Just One More To Meet
Posted on Tue Apr 11th, 2023 @ 6:26pm by Lieutenant Sorine Kaida & Lieutenant Siadra Molaur
Edited on on Thu Apr 13th, 2023 @ 10:44pm
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Mission:
The Hunt Begins
Location: Side Bar - Deck 5 - USS Pioneer
Timeline: MD004 1500 hrs
Siadra sat in her quarters, knitting a sweater. This sweater was a soothing shade of blue, reminding her of a clear blue sky upon a sunny warm day. While she knitted, Siadra let her mind wander, going over who she had met so far. She queried of the computer as to whom she's not spoken to as of yer.
And a name came up, a Lieutenant Sorine.
"Computer please patch me to Lieutenant Sorine please." When the computer obliged Siadra spoke, "Lieutenant Sorine might I have a meeting with you. This is Lieuteant Molaur of Forensics."
Kaida's eyebrow went up curiously. She'd been figuring out where to put the few items she owned in her quarters to try and make it look somewhat lived in. She was failing miserably because she hadn't brought much with her. At least this would be a distraction.
"Of course Lieutenant," Kaida said tapping her combadge. "Where would you like to meet?"
Siadra thought for a moment. "Could meet, hmmn at the Side Bar, the crew lounge? Or would you prefer to meet somewhere else?"
"That would be fine." Kaida answered. "I'll head there now." Obviously this was another social call and she was going to have to come up with things to talk about. But she knew she needed to practice or she'd never get the hang of it.
Siadra took her knitting with her to await the arrivel of Kaida. Knit one, purl one. The rythmic sound of the knitting needles as they continued on their journey to put together a sweater. It was something that Siadra could almost do with her eyes closed. It was a good way to relieve stress.
Kaida arrived and looked around. As she hadn't met this person she didn't really know who she was looking for but there appeared to be a woman trying to gain her attention so she walked over. "Lieutenant Molaur?" She asked, extending her hand. "Lieutenant Sorine, but you can call me Kaida, everyone else does." Mostly her human companions on Earth had found it awkward to introduce her using her surname first so she often just skipped her surname and used her given name when introducing herself.
"Hello there, Kaida, I'm Siadra. Pleasure to meet you. Hopefully I haven't taken you away from anything." she placed her knitting upon her lap, then reached out to take Kaida's hand and giving it a shake. Please have a seat." Siadra said pleasantly.
"Uh no, just familiarizing myself with the ship. Unpacking, that sort of thing." Kaida replied shaking the woman's hand and sitting down. She ordered a pineapple juice from the passing waiter and looked over at the other woman politely if a bit timidly. Small talk was not one of Kaida's strong skills.
"What do you like to do when you have time to yourself, if you don't mind my asking." Siadra asking the bajoran woman seated across the table from her. Siadra also picked up her knitting to continue her work as they chatted.
"I'm afraid nothing too exciting. I like to look at evidence of ancient crimes, I read a lot. I've often thought of picking up a hobby like painting or writing a holonovel but have never plucked up the courage to try such a thing." She glanced at the other women curiously. "Any particular reason you're asking?" Kaida tried to relax and sit back in her chair but she found her hands were looking for something to do while the other woman knitted and watched her.
Siadra took note of the body language of Kaida, then asked quietly, "Do you crochet or knit? Embroidery or sew? I don't know about you but I've just got to have something to do with my hands, at times just to think over things."
"I don't. I'm afraid it just comes out knots when I try to do anything with thread or yarn. My adopted mother tried to teach me a few life skills she thought were necessary, just in case. She gave up after a few months. I do know how to garden however. There just isn't much call for it on a starship traveling through space and my duties don't usually lend much time for planting an arboretum full of vegetables anyway." Kaida answered her, watching what the other woman was doing. It was almost mesmerizing.
"Gardening? That sounds wonderful. I can understand you not having time to plant a lot of vegetables in an arboretum but, you could have a plant box in your quarters, a small one just to grow something green." Siadra suggested, her knitting needles continuing to move. "As for your comment about things becoming knots. Have you ever considered purposely making knots. Like, Celtic knots? Or even those utilized by sailors?"
"No," Kaida replied. "Funny enough I haven't. I was never a very creative person though. I always tried to make something what I thought it should be and never considered what it might want to be. I guess I don't understand the language of the universe," Kaida said jokingly. In truth she was a perfectionist and couldn't see herself experimenting that much with yarn or thread.
"Perhaps sometime you might want to try your hand at making knots." Siadra remarked with a kind smile, her needles still moving in a rhythmic pattern. She finally got to some point to where Siadra thought she could stop, and took a breath. "There that worked to put my head back in order." Siadra making a joke.
"You know I never looked at it that way." She watched the other woman knit for a few moments before she stopped and put down her needles. The joke was lost on Kaida however. "I should probably get back to work. I still have some unpacking to do and a case to read up on and I never leave such things to the last minute."
"And that is a good habit to have. You and I can talk again at a later date, well that is if you so choose." Siadra giving a light but warm laugh. "I can be an acquired taste to talk to." she put away her knitting and closed the bag up. "Thank you for agreeing to talk to me, and I hope we can do so again." giving a nod.
"I look forward to that," Kaida stood and repeated the gesture in case it was some kind of cultural signifigance though she couldn't think of any specific culture that did that off the top of her head. "Thank you," she said and she departed back to her quarters and the mountain of paperwork she still had to read.
A Joint Post By
Lieutenant Sorine Kaida
Criminal Investigations Officer, USS Artemis
Starfleet Criminal Investigations Unit
Lieutenant Siadra Molaur
Chief Forensic Science Officer, USS Artemis
Starfleet Criminal Investigations Unit
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