Season 2, Episode 3: Foxes and Henhouses
Location: Claire's Quarters
The box fell to the floor with a thud. "Ugh," Claire groaned. "I should never have assumed that room would just stay open," she chided herself. A few months ago, she'd made the short sighted decision to store a bunch of her things in the unoccupied bedroom in her quarters. That decision had now come back to bite her. She apparently was getting a roommate, and that meant she needed to move all the stuff that shouldn't have been there in the first place.
She'd rushed back to her quarters after duty, changed into a t-shirt and shorts, and begun lugging the boxes. She'd just barely moved them all out before she heard a chime at the door. "Come in!"
Thyra walked in with a big smile on her face. "Hey there roomie, I am Thyra Sh'shraaqir, you're new roommate. You must be Claire Lafayette" She put the stuff she was holding down and held out her hand to shake Claire's hand. She pointed with her other hand over her shoulder. "I got a little help, if you don't mind." Four male petty officers, most likely from the station, came in with with some boxes and an easel. "Where can I put my stuff?"
Claire watched as the former silence was suddenly consumed by the sound of 5 people descending upon her quarters. She shook the young woman’s hand in a bit of a daze. “Yeah, I’m Claire. Your room is through there, so you can just take that stuff through and into your bedroom.”
Thyra turned to the men. "Ok, boys, just put it in there!" She pointed to the room. "I'll take care of it. And say good bye to the nice lady when you leave." She meant Claire when she said that last part. The men put the stuff in Thyra's bedroom and then greeted Claire on their way out. The doors closed behind them and the rest returned in the room.
Thyra had now walked in to her new bedroom and ruffled through one of the boxes, and came back with a bottle of orange drink and two glasses. "Thirsty?" She asked as she poured them each a glass. "Don't worry, it's just a mixture of juices. I bought a bottle on the base. I thought I could drink it with my new roommate." She put the glasses on the table and then bottle next to it. "Sorry about the boys, they wanted to help me with my stuff, I couldn't reject that now could I." She sat down on the couch. "Now come sit, let's have a talk."
Claire smiled amused, walking over to the couch and bringing the strange orange drink that her roommate had just provided. "Sure, I'll give your weird orange drink a try." She plopped down next to Thyra, studying her expression. The Andorian seemed to have an interesting wit about her. "Well first off, welcome to Les Chambres de Lafayette." Claire made a dramatic gesture, mimicking her grandfather's thick accent.
"French," Thyra said, "I like that." She held up her drink, "Thank you for that welcome, Merci bien," She said in her worst french accent she had. She laughed. "To Roomies and the Lafayettes." She took a sip from her drink. "Very good...very fruity I guess." She grinned, "First time I had it myself. Suppose to be Orange, pineapple, guava and some other sweet fruity stuff. Tastes good actually."
"It does. Very fruity is the best description I can come up with," Claire laughed. "So you're new to Defiant, huh?"
"Yes, I am." Thyra smiled and looked to Claire. "So, what do you do on the Defiant? Anything fun?"
"Science Officer. I do a lot of functions but mostly stellar cartography. So I get to point the fancy sensors at the pretty things. The massive holo-screen doesn't hurt either," Claire laughed. "What about you?"
"Communications," She simply said. "So I'll be the one talking to people on and off the ship." She grinned. "And I be the one that puts outside communications on the screen."
“Oh nice! Well, you’ll be on the bridge a bit more often than me. I’m only their when the Science Chief isn’t,” Claire said. “So I’ll be relying on you for all the good gossip movin forward.”
Thyra grinned and said, "Of course, with pleasure." She picked up the bottle of juice. "How about a refill?" She looked from the bottle to Claire as she waited for an answer.
"Sure, why not," Claire smiled, offering her glass for a refill. "So, shall we get you moved in?"
Thyra filled the glasses up and then put the bottle. "Sure," She got up. I don't really have that much stuff." She grinned. "But I am guessing someone is curious I brought with." She got up, "Let's go check it out." She walked to the bedroom that was now going to be hers.