." Caity replied with a slight raising of her eyebrows. 


"And I learned more from reading and listening to logs, than you have in two weeks. How often do you talk to the crew, get the pulse, or are you too busy just doing managerial work and hiding your crush?

Now yes this sounds mean. You say I don't know the crew, but I think neither do you, and that's a problem. The bartender has a privileged position on the ship, a confidant when it's not quite tailored for a counselor or a supervisor. An ear to vent to, to go for advice. So tell me then, are you too distracted by thoughts, feelings, and imagination of a certain person, that it blinds you to the people that you could really truly help? And if so, what are you going to do about it?"


"Firstly, fine. I admit it. I like the first officer. I have no way of knowing if that feeling is mutual or if she even likes women.


Second, as for the comment about it blinding me, distracting me? Again, you don't know me. You don't know what I have heard or seen.


Because our views differ on the crew gives you no justification to be a complete ass about it."


Before he could respond, another voice began to speak,


"Caity you furless vole, I've seen better looking Selay, how are you" 


"Better than you look, Tlurg."


"Well, smells like your still drinking that rubbish you pass off as coffee, who's this pile of rotting skunk meat?" 


As the two began to talk, Caity took a step back, allowing them space. ~he's an ass but is he right? Have I been blind to what I can do? How I can help?~


"If you run the coffee shop, then you must see a lot of foot traffic, I asked Miss Dubois here her opinion on the crew. And her answers, well, there are a few gems out there in her mind. Isn't that right Caity?"


Glaring a little,  Caity nodded, "Gems, diamonds that need some polishing perhaps. "


"Plenty stand out, plenty blend in, I've seen more life on a morgue ship than some of these quarters. Although, there is a few I wouldn't trust to sharpen my tusks let alone cut my nails. I can tell you the drinks order of most the crew, but if you think your limpless muscle is going to pump me you're very mistaken. You'll have to make it a lot harder for me" she scoffed "not that you'd know how" 


smirking slightly,  Caity kept back a little laugh and, with a grin, replied, "Down girl. He's all yours. Not my type anyway. "


(Reply Nix/Tlurg)


"Anyway, I have customers to serve so I shall leave you two alone to talk." As she walked round the bar, past Nix, she whispered,  "Good luck." 


Heading over to the young man sat at a nearby table, she heard him mutter to himself, 


"Right then what do I want?"


"I highly recommend the steak sandwich. " she replied with a smile.


(Reply McDonald)


"Comes with a side order of fries."


(Reply McDonald)


(Reply Nix, Tlurg, McDonald) 

(Posted by Jackie)
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