Owned part one
Owned: Part One.
Summary: Ramiro and Lex decide to marry after dinner.
Date: 89 ACH
Related Logs: None

It's dinnertime. It's the time that Nico and Dane had agreed to meet after the morning. Only sorta hoping that Nico didn't misplace his prayer beads, Ramiro steps into line to wait for whatever's getting slopped onto a plate tonight. He refuses to admit he actually is getting used to the cafeteria food.

It's an art, you know, eating food without really taking the time to taste it. The blonde ponytail of one PFC Nico Lex is visible about a dozen people down the chow line as a large marine moves out of the way. "Touch that spoon and you'll lose a hand." She defends the contents of her tray against interlopers, including the marine behind her in line. "I know where you sleep." She continues on down, picks a drink, and turns to survey the room for a place to sit.

Smiling softly at the display, Dane looks away so that he doesn't look openly approving of bickering in the line. He waits his turn like a good one of the cattle in the stockade. Finally getting a tray, his food, and a drink, he steps out of the line and scans for Lex, heading towards her table.

Lex's blonde head doesn't stand out in the Mess Hall, though she isn't surrounded by a lot of marines. She's in a less populated area of the room on a table, poking at some of her food. A long glance at her wrist wound note the end of the prayer beads sticking just out from under the sleeve. She has a manual beside her, open to a diagram with a bunch of handwritten notes in the corner.

"So…" Dane says, slipping into the chair across from her. Talking quietly, he looks to his food and sets his tray into order before he takes up his fork. "…they haven't burned a hole through your arm yet I suppose this is a very, very good sign." He smiles quietly to her, resting the side of his boot against the side of hers. "How was your shift?"

Lex looks up from her book as a body slides in across from her. Luckily, it turns out to be Ramiro. She might have had to get rude with someone otherwise. Lex has a tempestuous relationship with a couple other members of the Corps. It's a dessert war. "Hey." She grins. "Shut up." She gives his boot a tap with hers. "Sir." That never gets old. "They do keep me busy. Anything that doesn't involve poles is ok with me at this point. I'm sure the euphoria will wear off real soon." She spoons up a bite. "Yours?"

Dane tries to piece through her cryptic words. "What? Poles?" Dane asks, shaking his head a little bit as if he doesn't want to know. Eyeballing his food with his fork as he prepares to decide where to start eating from, he replies to her. "It was a day. I'm getting rushed through OCS which means at the end of the day my mind feels like this food. Paperwork, logs, training prep.."

"I do not envy that." Lex shakes her head, "I like my role just fine. Give me orders, I'm good at them." She commences a moment of silent eating, putting away one little quadrant of food. Efficient. "My favorite thing about paperwork is how flammable it is."

"Ah…well my new favorite thing about paperwork is that if you stare too long at it your brain starts to cry." Dane says very, very quietly. "But training isn't bad. Had a class at the MOUT today with third squad. I actually like it. Who knows, maybe we'll get some recruits around her to turn out." He looks to her, taking a bite of his food. "So…wanna go grab Melia after dinner?"

"I hope you like filling crap out in triplicate." It almost sounds like there's a little amusement there on Dane's behalf. It could be Lex is amused at his expense. A little smile lingers on her lips as they speak, and she eats. She glances over at the last question, "Her ass? She might like that, then feel guilty about it."

"Well…no…that would be…" He blinks. "…simply wrong. I meant grab her as a witness." He says to her and then takes a few more bites of his food. Swallowing his food, he looks back up to her with a slightly lifted eyebrow. "Melia's pretty innocent, Nico…"

"I told her we broke a storage shelf, and she got this look on her face…" The blonde grins. "I know I'm gonna have to have a few detailed conversations with her about," she lifts her spoon. "The way things work." Bite. After she swallows, she notes, "She'll be okay." Pause. "Witness? You want to do it tonight?"

Dane blinks, his cheeks turn red. "You told her about that?" He blinks, part of him slightly mortified. He starts to slow down a little bit and he takes up his glass of iced water and sips from it. "Yeah…" He pauses. "…why, you wanna wait?"

"No details. I didn't want to—" Lex laughs! She points her spoon at Ramiro. "She made a similar face." She hunches down over the table a little, and reaches for her drink, trying to keep the laughter from bubbling up loudly enough to interrupt the concentration of the hungry soldiers nearby. "We can do it tonight," Lex still chuckles. "Just every time we try to plan, something comes up. Maybe we need to ambush the chapel."

