Meeting A New Friend

Posted on Sun Jul 19th, 2020 @ 11:06am by Meghan Massachusetts (*)

Mission: Mission 11 - Prospecting
Location: Deck 3 - Mess Hall
Timeline: MD03 20:30
1458 words - 2.9 OF Standard Post Measure

Meghan knew what she needed to do as she walked in and then out of the mess hall and saw all the senior crew members sat their drinking beer and trying to formulate a plan of some type. What could be happening? It sharpened and clarified into a light that burned so brightly you could feel the heat merely standing in her presence. She was righteousness, but twisted, an undeniable life force and right then she was on the right side of the crew and wanted to help. What she did not expect was as she turned and left the room with a quick apology was to walk straight into someone. It busted her straight out the zone she had been in and the righteous anger dissipated.

"I am sorry. I was distracted." Meghan admitted with a frown glancing at the younger woman.

"Oh!" Perrie exclaimed. "I'm so sorry! I seem to be lost in my own world lately too." She smiled apologetically before her head tilted. "You're...new here, right? I don't think I recognise you as one of the crew."

Meghan smiled at Perrie. Meghan has barely met anyone onboard preferring her quarters for the most part. She normally raised eyebrows and today her clothing choice was no different she wore a long flowing green dress, it left her shoulders mostly uncovered and flows down into a simple court neckline. It was a loose fit which made the dress look comfortable, yet elegant and stylish. “I have been onboard a while. I have not really made friends with anyone but I have heard you sing sometimes.” Meghan admitted.

"Really?" Perrie perked up. "Did...did you like it? My singing, I mean? I feel like I've not had the same inspiration out here as I usually do so I've been trying some different things."

"It was beautiful," Meghan assured quickly seeing the woman perk up. Her singing had, had that effect on her some nights when she had heard it. A truly beautiful voice but what was she doing on a ship like this? "I am Meghan by the way." The older looking woman held out her hand to the younger woman smiling.

"Hi Meghan! I'm Perrie. Very pleased to meet you," the young woman gushed. "I hope you can stay around, I'm sure the rest of the crew would really love to meet you!"

Meghan smiled a little more. "I am here until I find the right space for me. What about you? A singer on this type of ship?" It was not usual at all. Something felt odd about it felt odd to her but she would not say more as she really could not comment.

"I'm just a passenger, really. Singing is...well, I suppose it's my life in many ways. More than that, though. Music is an expression of emotion and memory, of creativity." Perrie sighed happily. "I'm just lucky that I get an audience most nights."

"So where are you heading to then?" Meghan wondered looking around as crew members passed them by used words amount them. "What do you think is happening?"

"Oh here and there, I'm a bit of a free spirit with these sorts of things so I just go where my heart takes me..." she followed Meghan's look. "I don't know. They look a bit worried, though. I do hope everyone's okay."

"You would think that a singer like yourself would have gigs lined up." Meghan mused thinking about it all. It would have been prudent to have a tour set up but that was her business sense coming out. "They have looked worried for days. It is very unnerving." Meghan wanted to spy some more but her new companion made it impossible.

"Oh, no, not really. I'm a free spirit these days." She followed Meghan's gaze. "People like these ones are always worried about something. They're almost as bad as Starfleet for that."

"I was Starfleet once upon a time." Meghan grinned a little as everyone disappeared out of earshot leaving the two woman to go into the mess hall. "Coffee or something stronger?" She wondered heading to where the coffee was kept.

"I never drink coffee," Perrie replied with a mild frown. "It's actually really bad for your throat. If there's a fresh fruit-based drink available they're usually okay."

"Cannot ever say I've noticed about coffee being bad for your throat but I can barely hold a tune or carry a duty." As if to prove the point she hummed badly. "No fruit just a bottle of odd looking liquid." She held it up, it slopped around in the bottle thickly.

Perrie's nose wrinkled as she peered at the bottle. "Hm. Well, I'll give it a try," she said. "Though if this makes my tognue go blue I'm blaming you!"

"What do you suspect it is?" Meghan wondered pouring two small glasses at first. No need to waste it if someone else liked it and they need not. "I will join you so we can both have blue tongues if it happens." Meghan could not believe that it would just be left out like that if it would cause trouble for anyone on a mostly human crew.

Perrie sniffed the glass. "Smells...okay." She wasn't really an expert in alcohol, if it was that. "Little fruity I suppose?" She picked it up. "How about we try at the same time?" she grinned.

Meghan would have agreed if she had not downed the shot that she had poured and was wincing at the sweetness. “On par with Betazoid Nectar I guess.” She mused thoughtfully.

"Huh." Perrie watched the woman's face intently for a few seconds, trying to see if she was going to change colour or start foaming at the mouth or something. "You seem all right. Okay, here goes..." she knocked the glass back and scrunched up her face as the thick drink made its way down her throat. "Like cough medicine, my mother used to make me take," she cringed a little.

"Nah seems okay." Meghan actually found herself wanting to try some more of it and poured another healthy measure. "Would you like some more?" She wondered holding the bottle above her new companion's glass. It was not everyone's cup of tea especially as it was described a cough medicine.

"Oh! N-no, thank you..." Perrie felt a little twitch in her mouth. "Wow. That stuff is stronger than my usual. You really like it that much?"

"It is not too bad. I quite like Betazoid Nectar, this is just thicker and black." Meghan said with a shrug taking another deep drink of it. "It could be a lot worse with the look of it. Obviously not what someone thought it would be why it was now down there." She mused smiling at the woman.

"I'm so not great with the drinking. You should try Captain Gregnol or Jake Ford; those guys look like they can handle their drinks..." Perrie shrugged, nonplussed. "Wonder where Captain Gregnol is - not seen him a couple of days now."

Meghan nodded brushing her long hair behind her ear. Maybe it was time to get it cut again? She had not seen the man since he had introduced himself on the first day. "Is he normally around a lot? Not been on many ships or facilities where the Captain is so active in passenger welfare." She would search out both men when she got the chance to but he seemed they now that something to investigate. "Maybe it has something to do with what they were on talking about?"

"Could be," Perrie replied. In truth, she wasn't totally invested in current events. As a passenger, she was happy so long as the ship was running smoothly and there weren't crazy invasions or trips to strange new worlds. "Go ask them. If you're interested, I mean."

Meghan frowned at the other woman and sighed. Maybe she would not that her interest had been piped. It would be rude to not at least consider asking the men that had taken her money but had yet to get her out of the mining colony. “You are very wise for your age,” Meghan commented on as the doors swished open and a familiar person came in and indicated that they needed to leave to Meghan. “I am going to ask. I want to know why we have not left yet.” It was a simple question that would get her some questions answered.

"Okay," Perrie just nodded. She wasn't interested in getting involved with the chaos. Instead, she just let Meghan do that part and went back to her PADD, where she was trying to work out what she was going to do next.