Who You Share It With

Posted on Thu Jan 1st, 2026 @ 3:11pm by Lieutenant JG Theodor Wishmore & Ensign Davis Bryad & Ensign Leovinus & Ensign Scraliontis & Ensign Brobostigan

Mission: Port of Call
Location: Deck 5, Junior Crew Quarters 5-11
Timeline: Mission Day 14 at 2000

The door slid open—and stopped halfway with a dull thunk.

Theo frowned, leaned his shoulder in, and managed to push it the rest of the way until he could slip sideways through the gap. He had expected a modest junior officer’s common room. Something compact, but functional. A couch, a table, maybe a desk.

What he found instead was crates.

Crates everywhere.

One sat on the low table. Another blocked half the couch. Two more created a kind of improvised barricade between the common area and the bunks, forcing him to step awkwardly over the corner of one just to get further inside. And three more were lined neatly against the wall like obedient but judgmental sentries.

The labels were unmistakably his handwriting.

WISHMORE, T.T. — PERSONAL EFFECTS
FRAGILE
ARCHIVAL
MEDICAL: HISTORICAL – DO NOT STACK

That last one was, of course, stacked.

Theo exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. He had… he had certainly not pictured the room being this narrow. Or the crates being quite this numerous. Or the cargo team taking the “place all personal items in assigned quarters” order so literally.

He took a tentative step toward the bunks, only to stop when he realized that one entire crate was sitting directly in front of the berth he assumed was his.

“…Right,” he murmured to himself. “So this is… manageable.”

It wasn’t.
Not yet.

But the room was empty — mercifully, blessedly empty — and for one hopeful moment he clung to the fantasy that perhaps, somehow, he had been assigned the entire space to himself.

Or, more realistically, that he could at least clear the common area before the other three officers discovered just how much he’d packed for this assignment.

Theo rolled up his sleeves, bracing both hands on the nearest crate.

“I can work with this,” he whispered, with the optimistic confidence of a man who absolutely could not.

He’d barely shifted the box an inch when the door behind him chirped.

Someone else’s entry code had just been accepted.

"Give it to me, Bo!" Leovinus complained again, pouting by their shared quarters' door as Brobostigan hoarded the real alcohol that he'd managed to sneak aboard Sojourner. Leo's arms were rigid at his sides, shaking with fury. Not that real alcohol wasn't against the rules, but it was frowned upon.

Scraliontis and Brobostigan glanced at each other for a moment. Their laughter pressed against their shared quarters' door, and the fourth officer probably knew they were outside by now. As it was late. Leo glared daggers at his brothers. "I will when we are inside, Leo, calm down," Brobostigan barely got out between laughs.

Scraliontis was the one who entered his code to the door. "Stop pouting, you'll get some in a bit! We have to unpack. Thanks to the lords that we travel light," he told them as he looked at their two duffel bags each, though Leo had a backpack on. It was half his back's size and full of his tools.

"Yeah yeah, well get in already." Leo began to push Brobostigan, who just barely managed to turn around in time to push Scraliontis into their shared quarters as the door opened.

"Hey!" Scraliontis protested and a few steps inside collided with a crate, knocking it over. Brobostigan fell on top of his brother, and Leo was inside far enough for the door to close.

"Leo!" They both called back full of annoyance as they glared up at their brother, but only for a moment before they all examined the room full of crates. "Whoa, own enough?" Brobostigan muttered as the two fallen Jelna Rigellians got to their feet.

"Well, watch where you are going," Leo snapped back, half-heartedly, as he glanced around. All three found the fourth officer of their shared quarters; after a brief stare, Scraliontis weaved through the crates to approach. "Hello, looks like we are roommates," he noticed the rank on the other officer. "Lieutenant sir," Scral gave a quick salute.

Brobostigan and Leovinus saluted too after making their way through the crates. "Sir," they both greeted. "I'm Ensign Scraliontis, sciences," he gestured to Leo.

"I'm Ensign Leovinus, engineering," Leo answered.

"I'm Ensign Brobostigan, sciences," Bo added when Scral gestured to his brother.

"Welcome aboard," the three said in unison, they chuckled after they glanced at each other quickly. Truly a triplets' thing to happen.

Theo, still half-crouched over the crate he’d been trying to move, watched the collision unfold like a slow-motion holorecording: Scraliontis stumbling into the box, Brobostigan careening into Scral, Leovinus entering just in time for the door to shut behind them all.

The thud echoed through the narrow room.

Theo blinked once.

“…Are you all right?”
It came out reflexively — the doctor’s instinct overriding the part of his mind currently screaming about the proximity of his fragile, carefully labeled antiques to the floor.

He stood, smoothing the front of his uniform once he was sure none of them were actually injured. Their attention shifted to him, three nearly identical gazes sweeping over the crate maze he had created.

