05-01-2025, 09:07 PM
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==Petty Officer Bobb - Logistics - Culinary Staff NRC==
My, what a day.
Not to say life was ever particularly mundane on the Artemis. But excitement always proved...well exciting! All the more reason that he, and his teammates, be on their game ensuring that all officers and enlisted were well fed, nourished and happy. Morale was of the utmost importance to the purple hued Bolian.
The portly veteran crewman wheeled in the old fashioned cart, draped with a long violet shroud, making sure to do his best to remain out of the way. The science lab was generally a place of quiet, or at least subdued, contemplation, and meticulously maintained workstations - somewhat different from the Operations and security complexes which could be hives of activity and noise - depending on who was on duty.
Bobb shuffled the carriage into a bare corner, making sure to smile warmly at any officers or crew that looked his way, and he removed the veil covering the myriad assortment of confections, tapa's and fresh brewed tea and coffees. He reached under the top level, removing a tray of what appeared to be some exotic bolian delight, which he leaned against his ample midsection and offloaded to a bare table in the area.
" You're right, it might, and I'm sure we can sweeten the deal with that bottle of whiskey".
" Okay, teacher's pet, but yes, your ploy might just work"
The middle aged culinarian hummed quietly to himself as he carefully ordered his delivery to his aesthetic satisfaction, but as all good 'morale officers' were wont to do, he kept one ear to the conversation around him. A slight smile crept across his face as he heard their banter, and he spoke up as he finished nudging a plate of fresh Faronut cookies into a more eye pleasing area of the table.
"If I may interject..." He coo'ed, "If I were the teacher, the ploy would most definitely work upon me." He turned, placing a hand under his chin in faux contemplation, "In fact, I might even dare say this ploy has entranced me nonetheless." He grinned mischievously, "I believe I have a bottle of Andorian Summer Brandy, one that I have managed to hide from my husband, without much issue, by the way - that I would contribute to the cause of enlisting Commander Miller a bit of fun and relaxation." He placed the hand on his hip, striking an indignant, if not inviting pose, "Should one of you lovely young officers be so interested."
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My, what a day.
Not to say life was ever particularly mundane on the Artemis. But excitement always proved...well exciting! All the more reason that he, and his teammates, be on their game ensuring that all officers and enlisted were well fed, nourished and happy. Morale was of the utmost importance to the purple hued Bolian.
The portly veteran crewman wheeled in the old fashioned cart, draped with a long violet shroud, making sure to do his best to remain out of the way. The science lab was generally a place of quiet, or at least subdued, contemplation, and meticulously maintained workstations - somewhat different from the Operations and security complexes which could be hives of activity and noise - depending on who was on duty.
Bobb shuffled the carriage into a bare corner, making sure to smile warmly at any officers or crew that looked his way, and he removed the veil covering the myriad assortment of confections, tapa's and fresh brewed tea and coffees. He reached under the top level, removing a tray of what appeared to be some exotic bolian delight, which he leaned against his ample midsection and offloaded to a bare table in the area.
" You're right, it might, and I'm sure we can sweeten the deal with that bottle of whiskey".
" Okay, teacher's pet, but yes, your ploy might just work"
The middle aged culinarian hummed quietly to himself as he carefully ordered his delivery to his aesthetic satisfaction, but as all good 'morale officers' were wont to do, he kept one ear to the conversation around him. A slight smile crept across his face as he heard their banter, and he spoke up as he finished nudging a plate of fresh Faronut cookies into a more eye pleasing area of the table.
"If I may interject..." He coo'ed, "If I were the teacher, the ploy would most definitely work upon me." He turned, placing a hand under his chin in faux contemplation, "In fact, I might even dare say this ploy has entranced me nonetheless." He grinned mischievously, "I believe I have a bottle of Andorian Summer Brandy, one that I have managed to hide from my husband, without much issue, by the way - that I would contribute to the cause of enlisting Commander Miller a bit of fun and relaxation." He placed the hand on his hip, striking an indignant, if not inviting pose, "Should one of you lovely young officers be so interested."
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