Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: Honoring the Ardent

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side - sim: Honoring the Ardent

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: Honoring the Ardent
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Roman followed her pace whenever she stopped to walk. His leg caused no problems until near the end of the run, and even then it did not really hurt, but he could tell it was tired. When she slowed he saw she was smiling and he smiled too. “So did I.” He was not hungry, but he wasn’t going to turn down a little more time with her, so he nodded. “Let me get a quick shower out of the way first, then we’ll go”

~ Roman

Rand nodded and disappeared I to her quarters. Rand appeared in the corridor in a fresh crisp gold uniform, polished black knee high boots, communicator on her belt, key rods in her pocket, and a perfectly twisted and pinned bun. Sharp quick steps carried her across to her office where she collected her PaDD. Today would not be easy, but now that she was more awake she was sure they would get through it, somehow.

Roman came out of his own quarters, still tugging one of his sleeves down a little. His damp hair was perfectly combed, his blue uniform spotless as always. His own uniformed boots, a practical men’s ankle boot, were shiny and spotless as well. He stood with perfect posture, and to most, whatever he was feeling would be impossible to tell from his face. Rand had learned how to read his expressions.

Roman in his uniform never failed to strike her. He was crisp and neatly put together no matter what was going on. Rand tried for the same; for her it was like donning armor against life. Breakfast offerings in the galley was a full selection. And as much as she hated being around people, the extra time with Roman made her smile.

Rand

Roman took her hand as they headed down to the galley, only letting go when it came time to take a tray and fill it with breakfast foods. He picked a few small things, and then chose a seat with her. They still had nearly an hour before Rand would have to go to start her shift, plenty of time for their breakfast.

~ Roman

Rand wasn’t cold, but Roman’s hand was pleasently warm wrapped around hers, and gave her butterflies in her stomach. She didn’t think too much about people noticing anymore. Roman never asked he just took her hand, not that she expected him to. She imagined it was his way of silently telling her not to worry about what others might see or think. In truth Roman probably didn’t think about it at all, and that was reassuring on its own.

She selected an omelet because eggs as a food choice were rare. Chef usually reserved fresh eggs for ingredients. She ate quietly, enjoying his company, and then asked, “Have you ever fished?”

Rand

Roman didn’t think about it much, he just liked to hold her hand. It was a small show of affection that wasn’t unprofessional and was comforting to both of them. And everyone already knew so there was no sense denying themselves that small comfort in the effort to hide things.

He did not pick the eggs, better to leave them for someone who’d enjoy them more if he wasn’t really hungry. He ate quietly for a while and then gave her a confused expression. “Fished?” It just seemed a bit of a random question. Then he nodded and then shrugged. “Once. I wasn’t a fan. It’s not good for the fish”

~ Roman

Rand saw the confusion, she tended to do that to him. She had ideas and kind of blurted them out of no where. Well she did put thought to it, but her ideas came from a totally different perspective. She grinned a little at him. “Yes it’s cruel and dreadful as a sport. I was thinking about the lures though. They are designed to trick the fish into thinking their are insects landing on the water. I was wondering if something similar might entertain Mushu. On a spring wire so it bobbed and weaved about the enclosure for him to chase. Minus the hook of course. He would have to be trained not to eat it though.”

Rand

Roman smiled. “I think he’d like it. We could make it out of something that won’t harm him if he does eat it, just in case.” He thought about it another minute and then added, “I’m sure it could be made with things we have in the lab. Scott wouldn’t mind doing it.” Scott, though she was not a biologist, did like the animals. She was almost always willing to do things like that for them.

~ Roman