Scraliontis approached first, navigating through the obstacles with far more grace than Theo had managed. Theo straightened automatically at the salute.

“Oh— no, please, you don’t need to—”

Too late.
Three crisp salutes snapped into existence like a synchronized maneuver.

Theo’s mouth twitched — not quite a smile, not quite a grimace — somewhere in the diplomatic space between.

“Lieutenant Junior Grade Theodor Wishmore,” he introduced gently, giving them a small bow of his head rather than returning the salute. “Medical. And… I suppose also the reason you had to climb over my belongings just now.”

A soft exhale escaped him — the sound of a man both embarrassed and resigned to his fate.

“I, ah… may have overestimated how much space we’d have.”

Understatement of the century.

His eyes slid briefly toward Scraliontis’s crate-victim. “I’m very sorry about that one. They’re— well, fragile.”

A brief pause

“…Mostly the contents. The crates themselves seem remarkably sturdy, fortunately for both you and my blood pressure.”

He gestured timidly toward the common area — or what would be the common area, once it was liberated from the wall of boxes.

“I promise I’m working on it. I’ll move the crates out of your way — tonight, if possible. The cargo bay staff already dislike me, so one more trip can’t make it much worse.”

He hesitated, then added with genuine warmth:

“But it’s good to meet you. Really. I’ve heard the science and engineering teams aboard Sojourner are some of the best in the quadrant.”

A small smile appeared, apologetic but earnest.

“And I’ll do my best not to bury you under historical medical equipment again.”

Scraliontis turned to his brothers. "Well, the faster we help, the faster we get to drink," and that was the end of it.

Scral, Leo and Bo began to open the nearby crates to check what was inside. They reported the contents and faced their new roommate with big smiles.

"Tell us where to put these?" It was Bo that asked.

Theo blinked as all three ensigns immediately set to work opening crates. Their efficiency was… startling, but undeniably helpful.

“Ah— thank you,” he managed, stepping aside so they had more room. “I didn’t expect anyone to help with this.”

He glanced around the crowded common area, trying to visualize a path through the chaos. Bo’s question pulled his attention back. Theo gave a small, appreciative nod.

“For now—just set things anywhere they’re not blocking the beds or the bathroom door. I’ll take the rest back to cargo later.”

He paused, a faintly sheepish smile appearing.

“And… thank you again. Really.”

"Did you pick a bedroom, Theo, can we call you Theo?" Scral was tentative in his tone, they were in their shared quarters and all roommates so it was a good idea to see where they stood on the social boundaries while in their shared quarters.

The two doors opposite the main door were the actual bedrooms, and they'd been told that there are two beds per bedroom.

Sadly, the brothers hadn't discussed the whole who'd be with their roommate and who would be in the same bedroom, yet. The other two were moving crates to the wall sections and stacking them neatly.

Theo straightened a little too quickly at Scraliontis’s question, surprise flickering across his face.

“Oh— yes. Theo is fine,” he said, then immediately tripped over his own clarification. “I mean— you can call me Theo. Please do. Most people do. Unless we’re in Sickbay. Or— formal situations. But here it’s fine. Good, even.”

He stopped himself, exhaled once, and tried again with a more controlled nod.

“As for a bedroom… I haven’t picked one yet.”
His gaze bounced between the two open doorways as though they might offer instructions.
“I thought it might be better to wait. Since you three were assigned here before me. And already know the layout. And, well… each other.”

A self-conscious pause.

“Wherever you think I fit best, I’ll make it work.”

His eyes dropped briefly to one of the open crates, embarrassment warming his expression.

“And… thank you. Truly. For helping. I wasn’t expecting—”
He gestured vaguely at the neatly stacked crates, fluster rising again.
“—this level of efficiency.”

A faint, apologetic smile tugged at his mouth.

“I’m grateful. Really.”

Scraliontis grinned as he planted a hand on Wishmore's shoulder. "Theo, take a deep breath," he suggested with a smile.

"Yeah, man, relax." Leo added, as he put a crate down, he crossed over to stand by his brother. "Lighten up," he grinned.

"Please join us for a drink once we are done with this!" Bo offered as he came to Scraliontis' other side. A smile on his face too.

As if on cue the exterior door once again swished open, this time revealing a tall muscular with lightly tanned skin, blue eyes, and short blonde hair carefully styled in a way that screamed I like the way I look in the mirror. He wore the red and black of command that marked him as part of the flight crew, a single ensign's pip affixed to his collar. Next to him a tall redhead with green eyes gaped at the maze of boxes.

Ariadne Tolbert gaped and shot her companion a look. "Uh... I'm gonna leave you here I think..." she said, widening her eyes at Davis Bryad as if she could convey all of the background information she had on the crate owner with a single look before excusing herself with a wave and a mouthed Good luck.

