Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: Lost in Thought

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side - sim: Lost in Thought

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Randy nodded. He always liked the goo lizard. He found her fascinating. He didn’t want to touch her or feed her treats or anything. Randy looked at him quizzically. Then he laced his fingers behind his head and leaned back, the chair balanced on the back legs, and grinned full of attitude. “I’m faaabulous. You’ll have to be more specific about ‘what did I do?’ I just fed your rabbit. Got my sister to sleep, food and water in your system. OH! I know…” he leaned forward so the front legs snapped to the floor, feet still on the corner of the bed, hands still laced behind his head, but a serious wicked gleam in his eyes. “I gave Rand my blessing when she moved in here with you, withOUT asking what your intentions are toward my sister, Mr Roman Alden of the Alden Estates.”

Randy

“That’s not what I…” Randy’s next words made him stop and make a face. “How did you find out about that?” Apparently he’d forgotten letting it slip out earlier. “I’m not part of the Alden Estates.” His tone made it clear he didn’t like talking about it. There was maybe ¼ of the water left and Roman was dragging it out but at this rate he’d fall asleep before he finished it.

~ Roman

The grin slipped slightly, that concerned Randy. Alden could answer the questions but didn’t remember everything since he hit his head. Was it fatigue or was something else going on in his head? Or just a combination of both? And maybe the meds making him sleepy too? He dropped his feet to the floor grabbing his tricorder, keeping the smile in place. “Let’s see how your blood sugar levels are doing.” He took out the wand and did a full scan, including his head to make sure things weren’t getting worse. “And I found out about that because you told me. When I was assessing the severity of your concussion I asked you your full name. You reply was ‘Roman Alden of the Alden Estates, No middle name’.” Then he made an embarrassed face, “Oh where are my manners. My grandmother would have my ear. Randal Oyne Farquharson of Clan Farquharson. Third in line to be Chief.” And he gave a very formal but some how slightly irreverent bow. “Now that formalities are over.” He sat back down and pinned Roman with a stare, “What are your intentions with my sister?”

Randy

Roman tried to remember, coming up empty. The effort made his head feel foggy and the headache come back a little. It wasn’t something he’d ever say normally but then again, his head still didn’t feel clear. “I noticed at the dance. Your outfit. Classic wear of Scottish nobles. But I don’t belong to nobility, not anymore.” Another detail he wouldn’t normally share. Randy’s scans showed his blood sugar normalizing and his hydration rising. His head showed a little more swelling than had been on the first scan. Roman didn’t quite make eye contact with Randy, but he reached over and brushed his hand against Rand’s. “I don’t date casually. If you’re asking whether I intend to marry her, I’d say yes, someday when we’re both ready for that step.”

~ Roman

Randy made a rude noise, “Ge bith (whatever). Nobility really has nothing to do with name or dress or where you live, but by how one acts. And you Cmdr are one of the most noble people I’ve ever met.” Then he grinned, again, “but I do look good in my Scottish garb. Kilts are so…freeing.” Randy felt very awkward watching that moment. It was very tender, especially when you considered how Rand turned her hand over in her sleep to hold his. His sister had it baaaaaaad. He leaned back in his chair again, feet crossed and propped up. “Neither does she. I could tell you stories about her attempts at dating that would make you cringe. Rand wasn’t made for casual dating.” He glanced around Alden’s quarters; they were both very neat and organized. Someone who didn’t know Rand would think she didn’t live here because she made the effort to not disturb Alden’s space. That’s how Rand was, in everything, shy and hesitant. But there were small things, like her favorite insulated cup on the counter, the bottle of whisky on the table, the glimpse of her uniforms in the closet that wasn’t quite closed, the robe she just kicked to the floor in her sleep, and the sure sign she lived there - her kelpie. Though that was all Randy’s doing, and he didn’t regret it. How much more ‘ready’ did they need to be? That was going to be fun to watch. “I can’t wait to see her after you tell her that.” Randy was still her big brother, by 5 minutes, but still the big brother.

Roman yawned again, his eyes beginning to droop from tiredness. He gave a tired chuckle. “I have my own stories about my failures in casual dating.” Usually because Jay pushed him into it. But he pushed that thought away. He smiled a little, “She’ll be really happy but really anxious I’m sure.”

“Rand told me you’re done with the cobra. You know she’s heart broken right?” Randy didn’t like the increased swelling, he’d have to check again to make sure it had stopped.

Randy

Roman nodded. “I don’t understand it, she’s terrified of him, but she will miss him. That’s partly why I chose to send him to…” He struggled to remember. Certain things like that were still escaping his memory, and the effort of trying to recall them seemed to make his head hurt. “a sanctuary.” He finished at last. He couldn’t remember which sanctuary. It would be on his PaDD.

~ Roman