Posted by Civilian Evrilla (Chief Medical Officer w/ specialty in Pathology) in Evrilla’s Quarters

Posted by Commander Garinder’Jen th’Jir (Executive Officer) in Evrilla’s Quarters

Posted by Civilian Evrilla (Chief Medical Officer w/ specialty in Pathology) in Evrilla’s Quarters
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Jen had to look up the CMO’s quarters. Without specific designations they could be almost anywhere on the ship. The various ‘offices’ of the department heads were easy to find; living quarters not so easy. However, the Andorian had trodded on virtually every deck on the ship in his morning runs where he engaged in a variety of different routes that included Jeffries Tubes, corridors and ladders. In one way it was a varied routine of not getting bored with running. On the other it allowed him the ability to get to know the ship much better. One thing he did know after this time: this was a big ship.

Over dinner earlier he had been thinking of this meeting and had stared at the ushaan-tor that he had taken out and polished. It was sitting on an open wooden case, gleaming in the overhead light. His had accompanied him in his postings and carried with him as an ‘additional’ item in his field kit. Evrilla’s request was unusual, though she was of Andor, and that made her an ally. Different yes, but, in Jen’s view, the same. Still, it dredged up memories of his son, teaching him, and who had since turned away from the Andorian traditions. That, in itself, was distressing to Jen. Still, he could not fault him for making his choices. Jen had taught to choose wisely, that all choices held consequences and, when faced with a large choice, to consider the cost of one path over another. Children .. were full of surprises. slowly he fit the ushaan-tor into the case, carefully placed the cloth over it and closed it. The snap seemed loud in the room.

He came to Evrilla’s quarters about the agreed upon time. He was not dressed in his uniform but in a more casual dress of loose fitting shirt and trousers with a light ‘runner’ shoe. Over one arm he had a uniform tunic and in the other two slim cases in a dark, worn wood. He held them by a handle at the top of each. With the free finger he pressed the chime.
- Jen, XO

The door opened to a blue child staring up at Jen. “Amma, Amma, He’s here!” Tatyl had been standing in front of the door for 15 minutes, ready to let Jen in the second he arrived. Tatyl stood at attention, her face scrunched up in concentration. “My name is Tatyl ch’Sa-” She cut herself off suddenly, and scuffed her feet. “Just Tatyl. Sorry.”

The door opened quickly. He was looking ahead to an adult height, though a blink later and he was peering down to a quite excitable appearing girl. “And I am Garinder’Jen th’Jir,” he replied, kneeling to her level. He winked, a very ‘human’ expression but one that he had picked up as it typically elicited a response from children. “Just Jen,” he continued. He was unsure of the potential ‘slip’ that she had made. Whatever one’s history it belonged to that person, though he was not to press it at all.

The girl moved sullenly out of the doorway as her mother emerged around the corner. “Commander. Please, come inside.” Evrilla stepped to the side, letting Jen in with a smile. “I have cleared our sitting area. Tatyl has been looking forward to this since I told her.” She smiled politely, although it seemed a little strained after Tatyl’s near slip.
-Evrilla and Tatyl

Standing again, Jen stepped inside and let the door swish quietly shut behind him. The room had a fresher smell than his own which didn’t surprise him at all. Perhaps bidden, he looked to the side clearing, though took in the rest of the quarters with it. It had the same ‘feel’ to it like the home he grew up in though he was hard pressed to figure out just what it was that rendered that connection. His antennae moved about as though searching for that elusive connection. Perhaps it was that sense of making a space more a home. “Thank you. I have brought this,” he said, indicating his tunic, “and a welcome gift.” Under the tunic was a decorative shawl in what looked to be the wool of an Andorian Quidram, the print bearing the skyline of the Nornat Glacier.
- Jen

Evrilla ran her hands over the shawl and met Jen’s eyes with a smile. “Thank you. Please, sit wherever you’d like.” There was a couch and two chairs arranged around a low table, but Tatyl had simply taken a couch cushion and sat on the floor. A small sewing kit was sitting on the table, and Evrilla placed Jen’s tunic in the chair besides it. “Can I get you something to drink?”
-Evrilla, CMO

Jen ‘felt’ the domestic sense here. It was something that to him was a distant memory and something that had been torn from him. ‘Normal’ was something he was increasingly not used to. Even though Evrilla was Aenar, and very rare even on Andor, this was the closest to a ‘norm’ as he had known for some time. He looked at the seating choices and picked one of the single chairs. “Thank you. I am fine for now,” he replied as he settled in, placing the cases on his lap and focused on Tatyl sitting on the cushion. After a moment of studying her he slid one of the cases off his lap and handed it to her.

The case was thin and of a dark wood, worn but holding a dark lacquer coating. A simple clasp held it closed. It was about the size and shape of an old style sheaf of paper, though close to 5cm thick. As such it had some weight to it.
- Jen, XO