"Umm..." Davis said, picking his way into the room around the boxes. "Hi?"

Theo froze like a cadet caught sneaking into a restricted lab.
Blue eyes. Command red. Impeccably styled hair.
Mistakes were made.

“H—hello,” he managed, voice landing in a higher register than intended. “Welcome. Sorry.”

He gestured weakly at the crates, as though that alone explained the situation — the antique medical museum, the Rigelian wrestling match, the entire disaster.

“These are… ah… mine.” A momentary pause as he glanced once more about the mess “I brought too much. Clearly.”

He tried to stand a little straighter, dignity attempting a comeback.

“Lieutenant Wishmore. Theo.”
A blink.
“Assistant Chief Medical Officer.”

He swallowed once, very quietly.

“And I promise this isn’t… a habit.”

His gaze flicked to the nearest crate, which still bore three underlined FRAGILE labels like judgmental eyebrows.
A tiny, mortified laugh escaped.

“There’s usually a floor.”

"I'm aware of that," Bryad said, picking his way through the boxes toward the middle of the common room. "Considering I've been living here for a while." One perfectly manicured blonde eyebrow crept upward before he remembered himself and stuck out his hand toward Theo. "Ensign Davis Bryad. Helm," He offered by way of introduction. "Ah, I didn't realize today was moving day or I would've come back sooner. Tolbert and I were just coming back from food. Have any of you been to Debbie's yet?"

His expression had shifted as he spoke. The cocky flyboy confidence held, but there was a geniality to it that suggested he was trying, at least, to be welcoming.

Theo startled slightly when the hand appeared in front of him, but recovered enough to take it — carefully navigating around a crate edge to do so.

“Lieutenant Wishmore. Theo,” he offered, tone polite with a faint edge of panic. “Assistant Chief Medical Officer.”

Bryad, unsure what to make of the repeated introduction, blinked before his lips curved into an amused smile. He gripped the other man's hand tightly and shook. For a terrifying moment it looked like he might be tempted to pull the other man in and pound him on the back, but sense apparently took hold and he released Theo's hand.

Theo cleared his throat, eyes flicking once to the wall of crates.

“And — yes. I’m… settling in. A bit more aggressively than planned.”

A tiny, apologetic laugh escaped before he could stop it.

“It’s good to meet you.”

Bryad's eyebrows crept up, though the amused twist of his lips didn't change. "Third time's the charm if you'd like to go another round," he said dryly, commenting on the doctor's double introduction without breaking stride.

Theo winced, just slightly.

“I’ll stop at two,” he said. “Any more than that and it becomes a symptom.”

A beat.

“Of nerves.”

"Don't think I got your names yet," Bryad said then turning to eye the three nearly identical Rigelians. "And... ah... there are three of you." He did a quick count, pointing first to Theo, then himself, and then to the triplets. "We've only got 4 beds though and mine's already made so... ahm..." His eyes widened as he trailed off, apparently waiting to see if someone else might come to his rescue with clarification.

"Ensign Leovinus, engineering, yeah I'm the odd one out, I'm living elsewhere." Leo gave a grin as he offered his hand to Bryad. "I'm just helping my brothers get settled as they already helped me." His tone full of cheer and excitement, mostly for the drink they would open soon. He hoped.

"Ensign Brobostigan and this is Ensign Scraliontis, we are both in sciences," Bo gestured to himself then Scraliontis standing by Wishmore.

"Hi," Scral greeted and gestured to the crates. "If you help us we will share the alcohol we brought," he grinned at Bryad. "And to answer your question, no we haven't been to Debbie's yet but we could go later."

Bryad threaded his way amidst the boxes, giving the three men the same grip crushing hand shake sans back pounding that he had offered to Theo. He murmured the unfamiliar names under his breath with each. It wasn't that they were identical... exactly... but he had a feeling it was going to be a struggle telling them apart for a while. At least in uniform one of them would be in engineering gold marking Leovinus as separate from his brothers who would both be in the blue of sciences. 'Course that wouldn't help for day to day certitude.

He'd start, perhaps, by just making sure he could pronounce their names correctly.

"You'll miss Mo's cooking if we go later, but Debbie's got some good stuff on hand after hours if you're ok with replicators," he informed the group, twisting slightly to include Theo in the comment.

Theo nodded along as the introductions continued, relief visibly settling in when Leovinus clarified his residency status.

“Oh— good,” he said softly, then immediately realized how that might sound.
“I mean— good that everything… fits. Logistically.”

He cleared his throat, trying again.

“There are four bunks. And four of us. So—”
A helpless little gesture toward the crates
“—once these are out of defensive formation, it should all make sense again.”

