Unexpected Expected Guests
Jun. 2nd, 2018 12:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smartass_captainJim's in between meetings when he feels the tug on the edge of his senses letting him know that 'the lady' is in the apartment again. Felix has managed to give Tiber the slip today so the kneazle has been holed up all alone in Jim's apartment while the captain works. The last few times she's shown up haven't been ideal--rebuilding efforts on the station and staffing for Jim's new ship have eaten into most of his time of late.
Today though, all he has are easily put-offable bureaucratic meetings with his head of departments. Frankly, Scotty, Spock, and Bones can operate fine for an afternoon without him and Jim more than trusts them to do just that. It gets him a bit of an eyebrow from the other men when he begs off but they don't question him more than that for now.
The apartment sounds quiet when Jim lets himself in. The lights are off. Everything's as he's left it. Except he can see the light outside his study door marked orange telling him it's been locked from the inside. He'd shown Isidor how to do that the first day she'd come over after all. A layer of security for her already frayed paranoia about being seen at anything other than her best.
Jim knows the feeling all too well. He's done what he could to accommodate her.
His work desk has long since been pushed off into one of the corners to maximize the floor space in the room. The captain's done what he could to remove anything unnecessary--coffee tables or the like. That's left is a spartan office with a desk tucked into the corners and the only window set to opaque to give a bit of 'natural' light to this otherwise empty room. If it weren't for the terminal at the door it would look almost normal. It's the little things that feel off to any Earth-hailing person. The wood of the trim and desk don't feel quite right. The sense of balance and gravity is ever so slightly odd. Even the glass isn't the same as a normal frosted window. And then there's the smell. Or lack thereof of modern day air pollution that permeates modern living. The air scrubbers of the colony keep Yorktown sterile and clean smelling.
Jim knocks twice on the door to let Isidor know he's there before he punches in the door's override code and it hisses open with the quietest swissssh.
"I've got a pot of coffee going, wanted to see if you were interested in a cup of something a bit different from the blends you usually have access to."
Today though, all he has are easily put-offable bureaucratic meetings with his head of departments. Frankly, Scotty, Spock, and Bones can operate fine for an afternoon without him and Jim more than trusts them to do just that. It gets him a bit of an eyebrow from the other men when he begs off but they don't question him more than that for now.
The apartment sounds quiet when Jim lets himself in. The lights are off. Everything's as he's left it. Except he can see the light outside his study door marked orange telling him it's been locked from the inside. He'd shown Isidor how to do that the first day she'd come over after all. A layer of security for her already frayed paranoia about being seen at anything other than her best.
Jim knows the feeling all too well. He's done what he could to accommodate her.
His work desk has long since been pushed off into one of the corners to maximize the floor space in the room. The captain's done what he could to remove anything unnecessary--coffee tables or the like. That's left is a spartan office with a desk tucked into the corners and the only window set to opaque to give a bit of 'natural' light to this otherwise empty room. If it weren't for the terminal at the door it would look almost normal. It's the little things that feel off to any Earth-hailing person. The wood of the trim and desk don't feel quite right. The sense of balance and gravity is ever so slightly odd. Even the glass isn't the same as a normal frosted window. And then there's the smell. Or lack thereof of modern day air pollution that permeates modern living. The air scrubbers of the colony keep Yorktown sterile and clean smelling.
Jim knocks twice on the door to let Isidor know he's there before he punches in the door's override code and it hisses open with the quietest swissssh.
"I've got a pot of coffee going, wanted to see if you were interested in a cup of something a bit different from the blends you usually have access to."
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Date: 2018-08-28 12:02 pm (UTC)She doesn't even think before she offers a retort quick as a whip, "Perhaps you should. In this case it might be more of an improvement than you seem to think. How are you a space captain anyway? Doesn't that require some kind of training in diplomacy?"
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Date: 2018-08-30 04:06 pm (UTC)At least with most things, that is. Jim shakes his head and gets up with a grunt of pain that he doesn't bother to cover up like he would if Felix was around. Isidor knows she kicked his ass. No use pretending it doesn't hurt.
"That would be...because I'm not on the job right now. I know it's shocking, but I do have a personality outside of the job. Getting a refill on my coffee, want any?"
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Date: 2018-09-11 10:40 am (UTC)If Jim managed to move around without so much as a wheeze, Isidor would be simultaneously pissed and impressed. Instead she simply watches him closely. Annoyed as she is at him she doesn't want him collapsing because of her.
"Sure… I shouldn't stay long, though. I can't hide away from my own world forever."