How to Greet Mi'lady, and other stupid advice

Posted on Tue Jun 5th, 2018 @ 4:14pm by Reessem Nubohn KIA (*)

Mission: Mission 7 - Sabotage
Location: Corridor to the mess hall
Timeline: MD -07 19:00
1177 words - 2.4 OF Standard Post Measure

Deacon waited nervously in the corridor going over the human customs Angus told him to follow. When the doors parted he couldn't help keeping that stupid goofy smile off his face. As nervous as he was with spending time with Reessem, he felt even more nervous about what he was about to do. Angus assured him human women, especially the ones from earth expected it, if he was to be taken seriously. Breathing in he steeled himself for whatever the next thirty seconds of his life would bring.

"Ah Milady," Deacon said bowing like a courtier, "Shall we go to the show?" he asked offering Reessem the crook of his arm.

The woman shook her head and took his hand instead. "Come on then Deacon." She said tugging him along the corridor as she knew he would be stunned.

Deacon smiled as Reessem took his hand. This wasn't going the way Angus said it would, but it wasn't going badly either. He had almost needed to break into a jog as Ressem nearly skipped down the hallway to the turbolift. Looking at the restrained smile on her face he could see that she could wait for them to see this Terran Move-V, 'Oz', he knew he had to be missing something.

Part of his brain told him to shut up, that he was holding hands with Reessem, she was happy, he was happy don't mess it up. But if she was giddy to watch the 'Oz', based on the trailer he saw... "So, eating popped seeds covered in butter and triangles of cheese covered bread, big Terran tradition," Deacon said as he started his fishing expedition, "And 'Oz,' the fabled 'Emerald City' suppose to be a Human classic, you seem real excited to see it. Have you ever seen it before?"

"Terran?" The woman asked confused by the phrase. No one called human's Terran's nowadays apart from Deacon it seemed. "I did a very long time ago. It was in French so it must have been when I four or five when I didn't know any other language."

"Sorry, is the term 'Earther' now-a-days? You're from the actual Earth, right?" then his brain caught up with the rest of what she said. "Wait, your parents showed you a move-V about warring tribal faction of humans in a maximum security prison killing each other,,, when you were five?" as hard as he tried to be culturally sensitive Deacon couldn't keep the look of abject horror off his face.

"Human...Yes an island called Corsica." She said brightly before she raised an eyebrow at the horror on his face. "A warring tribal faction of humans in a maximum security prison killing each other? Non... what have you been watching? The film is about a girl who gets lost in a magical world." She laughed loudly trying to stop herself from doubling over.

Deacon was torn between loving the sound of her laugh and the embarrassment of being laughed at. Deciding to save face he took his PaDD out of his pocket and handed it to Reessem, "So I'm guessing this isn't the right 'trailer.'" he asked handing her the device.

The screen showed a green metal door with OZ in big letters with the tagline "This is no place like home."

Reessem laughed again and passed the PaDD back to him with a shake of her head. "Not in the slightest." She grinned and tugged him into the turbo lift. It was easy to see he was embarrassed but who was he to know the difference.

Deacon smiled letting it go, allowing himself to be dragged into the lift. He couldn't help but laugh at the wonderful silliness of it all. As Reessem twisted the turbolift control the engineer heard one corner bind for a split second and release with a jolt throwing him back into the wall and Reessem into his arms. Part of him made a note to re-align the lifts magnetic couplers, the rest, the part looking into the a pair of hazel eyes centimeters away told the first part to shut the hell up.

She was so close Deacon could feel her breath on his neck, time seemed to slow as he smiled. His brain screamed at him to do something, but all he was able to muster was whispering oh-so-softly, "Hello there Rees."

Reessem was surprised when she was pretty much thrown into the man and grinned up at him. "Hey, Deacon." The woman said softly surprised by herself not moving away from him just yet. This man was so much older, so much more expereinced but she couldn't stop herself.

He heard her whisper his name, as if from a dream. Her smile, that was what captured his heart. Some cynic may have called it coy, but to Deacon it was demure, simply beautiful like the woman wearing it. Leaning forward, he cocked his head slightly and closed his eyes, tentatively brushed his lips against hers. They were soft lips, warm lips, lips that needed to be kissed. Gently he pressed his lips to hers.

The French woman was surprised when he kissed her but kissed him back neither less. After a long moment she relinquished his grip, drawing away from the sweet kiss, although not in any real hurry.

As Reessem backed away, Deacon unable to look away from the light in the young woman's eyes or the shy smile on those lips. He had to say something, something right, anything that would let Reessem know, have an inkling of how he felt. He breathed in, knowing whatever he was going to say would be clumsy, and awkward. Fortunately fate saved him at the last second as the lift doors parted.

"Some-WHERE over the rainbow!" the duet belted out as they danced their way on the lift. It was Tommy Bowsman, one of the 'knuckle-draggers' who worked holds and Kylie Franks, one of the wipers. Deacon looked at the pair slack jawed. Surprisingly not due to the fact that they were singing and dancing. it was what they were wearing.

Kylie was dressed in a farmer's hat and threadbare clothes with packing straw sticking out of it, her nose colored brown with some sort of makeup. While Tommy, who stood half a head taller than Deacon, was wearing a blue and white checkered sundress over a white shirt his long hair braided into two ponytails with red bows on the ends of them. On his feet, size 16 red sequin high heeled shoes.

The pair seemed oblivious of Deacon and Reessem as they sang to each other. When the lift doors opened they got out skipping happily down to messhall. Staring after them Deacon laughed, "if Bowsman looks anything like this girl you've been telling me about, I might prefer the one about the prison.' then squeezing Reessem's hands added, "Of course Rees, tonight I think I'd follow you anywhere."

OFF::

Deacon Kane
Engineering Chief
USS Mary Rose

Reessem Nubohn
Secretary
SS Mary Rose
(PNPC Gregnol)