Mambo Italiano
Posted on Sun Jun 26th, 2016 @ 12:28am by Reessem Nubohn KIA (*)
Edited on on Sun Jun 26th, 2016 @ 12:28am
Mission:
Mission 1 - Bridges
Location: Deck 13, Docking Port 2
Timeline: MD 03 14:55
656 words - 1.3 OF Standard Post Measure
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Reessem sat her legs dangling over the walk way of the observation deck. She wore tight black trousers and a dark blue tee over a hard wearing jacket, her long hair free and lightly curling around her face. Her pretty face was face first in a note pad going over the stores that had been coming on-board. She wasn't entirely sure what she was doing on the Mary Rose but it was an opportunity to escape the Starbase and her dead end job going over the administration and operations systems. She was desperate to escape the control of it.
She hummed softly, an old nanna going through her head that she remembered from her childhood. She closed her eyes and for a second she was back on Earth, on the tiny island of Corsica. She smiled sadly thinking of days spent on the hot Mediterranean coast and nights spent in the cooler mountains. With a jolt she came back looking around for the sound that had disturbed her.
“Who is there?” She demanded.
Amelia turned the corner onto the gangway, her bag in tow. She'd only just made it aboard ship after working out the details of her lease with the captain. She looked the woman before her up and down, sizing her up as she stepped closer.
"Ciao maggio donna," she replied. "I did not mean to startle you, I was looking for a perch so that I could help direct the loading of my belongings." She set her bag down a few meters from the smaller looking woman and leaned onto the railing, letting her long-flowing hair to rest on her shoulders.
Giving her a mischievous smile as she brought her free hand to caress her cheek, the older woman made herself comfortable on the catwalk. "Its nice to meet another Italiano aboard this gracious Signora."
Reessem looked up as she heard the familiar tones of someone who lived within miles of her former home. She looked up taking in the older woman and offered a soft smile watching her carefully.
“I’m French speaking... but you are welcome.” She lied a little in Italian. Corsican’s spoke both Italian and French as the two islands were so close. The young woman herself spoke so many languages sometimes so that she forgot which one she was speaking. “No perch to see them here I am afraid just me going over admin stuff.”
"Francese, Italiano, they are mere siblings," she replied with a smile. "I could lend you a hand, if you'd like? Running and impresa can be a terrible bestia."
Reessem laughed a little and looked up, her dark eyes twinkling as she watched carefully. Most people she had seen on the ship apart from the XO had barely spoken to her, the XO had been concerned more about her age.
“I’m Reessem by the way... You don’t need to worry about this stuff. I could help you though... Give you a tour?” She offered as an introduction. Most people didn’t look her at her twice unless they were male and leering.
Amelia smiled at the offer. "I would be delighted, but I'm afraid I must over-see the portando a bordo of my mobilia. My piacevole, talented as they are, will need my help in the establishment of my new affari here." She pushed herself from the railing, just as a thought made its way to the surface.
"But perhaps you could help us find our way to Deck 7? I've leased some of the vacant infrastruttura near the...how did that lovely captain put it? The bowling alley?"
"Yes... I believe the XO has talked him out of getting rid of it." Reessem chuckled and stood, tugging her tee back down covering her stomach. "Yes... this way then."
::OFF::
Amelia da Semprevivo,
Ship's Madame,
SS Mary Rose
&
Reessem Nubohn
Administrator
SS Mary Rose