He pressed his lips together in an earnest, flustered smile.

“And thank you for the offer of help. And… the drink.” He paused for a moment and a breath “That’s very kind.”

"Defensive formation," Leo echoed with laughter, he paused and put two fingers to the bridge of his nose in latent disappointment, mostly in himself. "I don't know why I didn't think of this earlier Theo," he chuckled as their shortened names shared the same sound. "Transporter. Do you need anything from this crates at this moment?"

Both Brobostigan and Scraliontis chuckled at the lack time saving options they could have taken advantage of immediately after introductions finished earlier. "How could you Leo!" Bo accused.

"Oh shut up Bo!" Leo countered, his tantrum stance clearly about to come back.

Scraliontis glanced at Theo so they could get on with it. "Quick before we have a meltdown." He smirked.

Leovinus glared torpedoes at Scraliontis and he knew it but ignored it.

Theo’s eyes widened—just slightly, but enough to betray the spike of alarm the word transporter triggered.

“Oh— no, no, that’s all right,” he said quickly, lifting both hands in a small, placating gesture. “Really. I appreciate the thought, but there are… several items in these crates that don’t tolerate pattern buffers particularly well.”

A pause.

“Or at all.”

Another.

“Some of them predate transporters.”

That probably should not have been said out loud, but here they were.

He softened the refusal with a small, earnest smile.

“I promise I can move them myself. Or we can, if you’re still willing. I just… wouldn’t want anything to degrade or dematerialize unexpectedly.”

His gaze flicked between Scraliontis, Bo, and Leo—apologetic but firm.

“And I’m already deeply grateful for the help you've given. Truly.”

Seeing an opportunity Bryad jumped in. "Is it all the boxes or just some that don't tolerate the transporter?" he asked, barely giving Theo a chance to answer before plowing ahead. "Nevermind. Can you point to the ones you need tonight?" he asked. "We can stack the others against the wall and then you can take them one at a time as you're ready. Rumat won't love sending someone to retrieve crates one at a time though, so we'll have to think something through for that." He paused again, scanning the assembled faces. "For that matter have the three of you figured out which rooms you want? I'm the right hand bunk in that one," he said and pointed to the doorway furthest from the entry and the bathroom.

"Fair warning," Leo jumped in with a smirk. He gestured to his brothers as he turned to Theo and Davis. "These two do tend to be rambuntious; exuberant; boisterous, any of those at any given time, so if I may suggest putting those two in the same room—actually make that most of the time."

Scraliontis grabbed Leovinus by the shirt and glared. "Now see here little brother," even though all three were pretty much the same height, "be careful with your words."

"Oh Scral, its no lie." Bo agreed as he sighed, he watched Scraliontis let Leovinus go and turn to their new friends.

"Don't worry Theo and Dave, can we call you Dave? Or do you have a better nickname you'd like us to use?" Leo inquired with a smirk.

"You and nicknames," Scral sighed nearly just as Brobostigan did earlier.

"Shut up," Leo countered but kept eye contact with Bryad.

Bryad's eyebrow rose, a response on the tip of his tongue but for the amusing scramble of brother talking over brother.

Theo opened his mouth at the rapid-fire suggestions — the crates, the rooms, the logistics — then paused, visibly reining himself in.

“Ah— perhaps we don’t need to solve everything tonight,” he said gently, hands lifting in a conciliatory gesture. “If you don’t mind.”

He glanced at the crates, then back to the group.

“Nothing in there is immediately required. I was… overly thorough in my packing, not urgently unprepared.” A small, self-aware smile followed, “So stacking them neatly for now would be more than enough.”

At the mention of rooms, his shoulders relaxed a fraction.

“I’m happy to defer on that as well. Wherever there’s space, I’ll adapt.”

He let the moment breathe, tone light but sincere.

“We can revisit the rest tomorrow. Once everyone’s had a drink. Or some sleep.”

As if sensing a cue, Bryad nodded. "Right, well, it sounds like we should get to stacking then." And he bent and, carefully, hefted one of the crates moving it toward the growing tower that the triplets had already been constructing.

Theo let out a breath he hadn’t quite realized he was holding.

“Thank you,” he said quietly — not just to Bryad, but to the room as a whole — before stepping back in. He crouched beside the nearest crate, bracing it carefully as it was shifted into place.

For the first time since arriving, the chaos felt… manageable.

---- An Introduction By ----

Lieutenant Junior Grade Theo Wishmore
Assistant Chief Medical Officer

Ensign Leovinus
Matter/Energy Systems Specialist

Ensign Scraliontis
Astrometrics Officer

Ensign Brobostigan
Exo-Botanist

Ensign Davis Bryad
Flight Controller

With a short appearance from...

Crewman Ariadne Tolbert
Shuttlebay Controller