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charl_in_charge in startrekxirpg

Mess Hall

Jul 13, 2009 17:48

Who: Charlene, Spock, anyone who wants to join in the fun
Where: The Mess Hall
When: Evening, after their shifts
Warnings: Charlene in a skirt, the eating of food, the probable appearance of handcuffs

( Dinner and Handcuffs )

Comments 144

il_logic July 14 2009, 02:47:05 UTC

In between the time Spock's shift had ended and the time Charlene had contacted him he had spent analyzing various sensor readings. Of course he was looking forward to seeing her, but was not spending too much time thinking about it. He wasn't the type to get nervous or excited over a date of all things, and didn't even bother changing out of his uniform until she let him know that she was ready and would meet him in the mess hall ( ... )

charl_in_charge July 14 2009, 06:50:17 UTC

Charlene, who had been tapping her fingers on the table in a distracted kind of way, smiled brightly when she saw Spock enter the room, giving him a weird kind of wave. She dropped her hand an instant later, laying it a little awkwardly on the table. About to get up to get some food, Charlene noticed he was grabbing her a plate too. It was a sweet gesture that made her smile all the brighter ( ... )

il_logic July 14 2009, 07:05:15 UTC

Having gotten used to Nyota and her knowledge of at least some Vulcan customs, it didn't occur to Spock to expect that Charlene knew virtually nothing. Most humans didn't though, so he really should have known better. Looking down at the mostly green meals, he knitted his brows just a little. "Do you wish for something containing animal protein?" he asked, unsure of what she would even like. All he really had to go off of had been the codes he had memorized for Nyota.

There was almost a too long moment before she reached out and met her fingers with his, but then she did. Keeping the connection just a moment, the commander took his hand back and took up his fork, tilting his head at her. "If you like I can get you something else." he offered, then looked at his own plate.

charl_in_charge July 14 2009, 07:23:42 UTC

"Animal protein?" Charlene found herself repeating, feeling slightly idiotic. It was probably all the effort she was expending trying not to play footsie with him under the table that was slowing down her thought process. Or the nice weight in her purse on her lap. "Oh, no. No. I'm good ( ... )

il_logic July 14 2009, 07:38:13 UTC

Spock wasn't at all averse to silence as he ate. He was prone to go long periods of time without saying anything if small talk was all there was to be had. He ate in what he felt was companionable silence, unaware now of her inner thought process ( ... )