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AT/D03-10 - Crew Quarters - Tyra Crawford - 07-17-2024
== On Deck 03, Department Heads have relatively spacious quarters. The main area contains a work desk, table with four chairs, lounge area with seating including upholstered chairs and couches. The bedroom usually has a ‘Full XL’ sized mattress, with dressers and closets. They also have a spacious bath with separate shower, grooming area, and refreshment facilities.
Deck 04 houses quarters for Commissioned ‘Junior’ Officers. Designed for double occupancy, there is a shared lounge area, and shared bathroom. Each officer has their own room with small desk, chair, dresser, and a ‘Twin XL’ mattress.
Finally, Enlisted Quarters are found on Deck 10. These are premium ‘dormitory-style’ areas designed for quadruple occupancy. Two private rooms each contain two ‘Twin’ sized mattresses, with a locker or dresser for each person. There are shared refreshment and shower areas, as well as a shared lounge.
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RE: AT/D03-10 - Crew Quarters - Carol Harriman - 07-21-2024
== Carol Harriman's quarters ==
Carol took her time to arrive back on the Artemis, leaving her time to get settled in her quarters and take a walk around the ship. There were new crew members mixed in with the returning members, and she mingled a little before returning back to her quarters for a quick refreshing shower and then to get officially on the clock. She unpacked a few of her things, including a few photos she placed around her quarters before taking a quick shower and getting ready, dressing in her uniform.
Well... here I am again. Now what? Carol opened up her PADD and began recording as she slowly walked around the room.
"Carol Harriman, tactical officer..."
She turned off the recording and sat down on the couch. Yea. Now what Carol? Her hands reached up and clasped behind her head as she inhaled and exhaled. Her hands returned down to her lap, her head sinking into the couch. Her eyes drifted around the room and then slowly closed.
RE: AT/D03-10 - Crew Quarters - Omdor Jaein - 09-05-2024
==Chief Engineer's Quarters, Deck 3==
==0600 Hours, launch day==
Jaein woke up in a strange bed, an alertness that hadn't really left him taking him in moments from lying prone on the bed to standing up beside it before he really registered what was happening. He stopped and sighed, sitting back down and stretching out his back and shoulders which were starting to protest being used so quickly. I thought that instinct had finally left, he thought; growing up a refugee from the Occupation had left him some scars, most of them mental. Many had healed, but every once in a while, something happened that made one rear it's head.
He finally stood, walking through the bare quarters towards where his bags had been dumped in the main living area. He hadn't bothered to unpack yet; there hadn't been enough time, for starters, but given the mission brief he figured there would be plenty of time while they were going back and forth and back and forth in the nebula. For now, then, he dug a uniform out of his bag along with his shaving kit and headed for the suite's bathroom.
A quick shower and shave later, he felt a little more alive than he had before. He looked at himself in the mirror, noticing a little more gray than had been there the day before, he felt. He debated for a minute whether he was imaging things, or whether that disastrous meeting the night before had really had that big of an effect. A sigh escaped him as he dismissed the thought; it wasn't worth worrying about. Mary Ellen would've scolded him if she knew that he was worrying about his hair, before simply laughing at her husband.
"Is it really that bad?" she had asked him over dinner last night. He'd finally met her half an hour after he was supposed to, at a little Human Italian restaurant she'd noticed tucked away on the promenade. She'd given him a glass of wine as soon as he sat down, reading his face.
He set the glass down, empty, with a sigh. "I don't know," he'd told her. "On the face of it, the place looks like a madhouse. A DH that basically has no emotional control and barely any restraint. A junior officer who seems to not have any filter and says whatever is on her mind. Another one that is - was? - dating the First Officer, who was also just arrested as an accessory to murder. And that's not even mentioning the political madness that seems to have resulted in two captains being aboard at once; one of them hired me, and she doesn't appear to be the one in command anymore."
She raised an eyebrow, having refilled both glasses and taken a sip of her own. "And you're still supposed to launch tomorrow morning?"
"0700, bright and early tomorrow." He didn't know how they were gonna do it, but he was determined Engineering wouldn't be the one slowing them down. He'd delegated to his shift leads to make sure everyone was back aboard or at least scheduled to report back no later than 0600, and he was late here because he'd been reviewing the manifest that LCdr Morgan had provided, making sure there wasn't anything he felt would still be needed. He had been impressed with her thoroughness, because he couldn't find anything they were missing or even just lacking enough of. "Of course," he said, "it's anyone's guess what the command staff will look like by that point."
She sighed and nodded as the waiter came up, and they had ordered and moved to happier conversations - about their children, her work on Bajor, and more.
He shook his head and combed his hair, coming back to the present, and moved back out to finish getting ready. Two boots, a jacket, tricorder on his hip, communicator on his jacket, and one final addition - a cup of coffee, double strong and black, fresh out of the replicator. He preferred to brew it from real beans, but as this was a temporary position he hadn't made any effort to get that set up. Replicated would do for now.
So fortified, he headed for the door and the lift.
RE: AT/D03-10 - Crew Quarters - Rubicon Doyle - 04-11-2025
== Some time before the current mission. ==
Wasn’t she just at Starfleet Academy yesterday?
It sure felt like it.
Rubicon sighed as she adjusted the duffle bag on her shoulder, that was filled with some of the more ‘personal’ of her personal effects (the rest had already been transported here and dropped off by Artemis logistics, at least, that’s what she’d been told). It had actually been more like 72 hours since she’d been in San Francisco and gotten her first Fleet assignment.
She didn’t think it would feel like this, again. That tingle of excitement at something new. The hint of trepidation to do something new. It was like the first time she’d jumped off the high diving board at the pool, the first time she’d kissed someone, the first time she’d had to save a life and been the one in charge. Rubicon had thought her days of feeling ‘that’ were over. The year from hell had put her through the mental, physical, emotional wringer. And once it was done stretching her, it put her through that vice and wrung her out again.
