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				Title: <strong>USS McNair - Helmsman's Quarters [archive]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 05:30:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ensign Cate Cassidy's Quarters</strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20070203224305/memoryalpha/en/images/d/d6/T%27Pol%27s_quarters.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Helmsman's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 06:01:44</strong>
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				Cate Cassidy let out a long drawn out breath as the door to her modestly sized quarters hissed open.&nbsp; Her right hand clutched the strap of her large duffel pack which was somewhat uncomfortably slung over her right shoulder while a travel kennel was very carefully being carried in her left hand.&nbsp; Home.&nbsp; At least it was right now.&nbsp; Carelessly she tossed the faded and holey olive green duffel onto her bed with a muffled<div class="floatright">(http://i637.photobucket.com/albums/uu91/Cassiopeia101/AmyAdams-fluffybluesweatercropnresize.jpg?t=1284609293)</div> 'thunk' before gingerly setting down the small kennel on the floor.&nbsp; There was a cautious "mrroww?" as Cate reached down to open the latch and two large jade green eyes stared out at the room, assessing the situation.&nbsp; <br><br>"Jewel ..." she cooed, raking her left hand through the thick crop of red gold hair that had fallen into her porcelain face.&nbsp; "Come on out kitty-kah!"&nbsp; The silver Betazoid cat just grumbled to herself and flicked the tip of her striped tail, stubbornly sitting on all four of her paws.&nbsp; Cate sighed and stuck her tongue out at the small sized feline.&nbsp; "Well fine then, be that way.&nbsp; You come out when you're good and ready."&nbsp; The cat chortled a response and flicked her tail, obviously stating she would do just that.<br><br>The young ensign turned toward her bed and moved to her pack, unzipping one the compartments and pulling out a holopic frame.&nbsp; She stood back up and took a few steps around the sparse room, eyeing up any available space to figure which exactly would be optimal.&nbsp; Cate decided to plant the silver-tone frame on the right side of her small desk and flicked it on.&nbsp; A holo clip of herself at the age of five and her father laughing as she sat in his lap, steering the cargo ship they had called home for many years.&nbsp; A brief smile quirked up at the corner of her pinked lips and she reflexively swallowed down the forming lump in her throat.&nbsp; For a moment her striking pale bluish green eyes seemed to fill up, but only for a moment.&nbsp; <br><br>"Not too bad, is she, Daddy?" she said to the picture, almost brightly.&nbsp; "And they're actually letting <em>me</em> fly her!"&nbsp; Cate had taken time to study the ship's specs and they were impressive, far beyond those of an ordinary science vessel.&nbsp; It was the kind of ship that would have made her father whistle and pine.&nbsp; Pushing her pack off the bed Cate fluffed up the provided pillow and sat down, leaning back against the grayish walls.&nbsp; With a rattling mew Jewel began to step out of her temporary residence and stretched, still eying the room warily with her unearthly large, gem-like eyes.&nbsp; Cate smiled down at her, watching as her dear companion got acquainted with the new surroundings.&nbsp; "Ah, there we are, all unpacked now."&nbsp; It had taken her eight months to finally fully unpack her bags on her last ship, there was something unsettling to the ensign about getting too comfortable too quickly, and regardless of all her optimism this place felt no different in that regard.<br><br>Every thought though now began to drown to the imaginings of what it would be like to be at the helm of a ship like the <em>McNair</em>.&nbsp; Butterflies seemed to be in the middle of mating season within her stomach and goosebumps pricked at her skin as a chill at the very thought shot down her spine.&nbsp; This was it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Helmsman's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 05:54:33</strong>
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				Cate was pondering over matters in her head within her small quarters, first and foremost being when was the appropriate time to introduce herself to her captain.&nbsp; Truth be told she was a bit nervous since this was her first real assignment.&nbsp; It was a lot of responsibility, though she was confident she could handle it.&nbsp; At times, however, typical social niceties escaped her.&nbsp; She was a friendly person, of course, but being raised on an all male cargo ship did have it's disadvantages as Cate came to realized when she moved to Earth.&nbsp; Social skill grew with time and experience though and she would conquer it if she set her mind to it, as always.<br><br>"Rrrrrr!" interrupted her mental tangent.&nbsp; Her eyes darted over to the wide-eyed, large-eared cat, who stared back at her master in a clear 'that wasn't me!' manner.&nbsp; Cate realized the culprit was her stomach.&nbsp; So excited had she been to get aboard the McNair she had forgotten about all meals and ... she looked over at the standard issue clock on her desk to see that it was nearly time for dinner.&nbsp; She could have replicated something and eaten in her quarters, however, this provided a good opportunity to get to know some of her knew crew.&nbsp; The sooner the better, really.&nbsp; But first she had to take a swift sonic shower and put on her regulation uniform before she wound up making a bad impression.&nbsp; Atypical for a female though, the young ensign could be ready in a handful of minutes if need be, as was the case on this day.<br><br>Pulling back her loose strawberry waves she braided it so that it would stay out of her face, save for a few unruly curls that stubbornly would always fall forward at the most inconvenient of times.