Quiet Night

Posted on Sun May 5th, 2019 @ 3:32am by Lieutenant Raine MacLeod
Edited on on Fri May 24th, 2019 @ 3:49am

670 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Mission 6.5 - Obtaining New Crew
Location: Private Quarters - Raine MacLeod
Timeline: 2296/02/14 - 2230

Dressed in worn, loose-fitting pants and an oversized sweater, Reine stood back to survey their work and offered, as promised, a bottle of whisky (as in properly made in Scotland as opposed to whiskey made in Ireland, thank you very much) to the individual who'd helped her with the changes to her quarters. He used the bottle in a sort of salute and said, "This about what you wanted?"

"Its perfect. Thank you," Reine said and walked him to door of her quarters. She ignored his 'to-each-his-own-what-can-you-do' shrug and thought about taking the whisky back. Only for a moment though. It would get around the ship but then, it always did. How odd she was in the way she slept. Wasn't something that worried her over much.

The bed that once stood out in the open had been removed, replaced by a sleeping alcove with drawers beneath, cabinets overhead and long closets on either side. Plenty of storage and the place she would sleep was now enclosed above, below, in the back and at the head and foot. One way in and that had curtains that closed if she felt the need. There was a narrow shelf over the bed, big enough to place essentials like a PADD that contained a library's worth of books with a reading light recessed on the under side of the shelf. There was a better than good mattress about a twin and a half in size, three pillows that overlapped and formed a sort of half-circle, and two warm blankets all done in a muted pattern of turquoise and gray. For her, it was perfect. Secure and that made it possible for her to relax. To sleep.

The spot under the view port how had a rounded chair, the kind a person could cuddle up in, with a nubby, handwoven, gray blanket draped across the back and a couple of pillows, one in turquoise and the other in gold and gray settled against its rounded back. The chair had been turned to face the view and a low table sat beside it. The perfect thinking place. The geometric rug that lent definition to the space was done in a geometric pattern that picked up the dominant colors in the room - turquoise, gray, gold with threads of green that reminded her of the ocean.

Nothing else had been changed (as yet). This room was necessary to her sanity. The rest, well, that would take time and thought. If she liked it here. If she got comfortable. If this became 'home' as much as any place ever could.

With the door secured against casual entry, because that had been a thing on her previous ship (and not a welcome one), Reine stripped out of her clothes and headed into the bathroom for shower.

[Later]

The day had been long but productive; she'd easily worked a shift and a half with more to do tomorrow but for now, she just wanted ... this. Dressed in a black, spaghetti strap, camisole with, what someone had termed 'women's boxers' also in black, she moved the low table from its usual position to stand beside the bed then padded, barefoot, into the outer room to order a cup of tea and a plate of shortbread cookies. She set both on the table and climbed into bed. Beneath one pillow, lay a sheathed combat knife. There were others but this was the one that was completely necessary. She leaned over far enough to take a long sip of tea and settled back to begin reading the next book. An Andorian tale of adventure and duty. She didn't know the author but the promise she'd made, when the PADD had been gifted to her, was that she would read every book. Twenty books later, she was still in the A's and that was alright. He'd already told her he was readying a second PADD.

"Computer, set temperature to 68 degrees Fahrenheit."

She pulled the blanket up over her legs, and began to read.

 

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