But here she was.
That tingle.
That trepidation.
Breathe Rubicon!
She did. Slowly in through the nose, and equally slowly out through the mouth.
She wasn’t a newbie, still wet behind the ears; Rubicon was only new to this. She had easily been at least two decades older than the majority of the student population at Starfleet Academy—she had life experience up the wazoo.
But still. Here she was, catching her breath.
F— it.
Rubicon hit the button on the small access panel next to the door. It chirruped a moment, recognizing her, and then opened the door to reveal her new quarters. She let out a breath. That hadn’t been so hard. Reporting in to the Chief of Security had been easier than this moment. But now it was done and she could move onto the next.
She stepped across the threshold and into the space.
It was small. Not much bigger than the space she’d had at Starfleet Academy. Rubicon was surprised to see only two bunks inside and not the four plus she’d been expecting. She raised an eyebrow at that. She’d been under the impression that as a midshipman she’d be sharing more of a dormitory space, but that didn’t seem to be the case here. Was this another mixup of paperwork, or did somewhere in personnel and logistics seen her age and decided to take pity on her? Either way, she didn’t mind.
Of the two beds, one definitely looked like it was occupied; there were clearly personal effects in that side. The other was empty apart from the standard issue Starfleet bedding and the couple of crates of her personal items she’d had shipped aboard. Rubicon took the few steps to the empty bed and set her duffle down.
“Hello?” She called out to the small room. “Anyone home?”
== Tag Star! ==
RE: AT/D03-10 - Crew Quarters - Emily Star - 04-14-2025
The sound of the door opening hadn’t registered with her, but the soft “Hello” pulled Emily from the bathroom. With her hair wrapped in a towel, she glanced at the new presence in the room. Her purple pajama pants and casual black tank top were a stark contrast to the uniformed figure standing there.
Quickly recovering, she offered a warm, easy smile. “Hi there,” she said, her tone bright and unhurried. “I figured I’d have a roommate, but I wasn’t quite sure what to expect.”
Emily stepped a little closer, her Vulcan-like features softened by a relaxed, approachable demeanor. She extended a hand, “I’m Emily Star. Medical. Which means if you get maimed, I'm all set to help.”
Her gaze flicked briefly to the duffle bag and back to Rubicon. “First days are a lot, huh? Get unpacked, meet new people, check in with your chief, and try not to get lost.” She gestured toward the empty bunk with a small nod. “Wish I could give you more of a grand tour, but it’s pretty simple: bed, bathroom, closet.”
Emily moved back to her bunk and flopped down onto it, loosening the towel around her head to tousle her damp hair. “Any questions? Comments?” she asked, tilting her head slightly as her smile softened.
=tag Rubicon=
RE: AT/D03-10 - Crew Quarters - Rubicon Doyle - 04-30-2025
There was a muffled response, before a side door opened and a woman stepped out. The two women were a show in opposites. The woman was a head taller than Rubicon, with high cheekbones and a warm but green tone flushed on her dewey cheeks. She was slender looking, but athletic enough. The other woman also seemed to be younger than Rubicon, though there was something about her that made it difficult to really judge. Nevermind the fact that Rubicon was in her uniform and the other woman was dressed casually and a towel wrapped around her head, Rubicon had clearly interrupted the woman’s nighttime (or maybe her daytime depending on shift?) absolutions.
“Hi there,” she said, her tone bright and unhurried. “I figured I’d have a roommate, but I wasn’t quite sure what to expect.”
“Hello,” Rubicon smiled in return.
A hand was offered in greeting, Rubicon reached for it and gave it a firm shake in return. She could feel the steadiness of her new roommate’s grip, and immediately trepidation filled her stomach. No, please don’t tell me…
“I’m Emily Star. Medical.”—because of course. Is the universe conspiring against met?— “Which means if you get maimed, I’m all set to help.”
“Hopefully you won’t have to do that too much,” the humour in her voice felt forced, and Rubicon tried to laugh it off but that too felt so fake. She was certain that Star would be delightful in her own ways, but all Rubicon could feel was lurk of her former profession. “I’m Rubicon Doyle, Security. I shoot ‘em, you fix ‘em.”
“First days are a lot, huh? Get unpacked, meet new people, check in with your chief, and try not to get lost.” She gestured toward the empty bunk with a small nod. “Wish I could give you more of a grand tour, but it’s pretty simple: bed, bathroom, closet.”
“Hey now, I’m just appreciating the fact that I was assigned a double and not a quad,” Rubicon replied, setting herself down on her bed and reaching to unzip one of her boots, then the other. “Dorm life is definitely an experience but I’m glad someone somewhere took pity on these old bones and granted me a little peace and space.”
Boots removed, Rubicon laid back on her brand new bunk. It felt weird to be starting over again. Sure, the four years at the Academy had come and gone. It had been an exciting challenge to learn something so not in her original skillset. But now she was in a place she could potentially start sprouting roots again. Could the Artemis be somewhere she could call home? That almost felt like a foreign concept to Rubicon, since her ex had thouroughly torn through all her ideas about what home should feel like. Rubicon rubbed her eyes. You are not too old for this.
“Any questions? Comments?”
Rubicon looked over to Emily who was busy drying her hair with the towel.
“Any Artemis tips and tricks? Haven’t met the Captain yet but saw her record… how does she seem?” Rubicon knew the drill with any knew assignment; it would likely take her a good six to eight weeks before she started to feel comfortable, and then another eight to feel confident in her role. All about learning the ropes, meeting the people, learning the quirks of the place.
== Tag! ==