"Well that's what I was thinking. I know that Brother Karan would probably want a longer ceremony of the sorts, but I believe he'd understand a wartime fast one only if we promise to allow him to perform the rites seperately later." He speaks quietly. "Unless you'd rather get someone in command to do it and then hit up Brother Karan later…"

Lex finishes up her tray of food, and sets down her utensil. She picks up her drink. "Can he do a short version? I'm all for that." She slides her tray to the side, and rests her arm on the table. She studies Dane's eyes for a long moment. "Are you ready? It comes with paperwork…"

"…that you will have to do all of." Dane replies with a little smile. Taking the last bite of his food, he sets his tray next to hers. "I'm not going to be the only one that does paperwork in this family, you realize this right? I don't want to be that guy."

"Oh, fine. Shovel the paperwork off on me." Lex shakes her head and finishes her drink. "If I gotta to paperwork, you're going to have to learn about laundering women's clothes." Oh, she went there. "Do you know how to sort by color and type?"

"Color is simple." Dane shrugs. "But type? How many types do you have? You've got one or two different outfits you have when you go on leave." He lowers his voice. "Unless you're talkin…other stuff."

"Hand washing, Dane." Lex nods solemnly. "Hand. Washing." She very clearly means 'other things'. "I have a couple other things you haven't seen. I don't wear them on leave, because that would be cruel for the boys in the bar. I'm seeing someone, you know."

"Well that doesn't mean you still can't wear em for me…" Dane says very, very quietly. "Hand washing? So you want me to hand wash your clothes too, huh? You know before we do this, you should probably be forewarned that I don't go to bed without backrubs…"

Lex's fingernails drum very lightly on the table. She leans in sightly as Ramiro ups the ante. "I could wear them for you. Sure. You have that with backrubs? Wow, you know, I just can't seem to nod off without foot rubs. And I think I'm going to have to ask you to kiss me every day before duty, but after you brush your teeth. Morning funk is not my favorite thing."

"I don't think you'll have to ask at all…" Dane says, rising and looking towards the door. "Let's go grab brother Karan. You go grab Melia and someone else?" He asks, and then disposes of their trays before heading off down the hall.

Sickbay Genesis - Deck 13
88 ACH 23817 Souls

The medical facility is large enough to hold a few dozen beds. Each bed is set with a curtain for privacy, a chair near the bed and any monitoring or medical aids needed. A nurses desk sits at the front near the hatch and a surgery area, Medical Officers area and supplies are on the far wall behind the desk. Nurses, doctors and medics man this area at any time day or night. Visiting hours are usually kept to the day and evening schedules, unless stated otherwise by medical staff.
----< Condition Three - Duty Area >----—-


It's quiet in sickbay tonight, except for the PO3 bouncing about, taking care of beds and making them a bit more to -her- high standards.

Dane steps in quietly and heads over towards Melia. He's got a bit smile on his face. "Hey…Melia? I heard Brother Karan came down around this way…" He pauses. "…you seen him?"

Melia looks over her shoulder and smiles a bit. "Nope," she replies. "But I just came back form being out on an errand," she tells him, head tilting to the side. "Besides, you know we can't mention who's been in here."

"Damn…" Dane apparently forgot that one little detail. "I'm trying to track Brother Karan down because Lex and I want to sign the marriage license while it's peaceful around here…" He pauses, looking to her. "How soon can you be off of shift?"

Mellie cocks her head to the side. "I was off ten minutes ago," she admits, smile wry. "But I've been trying to make up for having been gone an extra couple days."

Dane grins to her and then nudges his head in the direction of Zaharis' office. "Is Major Zaharis in? I was going to ask him if he'd want to be present as well, pending that I can find the guy…perhaps I should try the wireless."

Melia glances toward the door then back to Dane. "I honestly don't know. Given how late he's been working, he probably -is- in there."

"I heard a rumor…" Dane pauses, looking to the door. He then turns and stops at the door. Knocking on it quietly, he looks back to Melia. "I've got Nico running around looking for you, so she'll probably be here in a few."

You knock on the door to CMOs Office.

Melia chuckles softly and nods. "I'll see her when she gets here, then. I was planning on tracking her down tomorrow." She was? Uhoh.

"Oh yeah?" Dane asks, looking back to Melia. "What for?" He pauses, face smirking a little as there's no answer from the door. He turns his back to it and sighs. How hard is a Brother to find on a ship, really.

