Post by lorkney on Apr 13, 2010 11:31:18 GMT -5
Star Date: 86185.2
Personnel: Lt Cmdr Laurel F. Orkney
Location: USS Varina
Title of Log: Appearance is everything
Hopefully I am not now involved in a bit of a scandal. Last night Nehawyn and Werner paid a visit to the Varina. After our conference about Ensign Xoeni, we moved on to more mundane matters about birthdays and the like.
And then who should walk in but Admiral Mathias – in a very casual outfit.
“Here for a surprise inspection,” I asked. I am smooth as the Appalachians, I am.
I won’t record for prosperity in my own personal log the sad conversation that followed. We acted like two kids caught on the river bank in the middle of the night under a blanket. And to protest our innocence, which of course it was, would only make it look like we were guilty of something.
I’m sure the Nehawyn and Werner read a bit more into our casualness with each other then they should have. And perhaps it will produce a camp rumor. Camp rumors, like camp fires, can be hard to stamp out if they get out of control.
I really hope that this little mishap won’t jeopardize Mathias’s position as our fleet Admiral. Nor our friendship. We’ve seen a lot, having started out assigned to another fleet together. I never anticipated he’d not only transfer to my new one and then become my Admiral. Protocol dictates that I keep a certain distance. And he has to be careful not to show any favoritism.
Well this protocol applies, it would seem, unless you happen to be Dellensari. Hmmm, perhaps I should just paint myself purple and be done with it. It works for her so well.
Nah, purple and red would clash badly. I could never pull it off.
Oh well, I guess I need to be a bit more formal.
Fleet politics suck.
Personnel: Lt Cmdr Laurel F. Orkney
Location: USS Varina
Title of Log: Appearance is everything
Hopefully I am not now involved in a bit of a scandal. Last night Nehawyn and Werner paid a visit to the Varina. After our conference about Ensign Xoeni, we moved on to more mundane matters about birthdays and the like.
And then who should walk in but Admiral Mathias – in a very casual outfit.
“Here for a surprise inspection,” I asked. I am smooth as the Appalachians, I am.
I won’t record for prosperity in my own personal log the sad conversation that followed. We acted like two kids caught on the river bank in the middle of the night under a blanket. And to protest our innocence, which of course it was, would only make it look like we were guilty of something.
I’m sure the Nehawyn and Werner read a bit more into our casualness with each other then they should have. And perhaps it will produce a camp rumor. Camp rumors, like camp fires, can be hard to stamp out if they get out of control.
I really hope that this little mishap won’t jeopardize Mathias’s position as our fleet Admiral. Nor our friendship. We’ve seen a lot, having started out assigned to another fleet together. I never anticipated he’d not only transfer to my new one and then become my Admiral. Protocol dictates that I keep a certain distance. And he has to be careful not to show any favoritism.
Well this protocol applies, it would seem, unless you happen to be Dellensari. Hmmm, perhaps I should just paint myself purple and be done with it. It works for her so well.
Nah, purple and red would clash badly. I could never pull it off.
Oh well, I guess I need to be a bit more formal.
Fleet politics suck.