Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 18:23:50 GMT -8
Mark stood back and admired his work. When he had arrived on the ship, he had headed on to his quarters so he could get them in order. He hadn't even went and seen his new CMO yet--not that he had had an official reason, beyond common courtesy. His first duty shift wasn't until first shift tomorrow, and he would make introductions then. Until then, he'd focus on getting his living situation in order. He had always felt that it was important to have a place to call home--a place where you didn't have to necessarily worry about states of clothing beyond halfways decent and didn't have to bother with courtesies and ceremonies.
So to make his quarters his own, he had put up a few holocubes in his personal area of the quarters. Naturally, the first one up had been from his home rodeo company. He had done some bull and saddlebronc riding as a younger man, and had loved it. Having to leave it behind had easily been his least favorite part of joining Starfleet. He had managed to somewhat rectify that, though, by creating a bull riding holoprogram that he enjoyed whenever he felt the need to scratch his itch. Smiling to himself, he glanced over the rest of his quarters. Naturally, he had laid out his South Carolina flag blanket across his bed. He was a homegrown, sweet tea and biscuit-fed Carolina boy, and he loved his home state.
On his desk, he had set several holopictures of his family--his parents, his little sister and his little brother. His granddaddy, and his Pops. His folks were important to him--more so than he was to himself. He had always been taught that a man's family were the most important thing in a man's life.
Taking a final look over his walls and desk, he nodded. Satisfied with the state of his quarters, he decided to go meet his roommate. After all, one had to have friends so far from home. Exiting his room, he stepped into the common area.
TAG: @nicholas, Any
So to make his quarters his own, he had put up a few holocubes in his personal area of the quarters. Naturally, the first one up had been from his home rodeo company. He had done some bull and saddlebronc riding as a younger man, and had loved it. Having to leave it behind had easily been his least favorite part of joining Starfleet. He had managed to somewhat rectify that, though, by creating a bull riding holoprogram that he enjoyed whenever he felt the need to scratch his itch. Smiling to himself, he glanced over the rest of his quarters. Naturally, he had laid out his South Carolina flag blanket across his bed. He was a homegrown, sweet tea and biscuit-fed Carolina boy, and he loved his home state.
On his desk, he had set several holopictures of his family--his parents, his little sister and his little brother. His granddaddy, and his Pops. His folks were important to him--more so than he was to himself. He had always been taught that a man's family were the most important thing in a man's life.
TAG: @nicholas, Any