Thank you -- A pleasent afternoon.

Posted on Saturday January 11th, 2020 @ 5:26pm by Lieutenant Gypsy Sage & Lieutenant Phelan Sabrehagen

Mission: Oh Where, Oh Where, Has My Everything Gone?
Location: Promenade Area station
Timeline: Current

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Gypsy had been wandering replacing some of the items that were on the mad shuttle. She had also picked up a few things for her new counseling companion and for the office, along with a few other items.

She had just finished visiting an old fashioned book are when she ran into the man who'd been her rescuer. "Mr. Sabrehagen. Hello. I was going to come and find you later today.

Phelan had just been wandering. He was off duty and bored. He couldn't take the shuttles out because they were being maintained while the crews were off duty, so he was here, wandering aimlessly. The voice made him pause and refocus on the real world. When he did, he smiled. "Oh, hello! How are you settling in?" He finally processed her last statement and frowned, his expression becoming confused. "Find me? Why?"

"I'm adjusting well. Just getting things set up." She smiled, "I wanted to thank you again for helping me. That shuttle was...disturbing...only a fraction less then the fact that its personality was taken from the brain patterns of a Union Admiral."

Phelan smiled when she said that she was settling in well, pleased to hear it. But the rest made him shiver. "I know, right? I mean, to think that one of our Admirals was that... neurotic? Psychotic? Sociopathic? I'm not sure of the word, but it's frankly very scary," he admitted quietly so that, hopefully, only she could hear him.

After that, he straightened once more and grinned. "So... were you looking for something in particular or just roaming? Maybe I can help if the former. If the latter, I can offer company... if you want it." He couldn't help himself; he was, by nature, a social being. It did help that she was kind and warm.

She smiled, "I think the right word is all of the above with respect to that Admiral. As to your second question. I was just looking. Trying to decorate my quarters and my office. I could use the company for sure."

She studied him. "So how long have you been on the station?"

Phelan grinned, pleased. "Well, I will try to be good company," he jested then shrugged. "I've been here long enough to know to keep my head down and don't push certain life forms." Another jest. "Seriously though? A few weeks really. Not too long. How do you find it so far?"

"Unusual. I have never been on a station of this kind. I find myself drawn to, what everyone is calling, the space walk. I find it so calming and peaceful."

Phelan nodded. "I like it too, but it seems some don't. I guess it's too... open? for them." It wasn't that he didn't grasp why they felt that way, it was simply that he didn't see it like that. "I mean, I can see why it might be considered scary. The only thing between you and vacuum is that thin layer of transparent metal. But that just makes it... exciting, I guess, knowing that." He shrugged.

"Well that it does." She smiled. She liked Phelan. "So I hear that this station is a bit of....a notty corner. A time out if you will. When I asked for the assignment I had several people in a state of shock and even more trying to convince me that it's a bad idea." She had looked up the records and had found that many crew members had discipline issues. "What did you do to get tossed here?"

Phelan frowned and shrugged. "Honestly, I'm not sure. They'd already punished me by sending me to Research Station 23. At least I knew why I was there. But when they sent me here, they didn't tell me why, and I didn't ask." He chuckled at his own expense. "I think I was afraid of the answer." Then to move the conversation away from the next logical question regarding what he'd said, he gave her a playfully horrified look and took a step away. "You asked for this assignment!? Are you mad?" His tone, like his expression, was playfully horrified, but his eyes gave him away, holding amusement in them.

She smiled, "They told me that this was a station of misfits so I figured I would fit right in." She grinned at her joke.

Phelan laughed. "Well, you seem to be doing well so far, Doc," he told her with a wink. "I mean, I'm not the oddest one here by far, but you gotta walk before you can run, right?" he asked with a wink and a grin.

She smiled, "True enough." They found themselves by an old book store. Gypsy's eyes lit up "Oh my....I believe we've just landed near my addiction." Her eyes sparkled as she looked at the old leather bound books. "Do you mind if we stop in here?"

Phelan chuckled softly. "Not at all. I'm a Sabrehagen. We are usually considered eccentric by other families because we like old stuff." He turned toward the store and stood to the side of the door, giving a flourish of a motion. "After you, M'lady," he said with the tone of one of those old knights in those old movies.

She smiled. The station was turning out to be nothing like she'd thought. She entered the store and was immediately struck by the scent of books. It was one that she had always loved. They shopped around a while and she came out with a bag of books and some hand bound leather journals. "Well that was fun. Did you get anything you liked?" She asked her new friend.

Phelan for his part had found several he had been looking for for some time. He grinned at her and hefted the bag. "Yep. This guy seems to be able to get stuff no one else can. I'm definitely coming back here!" His grin remained as he held out his hand. "May I carry that for you?" And there was the chivalry coming out again.

She smiled, "Thank you again." She looked at him. "Well you are proving to be quite the good luck charm."

Phelan frowned for a second and had a look of memory, then his smile returned in full force. "Why thank you. Wish you could tell that to some people I used to know at Union Point," he joked. "But seriously, I think I'm the one who got lucky this day. I mean, lovely company, good books, and lively conversation. Who could ask for more."

She laughed. "I think I have figured out why the union sent you here."

Phelan stared at her for a moment, trying to figure out where she was going with this, but failing. So he did what he always did; he smiled charmingly and asked, "Oh? Why is that then?"

"You are an incorrigible flirt," she said grinning.

Phelan laughed. "Why thank you!" he said, bowing deeply. Rising again to his full height, he grinned. "But it's easy when the subject is so stunningly lovely."

She smiled and shook her head. "Well on that note I should be getting back. This was a most interesting day."

"It has been," he agreed. "I can walk you back if you like," he offered. It was just the way he had been raised, to be a gentleman. His mother would find a way out here to box his ears if he didn't at least make the offer. Yes, the woman before him was a Union officer, but she was also a lady. "Or if you prefer not, I will respect that as well," he added respectfully.

She smiled, "I have someone to see before I go back. But perhaps lunch another time."

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