New Digs

CSCSS Nomad > B Deck
"Sestero. Please escort Ms. Maciel to her suite." Yoshida directed.

"With pleasure, sir," smiled Sestero, the three of them, along with Ghost, continued down the hall, leaving the crew to find their bunks.

The Captain continued down the hall to his room and Sestero motioned the corporate rep to turn toward the aft of the ship and down the corridor.

Captain Yoshida entered his private quarters and set his helmet and gifted katana down on the bed, before kneeling down and helping Ghost out of his doggy EVA suit. He had to get his personal effects in order and look over his itinerary, before getting the crew together at lunch to brief them on their details of their first mission.

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The Corporate Rep and the Engineer reached a door on the lateral side of the ship and Sestero stopped.

"Your key, Miss," Sestero said with a smile, handing over her security access card stamped with the Blackwood-Mori Corporate logo. Then he hung back a second and scratched a nervous eyebrow with his thumb, "Say, if ya ever need some company... you know where to find me."

"Thank you, Mr. Sestero, but I'm sure I'll be quite alright for the time being." Maciel continued to the door and inserted the key card into the reader, a light flashed green and in she went. Almost forgetting that Sestero was there she started to wander around the suite. She was impressed, it felt like every Christmas rolled into one. "Emilia, Kenji - thank you," she said quietly to herself, echoing what she had said at the launch.

He had been one of the few who had already seen the luxurious and spacious interior of the Blackwood-Mori corporate suite, but that was only partly the reason he was interested in inviting himself over.

True, Sestero was being forward, but it was obvious from his jovial nature that he was not trying to come off as creepy. Charm, however, can be a delicate thing, and doesn’t always come off as intended. He showed a genuine interest in Ms Maciel, in spite of his nature to disdain the ‘corporate types’. She didn’t seem spoken for, and life was short. What could he say? The man was an opportunist. Besides, it was nice to have friends in high places.

“Yeah, alright…”
He gave a nod and shrug that read, ’Can’t blame a guy for askin’.’

“Enjoy the new digs, Miss.” With his hands in his flightsuit’s pockets, Sestero grinned, and turned away internally kicking himself in slight embarrassment.

‘Ah, what the hell. Worth a shot.’

She could see that she had offended him, quickly she stopped him. "Mr. Sestero don't take it personally, it's not you. I'm just not that kind of person, I'd be more than happy to have any member of crew up here for a good chat or a game of something. I'm just not romantic." She had said enough. Elisabet realised that she had a knack for saying things incorrectly, or coming off as rude when she didn't mean to.

“No, none taken,” Sestero said, assuring he wasn’t offended. He just felt like he pulled the typical idiot move. “But what’s that mean, not romantic? You don’t see yourself as a romantic type or uh… you don’t date?“

"Not anything really, it does nothing for me: sex, relationships, love. I've got all I need in life," she explained, essentially the point she was trying to get across was that she was asexual, she had no drive for that kind of thing. "I know some others on the ship are bound to try it on too. Space travel can be lonely, I get that. But maybe you could pass on the word for me? Make it known before any of them embarrass themselves or worse waste my time."

“Wow!” said Calvin Sestero, taken aback by the revelation, “Huh… None at all… Well, to each her own I guess. But you said it, sister. Space DOES get lonely. But uh… yeah, I’ll pass along the message.”

With that, he turned and walked away, part baffled and part envious of the complete non-necessity for a central section of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs.

‘Man, how did I miss that one? I’d have better chances with the mannequin!’ He thought to himself, referring to the ship’s synthetic assistant.

Once Sestero was gone Elisabet got back to it. God bless Blackwood-Mori, that was the first thought that came to Elisabet's head. It was everything she could have and wanted and more, the furniture looked comfortable and stylish. All the minimalist colours felt like they perfectly complemented each other, whilst not clashing with the rest of the ship's interiors.

She jumped like a ragdoll on the bed, allowing her limbs to sprawl across the blanket. This was her happy place, she could hide here with a book for hours. Away from all the rest of them. She didn't dislike the crew, in fact it was quite the opposite she had enjoyed drinking with them and getting to know them. But there was something about Elisabet, she enjoyed spending time with herself. Loneliness was a kind of magic to her.

After a short rest she got up and walked over to a stack of documents, all work related of course. She hadn't been brave enough to dive into them quite yet. But she would have plenty of time, there was nothing to suggest that the Nomad's trip would be short and she was in for the long run. She picked up the document at the top of the pile, it was marked: CSCSS Nomad Personnel. What most would probably expect to carry the juicy bits of information on board was instead rather boring, nothing more that assigned employee numbers and very basic information. The kind of thing you could get from electoral information. Quickly she placed it back and let out a long tired sigh, the bed was calling to her. Just a few more minutes would be all she needed. "I doubt anyone will realise," Maciel said to herself. The bed and won and in seconds she was back in the comfort of it. She closed her eyes and just like that everything went dark.