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

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side - sim: Honoring the Ardent
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The noodles were getting cold, and Roman felt bad that they might go to waste, but he still hadn’t taken a bite of it. He looked up at Rand and watched her put the kettle on for tea. Then he saw which packets she grabbed and he stood and went over to the counter next to her. “That’s the morning tea. You need the chamomile tea.” He hadn’t thought she was that tired, the packets looked completely different. His high caffeine black tea was in black packets with silver writing. The chamomile was in a white packet with flowers on it and purple writing. And the citrus tea packet was also white, with black writing and a picture of a lemon on it.

~ Roman

Rand looked down at the packets, and made herself breathe slow and deep, but it turned into a yawn anyway. She shook her head. “If I was yawn intending ta sleep, I would. This,” she tapped the morning tea and then looked up at him, “is exactly what I want.” She felt if the water didn’t boil soon she might fall asleep standing up. But it was very important she stay awake.

Rand

Roman put his hands over hers gently to stop her from making the tea. “You look like you’re about to fall asleep where you are. You need sleep. You will be too tired to work if you don’t.” He looked at her. Circles under her eyes, droopy eyelids, slow, tired movements. Just like him when he wasn’t sleeping. “You haven’t been sleeping, have you? Perhaps I should get Randy?”

~ Roman

Roman put his hands over hers and she looked up at him, clearly bleary-eyed. Rand knew she was too tired to work, that was the point. No that wasn’t the point. Refusing to sleep until he ate was the point. “Then you should hurry up and eat so I can go to bed.” She was tired and wanted to go to sleep. She should not tell him she hadn’t been sleeping . Then he would get really stubborn. But she didn’t want to lie either. She was too tired to successfully pull it off anyway - acting like she was fine and awake and able to work. He’d never believe her. She shook her head, “Can’t.” She was not going to win this one. The idea of him getting Randy forced a tired giggle from her, but she really didn’t want him to do that. Rand leaned a hip against the counter and her back against the corner of the wall. His hands were warm over hers, and she really just wanted to hug him. However if she did that she’d just get comfortable and fall asleep like he wanted. She shook her head, “Eat the I’ll sleep.” She closed her eyes, just for a moment…really.

Rand

Roman shook his head. “I’m just not hungry. I’ll be fine. You on the other hand, need sleep.” He kept his hands over hers, sort of holding them now. She seemed to hesitate a moment before she shook her head. She looked like she could barely keep her eyes open. He moved his hands off hers and hugged her instead, gently trying to get her to move towards the bed. “You can’t deprive yourself of sleep until I eat.” He would follow through on his word to get Randy. Randy would want her to sleep. And he’d likely be very interested to know Roman wasn’t sure she’d been sleeping nearly as long as he hadn’t. Or at least not well.

~ Roman

Rand shook her head, there was something inherently wrong with his statement, but she couldn’t make it clear. Then he was hugging her. It was warm and comforting and she closed her eyes, slipping her arms around him. Where her head rested on his chest, she could hear his heart beating under her ear. She felt like she was swaying on her feet and Roman’s arms tightened around her. (When actually it was Roman slowly walking her toward the bed to go to sleep). She felt like she was falling, like her legs were giving out, but Roman was still holding her so she didn’t fall....or did she? She was sitting now. How did she get to the bed?

It almost felt like she fell asleep the moment he put his arms around her. She leaned against him, her arms around him, and her head rested against his chest. He tightened his arms around her a little so she wouldn’t fall before he got her to the bed. When he got to the bed, he sat down with her.

She leaned against him, she was just too comfortable like this. How was she going to stay awake? You can’t deprive yourself of sleep until I eat. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up away from him, or as much as she could with his arm around her. “How long are you intending to not eat?!” Despite being tired she had that dangerous stubborn look on her face, softened by exhaustion, but there none-the-less.

Roman was going to lay her back so he could get her a blanket when she sat up away from him, apparently waking up a little. “I’m not planning to not eat,” he said. He kept his arm around her, trying to make her comfortable so she’d fall asleep and not have this argument with him. Then he could go down to the lab and let her sleep.

“Good, then ya ‘an eat..no…now.” She crossed her arms over her chest and failed in her attempt to glare at him.

Pipkin was on her lap, front paws on her chest. She wanted Rand to lay down so she could get in her chest and keep her there. Rand pet her ears and then picked her up and moved her, which wasn’t like Rand at all. “No now, Pip’in. Your da is be-hin ‘diculous.” The fact her words were sleep slurred and making her sound ridiculous was lost on her. Pipkin didn’t care, she was back on Rand’s lap, trying again. Obviously on Roman’s side of the argument.

Rand

Pipkin, always the nosy little thing, nosed her way through them and sat on Rand’s lap, putting her front paws on Rand’s chest. Roman smiled. At least Pipkin was on the right side of this one. Her tiredness made her accent stronger, and on top of that her words were slurred from fatigue. Roman could barely make out what she was saying. Roman pet Pipkin and smiled. “That’s right, make her nice and comfortable and she’ll go right to sleep.”

~ Roman

Rand was petting Pipkin, slightly bent over, giving the little bunny her full attention. Eyes half closed, she suddenly leaned back into him. Pipkin pressed her advantage, lifting up to twitch her nose against Rand’s which made Rand rest her head on his shoulder. Pipkin’s fur was soft and she was a calm little animal, and Roman’s arm was the only thing keeping her upright. But then he spoke. She felt like she moved quickly, but really she wasn’t. “No.” She moved Pipkin and stood up, leaning against the wall. “Eat.” At this point Rand was just being ridiculous and unnecessarily stubborn, but as is so typical of overly tired people, she was fixated on it.

Rand