&nbsp; Somehow though, in addition to it framing her face nicely it suited her personality perfectly so she just let them be.&nbsp; As Cate removed a fresh uniform from her pack she noted the single pip stuck into the collar and ran her thumb over the tiny piece of metal.&nbsp; Smiling softly she felt a great sense of pride and tradition wash over her.&nbsp; With care she slipped into the well fitting, though not too snug, black uniform, accented with deep red to indicate her position as a member of the bridge crew.<br><br>Cate snatched the data pad off of the end of her bed, some light reading material in case there was no one to be found in the lounge when she got there.&nbsp; "I'll leave you to get acquainted with the new digs then," she told the silver cat, lightly dipping her chin in farewell before skipping out the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: USS McNair - Helmsman's Quarters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cassiopeia</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 01:08:33</strong>
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				Cate was once again back in her quarters after the staff meeting.&nbsp; She said a lot more in her own head than she had aloud, which was somewhat typical of her personality when around new people.&nbsp; Of course when there was a barrage of opinions and comments sometimes it was best to just sit back and take it all in.&nbsp; Really weapons didn't affect the way she flew so what was there for her to say, either way a defensive and evasive flight pattern was good for battle.&nbsp; Leaning back against the gray wall from her perched position on the utilitarian bed the young ensign sighed a bit.&nbsp; There was a social gathering to attend.<br><br>That was good in some ways, she would be far more relaxed and at ease to get to know the crew ... if she let herself.&nbsp; Such was the folly of growing up on a cargo vessel, never in any one place long enough to pick up decent social skills, hence why she felt the need to learn a bit of every language from the cultures she'd visited.&nbsp; She was made for this job, this crew, and she knew it.&nbsp; Somehow though Cate just wanted to make sure everyone else knew it.&nbsp; For the first time in her life she<em> really</em> cared about fitting in.&nbsp; And to start with, she had no clue what to wear.&nbsp; Really her uniform would suffice ... but would she be the only one not dressed in more civilian type wear?<br><br>This was not her area of expertise by any means.&nbsp; She needed advice, as much as that pained her, and there was only one person she'd ever gotten this type of advice from before.&nbsp; Aunt Margaret (http://downloadhousemdepisodes.edogo.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/38358.jpg) was probably the foremost authority in the eastern continental America on socialization, or at least it had felt that way during Cate's teen years.&nbsp; Not always a good thing.&nbsp; Sitting at her desk Cate pulled up her personal viewscreen and instructed it to contact her aunt's home in New York.&nbsp; In mere moments her aunt was chattering and gushing over the fact that Cate had already called.<br><br>"Okay, what's <em>his name</em>?!" Margaret demanded, her smile spreading from ear to ear as she practically bounced up and down in her designer chair.<br><br>"I ... what?" Cate questioned, arching a golden red eyebrow in utter confusion.&nbsp; "Oh ... no no ... there's a social gathering tonight in the crew lounge, casual apparently, or we can wear our uniforms ..." she trailed off a bit, knowing her aunt would pick up the train of thought immediately.<br><br>"Wear that dark turquoise dress I bought you last time you visited!" the older woman exclaimed.&nbsp; "With your hair and eye color, not to mention your legs, you'll be stunning!&nbsp; Oh, with those silver shoes too ... and a nice pair of silver earrings."<br><br>Jewel jumped up onto the desk, very purposefully walking in front of the screen in order to demand attention with a "rrrrraaaaow!"&nbsp; Cate silently scolded her and scooped her up into her lap, petting the feline creature until she began purring and nuzzling.<br><br>"But isn't that a little overdressed for casual?" she asked visibly uncomfortable at the mere thought and compulsively tucking her red hair behind her ear.<br><br>"Sweety, better to be overdressed than underdressed, this I know.&nbsp; Besides, if you look fantastic you'll feel fantastic and you'll be sure to make a good impression."&nbsp; Margaret paused and Cate just nodded.&nbsp; "And DON'T drink beer, for the love of Pete!" her face was stern now, nearly horrified as she imagined it.<br><br>"But I like beer!&nbsp; I don't see wh-"<br><br>"DO NOT!&nbsp; Order a bellini.&nbsp; It's delicious, it's refined, it's <em>feminine</em>," Margaret's brows furrowed on that word and her lips pursed.&nbsp; "Please, just trust me on this.&nbsp; Other than that feel free to be yourself!"<br><br>Cate folded her arms over her chest, almost seeming to pout a bit.&nbsp; "Fine, I won't get a beer."<br><br>"Great, you'll be fabulous!&nbsp; Just make sure you show off that beautiful smile ... oh and keep your shoulders back.&nbsp; Now seriously, tell me his name, please?"<br><br>The redhead sighed and shook her head.&nbsp; "His name is McNair and he's my only love for the duration of my assignment.&nbsp; I'll talk to you soon, thanks."<br><br>"Fine, I give up!&nbsp; And anytime, my dear.&nbsp; Love you!"<br><br>"Love you too."&nbsp; With that Cate ended the call and looked over at her pack, imagining that dress, those shoes.&nbsp; She did feel quite good in them, but then again that was out and about, not at a work affair.&nbsp; And, irritating as it was to admit, Margaret was usually right about these sorts of things, so after placing the cat down on her bed Cate began the 'arduous' task of getting ready.
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