Posted on Mon Aug 3rd, 2020 @ 2:50am by Ensign Lucas Miles
Lucas entered his quarters and took a deep breath and let it out as he glanced at his surroundings. It had been yet another long day. There were boxes stacked in several parts of the room, a remnant of his procrastination of settling into his quarters.
In fairness, he had not really had the time to fully unpack. In between exploring the ship, getting to know his crewmates, fulfilling his duties on the Bridge, and working overtime with Chief ch’Thranne on the shuttle project, he had put unpacking to the bottom of his list. At least, he had managed to claim his belongings from the cargo bay.
He wondered if his room mate was sick of the pile of boxes constantly obstructing sections of their shared accommodation. If his roommate was frustrated, Lucas had yet to hear it from him. Then again, he rarely saw his roommate as they worked nearly opposite shifts.
That was simply fine by Lucas. He was not really the chatty type to begin with. Yet, a part of him grumbled at the lost opportunity of making a friend on this ship. After all, it was always nice to have someone to converse with…even if it was about mundane things
Still, he was grateful for the silence and solitude.
He started undoing his tunic as he headed for the bedroom, which he shared with his roommate. Lucas had the top bunk, although not by choice. That was the downside of not being the first to get assigned to the quarters.
He could not wait to be out of his uniform and slip into something a lot more casual.
~~Perhaps a glass of wine as well~~ he thought.
His direction changed towards a set of boxes pushed to the side of the room. He scanned the label of the boxes before he found what he was looking for. He opened the box and was greeted by several alcoholic beverages. He skipped the hard liquor and went for the wine bottle…a pinot grigio from some place in Italy. It had been a gift from his father, Drake Gates.
He moved to his replicator and ordered a wine glass and watched casually as the glass materialized in front of him. He grabbed it and poured the wine into it. He raised the glass in the air toasting to no one in particular, “To good wine...”
He took a sip of the wine and smiled. He took note of the spritzy flavour tinged with a crisp and acidic aftertaste.
“Computer access my music playlist and play from folder titled chill vibe.”
The computer beeped and instantly began playing a soothing jazz instrumental in the background. Putting the glass and wine bottle down for the moment, Lucas went inside the head to take a quick sonic shower before slipping into his civilian clothing.
He headed back to the living area and picked up where he left off with his wine while staring at the boxes organized out of his way but still seemingly cluttering the space. His quarters did seem quite bland. All his art pieces and décor were inside the boxes.
Perhaps it was time to start his unpacking from there. If nothing, he could at least spruce up his living space. He wondered if his roommate would mind.
Finishing the wine in his glass, he poured himself another one and stood up.
Better to ask forgiveness later, he mused. With that he began unpacking, bolstered with the jazzy rhythms of centuries past and the alcoholic buzz of the Italian wine…
Ensign Lucas Miles
Flight Control Officer