The Commbadge.

Posted on Tue Jul 9th, 2013 @ 9:54am by Lieutenant Commander Matthew Horne
Edited on on Tue Jul 9th, 2013 @ 10:20am

Mission: Nothing Stays the Same
Location: Horne’s Quarters, USS Pacifica
Timeline: 22nd of December 2382, 07:00

OFF: All right, let’s see if I remember how to do this.

ON:

~~~ Horne’s Quarters, USS Pacifica ~~~

Matthew studied his reflection in the bedroom mirror closely as he carefully made final adjustments to his uniform. He always liked to look his best when reporting to duty and today was no different. He finished fixing the purple collar of his duty uniform and nodded in satisfaction at the results. He flicked some lint off his shoulder, turning away from the mirror he navigated his way past the mass of clothes, sheets and pillows that cluttered the bedroom floor, nearly tripping in the process. Quickly recovering his balance, he muttered a silent curse under his breath and continued across to the bedside table to retrieve his commbadge.

The small mahogany bedside table was home as disorganised as the rest of his room was. He hummed a soft tune to himself, while he cleared away a small handful of PADDs that had seemly taken up permanent residence in his quarters. Matthew put the small pile of PADDs to one side when his eyes came across a small silver bracelet and a golden necklace with a bright emerald jewel. Both the necklace and bracelet belonged to Francine, she had worn them on their date to the holodeck the night before. She had obviously forgotten to take them with her when she had left a little while ago. He made a mental note to let Francine know that she had left some of her things behind, before he returned to his search. There were several other items on the table of differing sizes but his commbadge was not amongst them. Looking up he glanced across to the other side of the bed, to see if he had left it there, which he hadn’t.

Horne: ;;rubbing the back of his head;; Now where did I put that?

Matthew frowned as he thought back to when he had last had the commbadge on. He recalled that he had worn it out the night before on his shirt under his jacket. Every time he thought back to the night before it managed to bring a happy smile to Matthew’s face. It had been a great night and Matthew had really enjoyed himself. It was still early days but Matthew felt that there was a real connection growing between them and he was interested in seeing where it would take them. He only hoped that Francine felt the same way.

He stepped back away from the table, turning around in the process. He scanned the floor, looking over the tangled mess on floor for any sign of the shirt he had worn last night. Matthew knelt down on the floor and started to sort through the tangled mass of bedsheets, tossing them back on the bed as he went. He came across one of his socks, followed by a shoe then a second sock, there was no sign of the second shoe though. At last he spotted his crumbled up shirt sitting at the foot of the bed, and was partly covering a black discarded pair of lace underwear that certainly didn’t belong to him.

Matthew smiled to himself and picked up the pine stripped shirt from the floor, removing the commbadge as he did. He attached the badge to his uniform and started to pick up the rest of his clothes that were scattered around. With clothing in hand he headed out of bedroom, only stopping momentarily to deposit his clothes into the cleaning unit for cleaning. He went back to humming his tune from earlier as his thoughts turned towards breakfast.

OFF: I just want to mention that I am about to start writing a JP with Francine at the moment that will be set before this one. That post will explain everything that is going on.

Lt. Cmdr. Matthew Horne
Chief Diplomatic Officer
USS Pacifica NCC-72545

 

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