Clean, Unpack and Repeat

Posted on Friday, 12 June 2020 - 12:07pm by

Mission: Operation: Iktomi
Location: USS Standing Bear | Crew Quarters
Timeline: 2393 - MD01

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Tilian entered his quarters and looked around. All his things were brought in and just unceremoniously dumped in the middle of the room. He’d requested them against the wall but obviously nobody seemed to listen to it.

Sighing he pushed all the boxes and bags into the spare bedroom of a double quarters section. Soral had ensured that he had quarters set for two but he would not have a roommate. The spare sleeping area would be his office because he was sealing with sensitive information.

Looking around Tilian picked up his green bag, pulled out the cleaners and started cleaning from top to bottom. Four hours later he had scrubbed the bathroom, the common living and dinning area, the room that would be his bedroom and the room that would be his office. Soral had seen to it that he had a desk and a computer terminal was due to be installed tomorrow.

“Alright! Time for lunch,” he said. He washed his hands, replicated a sandwich and then set to work eating his lunch as he always did with speed and efficiency. There was something so wonderful about moving to a new ship and about packing and unpacking. He grinned. This was his favourite part.

Picking up the small bin he headed to the bathroom. There he laid out his items with care. He cut precise liners to cover the medicine cabinet then put his shaving items on the fist shelf, teeth cleaning items on the second shelf, and a miscellaneous shelf to hold first aid and other such items. He could afford it, he had space.

The shower area he lined with a bathmat that was blue to prevent slipping it was a sonic shower but still the mat would make it feel a little less sterile. He added a fuzzy rug on the floor and the drawers he loaded with face towels and other items he might need.

Once satisfied he moved into the bedroom. There it was easy. The biggest crate was for the bedroom. He replaced the standard issue sheets with his own higher thread count, sheets that would not irritate his skin. He hung fourteen uniforms and seven pairs of shined work shoes. He put three running shoes all the same and seven outfits for the gym all the same. He had seven off duty outfits and once everything was hung he worked on filling the chest drawers with his shirts and socks and other items not able to be hung.

Looking around he set up his nightstand to hold his favourite glass, his book, and an image of his hero, Captain Pike. He filled the drawers with what he would need and then looked around satisfied that all was well. He had an extra day so tomorrow he would make the common area his own with a few touches. He would have the basket by the door he figured. There he would remove his shoes at the end of each day and dump them in the basket where at the end of each week he would shine all seven pairs.

He was satisfied. His life was routine and had a rhythm to it that was soothing. He wasn’t a fan of change at all but knowing that his life outside of work left very little room for change was soothing.

He had just enough time to have dinner and then he would be in bed early and reading. He’d picked up a new book that he was dying to start. Tomorrow he’d go to the station for a few more things and then he’d settle in for the long haul.

Tomorrow was another day.

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