"Oh, nothing much," she says, though ends up blushing furiously. The bed she was working on definitely needs more attention.

"Ah…one of those things that I should just nod and look the other way right?" He smiles. "You know…I'm really glad to see you back. I never doubted that you'd all come home."

Melia laughs softly and shakes her head. "Trust me, Dane, you really, really don't want to know." There's a grin on her face from ear to ear. "Girl stuff. And it's good to be home. Nico took good care of me."

Dane looks to Melia and then starts towards the door. "I'll go check a few other places. I think Lex is down by the chapel if you wanna go chat with her…" He pauses, leaving the Sickbay.

CMO's Quarters Genesis - Deck 13
88 ACH 23817 Souls

The quarters of the Chief Medical Officer are a spacious area, with large inset bookshelves holding Medical Texts, Biological works, and papers on advanced surgical procedures. A table surrounded by chairs is in the main section of the room, ashtrays on the table rest beside a few open books. A small personal head is located off the main room through a doorway. A rack and bed is set into a wall, neatly made. In the rear of the quarters is a desk with a locked file cabinet behind it and chairs placed in front of the desk, while behind it is a nice chair with lower back support. A computer terminal is on the desk with a number of security protocols on it to prevent unauthorized access.
----< Condition Three - Duty Area >----—-

Karan is half-perched on the table in the centre of the room, Zaharis seated in a chair and smoking. The priest has his arms hugged around a book, and turns to see who's at the door.

Between Zaharis and Karan, on the table, is a ginkgo plant in a little pot that's currently basking in the light of a small lamp. The CMO's just turned his chair to call permission towards the door, twisting to see who the new visitor is.

Leaning his head in, Dane looks inside and finds the two of them. Blinking, he smiles quietly. "Brother, Major…I'm sorry if I'm interrupting. I was actually trying to track both of you down." He pauses. "You…got a moment?"

Karan makes a little sound that sounds like a sigh, and probably is. It's not terribly loud, but it does sound faintly unhappy. "What can I help you with, Ensign?" He's not quite frowning. Yet.

Zaharis' quarters are full of surprise visits tonight. He gives Ramiro a friendly smile, rocking the chair with his foot. "What's up, Ensign?" off-duty, kicked back.

"Oh I was just…" He pauses, frowing a little at the sigh. "…just actually trying to track down the necessary people. It's peaceful right now in the fleet and Nico and I were thinking that we should sign the paperwork and take the oaths now and then…blessings later." He pauses, looking to Karan. "I'll…" He pauses, starting to close the door. "…figure something else out."

"Come back here, Ensign." Ensign this, Ensign that. Poor Ramiro.

"Oh, are you doing that tonight?" Zaharis raises his brows, glancing at Karan and then back to Ramiro. He has no idea how the process is supposed to work, so it's all cheery for him. "I'd be glad to. Whatever you need me for."

"I'm sill here…" Dane says, he was closing the door, it wasn't closed yet. Opening the door again, he steps inside, nodding to both of them. "Sir…" He addresses them both "Well…we were just eating dinner and were talking about it, and with how things tend to go up and down, we've made our decision and there's really no time guarantee on quiet evenings."

If Zaharis is cheery, the chaplain is ever so slightly sullen. Which is nothing particularly out of the ordinary, really. "I understand," he replies, after Dane's finished speaking. His expression softens, a little. "If you can give me.. twenty minutes, I can meet you both down in the chapel?" There's a brief glance toward the CMO, as if to let the man add his own piece.

"Yeah, let me throw my blues on and I'll meet you both down there as well." Zaharis rolls to his feet, the chair's spring making a soft sound. "Chapel?" That's what karan said, but he looks at Ramiro to check.

Dane seems rather surprised. He was expecting as he was closing the door have to figure some other time. He smiles. "Yeah, definitely. I'm going to run and get another witness and then head down that way." He grins. "I'll see you both there.." He turns and opens the door, preparing to rush out.

Karan watches the marine dash back out with a tiny smile, then turns eventually and nods to Zaharis. "Thank you, sir," he murmurs, apropos of seemingly nothing. Book collected, he slides off the table and turns to make his own way out, not too far after Ramiro.

Zaharis lets Ramiro run off, turning to open up his closet. "You too, Lieutenant." He pulls down his Officer Suit (tm), hanging it on the metal rail above his bed.

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