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04 March 2005 @ 09:34 pm
Stardate 61170.46, Delta Quadrant.  
Captain's Log, Stardate 61170.46

Crewman Celes and I have been planetside on the Fen Domar homeworld for nearly two standard weeks. While the Crewman is an...interesting...companion, I'm impatient to make some progress on our actual rescue plan, and preferably sooner rather than later.

::hovers thumb over padd, debating::

::rocks back on heels, transferring eyes to celes_tal::

::sighs, returning attention to task::

I won't deny that it may have been reckless bringing someone with as poor a proficiency record as Celes along for such a critical, even inherently life-threatening, mission. Still, one of the things I most desired as a Cadet and later an inexperienced lower decks officer was simple compassion.The fact that a member of my crew has spent more than thirteen years without 'blooming' is troubling on more than one level. Maybe this time on a one to one basis can be used to rectify the situation, or at least touch upon the reasons behind her difficulties...
 
 
 
celes_tal on March 4th, 2005 07:13 pm (UTC)
::has just finished icky duty of scraping...well, kinda dinner...off...kinda grill::

::dumps fried fruit...that makes a lot of sense...on big bark leaf, stepping around small fire::

::clears throat, watching captainchakotay jab away at padd as though his life were dependent on it::

Sir. Grub is ready.
captainchakotay: chiefcaptainchakotay on March 4th, 2005 07:35 pm (UTC)
::blinks, looking up from log::

::shuts padd down, dropping it and reaching out to take offering::

::sniffs discreetly...something off, not that....::

::pauses, staring at meal in hand::

Celes, what happened to the plates?

celes_tal on March 4th, 2005 07:52 pm (UTC)
*feels eyes widen*

...

They're not as durable as the books would lead you to believe, Sir.
captainchakotay: chiefcaptainchakotay on March 4th, 2005 08:32 pm (UTC)
::swallows::

I...see.

celes_tal on March 4th, 2005 08:34 pm (UTC)
::quickly shifts gaze to feet::

::fidgets, looking up again::

If you don't want that, I'm sure we can find a flexy we don't need, it would make an almost clean substitute...

...Sir...?
captainchakotay: chiefcaptainchakotay on March 4th, 2005 08:41 pm (UTC)
No, no, this is...fine. I assume you scanned it for toxins first...?

::relaxes a little at affirmative sound::

::pokes at fruit concoction...fork, at least, still available::

::nods to fire::

I suggest you take some for yourself.

celes_tal on March 4th, 2005 08:57 pm (UTC)
Um...yes.

::shuffles back over to fire, scooping own portion onto other leaf::

::turns back, scoping out possible seating and finally moving to perch on log a few feet from superior officer::
captainchakotay: chiefcaptainchakotay on March 6th, 2005 10:34 am (UTC)
::stirs fruit cubes around on leaf::

::finally gives up and pops a piece into mouth, unable to ignore nervously waiting Bajoran::

::chews, considering::

Not bad...tastes almost like...




celes_tal on March 6th, 2005 10:35 am (UTC)
::jumps slightly, nodding hopefully::

Kava, Sir.
captainchakotay: chiefcaptainchakotay on March 6th, 2005 11:07 am (UTC)
Kava? Yes, that could be it.

Have you been hiding your culinary talents from us all, Crewman? We could use you in the kitchen.

::tacks smile on, realizing statement could easily be mis-interpreted::

celes_tal on March 6th, 2005 11:14 am (UTC)
::blushes::

::shakes head, looking down at own portion while poking at it with fork::

I don't think any area is spared from the curse I seem to have. Believe me, you're better off with Neelix in charge.

::laughs a little in memory::

Kava was the one dish my grandmother managed to teach me how to prepare.
captainchakotay: chiefcaptainchakotay on March 6th, 2005 11:21 am (UTC)
::chuckles as well, moving to find second helping::

She still had better luck than my grandmother, then.

celes_tal on March 6th, 2005 11:43 am (UTC)
::relaxes...something done right, for once</i>::

That can't be true.

Tom was always telling me about the working dinners you had...just the food, I mean.

captainchakotay: chiefcaptainchakotay on March 6th, 2005 04:22 pm (UTC)
::takes seat on log as well, shaking head::

::stares ahead thoughtfully::

I'll let you in on a secret, Celes.

Paris was usually too busy running his mouth to pay attention to where the food filling it came from. A replicator hides a thousand failings.

celes_tal on March 6th, 2005 05:16 pm (UTC)
I suppose for some people it does.

::chews to fill awkward silence, finally speaking only after forced to swallow::

Well...I won't tell him. But next time you should let To...the Commander cook. He does a mean penne pasta.

captainchakotay: chiefcaptainchakotay on March 6th, 2005 05:53 pm (UTC)
::nods::

I'll keep that in mind.

celes_tal on March 6th, 2005 06:25 pm (UTC)
::stares sideways briefly, surprised by the humble attention::

::pulls eyes away, pushing to feet again and dropping remnants of meal::

I should probably start cleaning things up and let you return to what you were doing.

captainchakotay: chiefcaptainchakotay on March 6th, 2005 07:58 pm (UTC)
Yes...

::glances across small clearing to padd left where dropped::

I'll take galley duty tomorrow and let you see firsthand what I said earlier.
celes_tal on March 6th, 2005 08:02 pm (UTC)
::smiles again, dipping head in acknowledgement while bending to pick up few utensils::

I look forward to it, Sir. Almost as much as I look forward to going home.
captainchakotay: chiefcaptainchakotay on March 6th, 2005 08:09 pm (UTC)
Everything in its time, Celes. Everything in its time.

::watches companion straighten and continue on to tent area, finally forcing self to stand as well and move to retrieve padd::

::stares at it for a moment::

::sighs::