Diplomatic Relations (Backpost, Part 2)

Posted on Fri Dec 27th, 2024 @ 1:29am by Commander Elisabeth Churchill & Lieutenant Karen Kujo 'Union Jane' & Ensign Olivia Prescott
Edited on on Fri Dec 27th, 2024 @ 1:29am

1,292 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Captains and Contraband
Location: Churchill Quarters
Timeline: After 'Diplomatic Relations (Backpost, Part 1)'

Previously, on Star Trek: Myogi:

"Mum, my pardons, but that was one of the issues in my message to you. I don't have a schedule for myself or others, because I have yet to be approved to your staff by you." Olivia's arms were finally starting to get tired of holding the tray, but she decided to grit her teeth and bear the aches in the arm, "If it would be more convenient for you, however, we can discuss this a bit later, then we can also discuss the reasoning that caused me to be assigned here? I can make biscuits and tea if you'd be interested in that at that time?"

"Izzy, is that breakfast I smell?" Karen called out from the bedroom. "Mmm... Breakfast sounds could; could you save me some, please?"

Well, so much for sleep... Elisabeth thought

And now, the continuation:

"My dear Ensign, it's not the 2370s anymore." She said. "If you are on this ship, then you should have access to that stuff automatically, and should have had it when I signed off your personnel transfer. The fact that you don't have the access leads me to believe your assignment was not completed from the other end, so you're going to need to get in contact with your boss from your most recent assignment, or the Academy" She added in the mention of the Academy because most who held Olivia's rank were fresh out. "And inform them that you don't seem to be properly assigned."

After throwing the book at the Ensign, Elisabeth's face turned into one of compassion.

"Unfortunately, stuff like this happens from time to time." Elisabeth continued. "Bugs in the system like to throw things out of wonk... And, since you've gone through the effort of making all of that, I'd hate for you to have to waste it and then do it all over again at 0900."

Elisabeth stepped aside and beckoned for Olivia to come in.

"Computer, lights!" She called out.

The computer beeped in acknowledgement, and the quarters' common area illuminated.

"Though, word of advice for next time;" She said, having been smelling the tea for the past few minutes. "I'm more of a rosehip drinker than an earl grey drinker."

"Ow; ow, ow, ow..." Karen could be heard groaning. "Too bright... maybe give me some warning next time, Izzy?"

"I'll be back in a minute." Elisabeth said as she made her way back towards the bedroom. "To brush me own bloody hair and get dressed..."

"I'll remember about the tea for next time, mum." Olivia swept in after the doorway was clear and began to set up the contents of tray on the table. Hopefully the two of them were lighter eaters, since she hadn't been aware of the second presence. Again, something else she'd keep in mind for the next time. "And I'll contact Lieutenant Abernathy on the Mountbatten to make sure he processed everything right."

The Ensign spotted Karen coming out of the bedroom and gave a bright beaming smile to her, "Good morning, ma'am, I'm Ensign Olivia Prescott, Commander Churchill's new Aide. I do apologize for the interruption, I genuinely wasn't aware of the situation and made some assumptions that were apparently wrong. What sort of tea do you like, for future breakfasts. I'm not sure she realizes, but I do intend to bring the Commander breakfast each morning along with the morning briefing papers." She said the last in a low voice.

Karen's face lit up. "Izzy, you got us a maid?!"

Olivia sighed heavily, "I am not a maid, ma'am," Her just South-of-London accent coming true, "I am a diplomatic aide, assigned here to make sure that the Commander is up to date with all of the local diplomatic information and the big picture across the Federation. Also to ensure that she's presentable whenever she has to attend a function or event. I'm actually a fashion designer and can create outfits from scratch when needed." She gestured to her own purple dress as she took a step back from the table, "But I am not, nor will I be, a maid."

"Ooh? You design outfits?" Karen practically squealed. "Can you design me a cute French maid outfit so Izzy and I can do maid play the next time that we-?!"

"You know I can still hear you out there, right?" Elisabeth called from the bedroom as she was fastening her corset.

"I'm here to support the Commander, ma'am, not indulge the fantasies of everyone aboard the ship." Olivia smiled, giving a nod meant only for Karen that yes, she could, even as she took mental measurements for that outfit.

"Yay- I mean, darn!" Karen giggled.

Finally, Elisabeth emerged from the bedroom fully clothed. She had chosen a simpler selection from her wardrobe, as anything too elaborate would've been too time-consuming. On her way out, she also grabbed the Andrea Doria's rolled up deck plans, which had been unceremoniously discarded in the corner the previous night. Since she had some time before she officially went on duty, Elisabeth figured that after breakfast, she'd take some time and continue modelling the old ocean liner.

"Right, that's more like it..." Elisabeth muttered as she went to set the rolled up deck plans on the coffee table before joining Karen and Olivia at the dining table. "So, what've we got?"

"Eggs over easy, bacon, bangers, right along with grilled tomatos, mushroom, fried onions, plenty of toast and marmalade along with earl grey tea, which I'll remember to switch out for a lovely rosehip." Olivia swept the cloture off of the fully loaded plate, "Miss Karen, do you have any drinks preferences?"

"Well, I do fancy me a broon every now and then..." Karen smirked.

"Isn't it a bit early for that, Carrie?" Elisabeth suggested.

Karen threw her head back in cackled. "It's alright, I'll have myself some Waitrose-brand worrange Juice."

"Not sure if even the replicator can make up a particular brand of orange juice, Miss Karen, but I can certainly put together something for tomorrow morning, if that's all right? I do have a recipe that can make fresh-squeezed orange juice a touch better."

Karen's face lit up at the prospect. "Oooh~ is that really something you can do?"

"Ma'am, there isn't much I can't do." Olivia shrugged, "I've been exquisitely trained to support a diplomatic detachment and I was raised among the upper crust in England. Protocol, etiquette and grace are a part of my blood. Cooking just happens to be a hobby of mine, plus I inherited my great-grandmother's recipe book."

"Well, there are certainly stranger things one could inherit." Elisabeth admitted. "I'm set to inherit my dad's yacht, believe it or not. Though I intend on getting rid of that thing at the earliest opportunity..."

"Your fatha has a yacht?" Karen gasped. "My fatha doesn't have a yacht!"

"If you want it when it comes time for me to inherit it, you're more than welcome to have it." Elisabeth responded. "I'd rather not because I get soo seasick on that thing..."

“I’ve found that for sea sickness that some peppermint tea or even a good spot of biscuits work wonders, but you need to catch it early before it gets too bad so you can keep it down.” Olivia pointed out, standing back as the two women were eating, “I’ve been yachting a couple of times and I’d even dab some peppermint oil just below the nose, it does help significantly.”

To be continued...

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