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

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: Head Case

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side - sim: Head Case
Posted by… suppressed (2) by the Post Ghost! 👻

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Roman noticed the change in her expression when Rand reached for her comm. She’d forgotten it. He unclipped his from his belt and handed it to her. “Here.” He could use the comm panel, or someone else’s comm. He would only be in the lab all day anyway, and he planned to do something easy. He needed to be ready in case she needed him.

~ Roman

Rand slipped the comm into her pocket with a quiet, “Thank you.” She was never going to be comfortable with Roman leaving for duty knowing she had things to do as well but couldn’t do them. She should be gathering reports and running errands all over the ship. At least this way she was still helping.

When they were finished eating, Roman sat by her and hugged her for several minutes before returning their dishes and heading off to the lab. With Rand off duty, his mornings typically started with gathering the reports Rand usually got ready for him. Sometimes that required a few laps around the ship, today he was lucky, and he only had to stop by the other labs. Then he had to sit and do the paperwork and that was what he did all morning. His tea was usually out within a couple hours of starting his shift, so he was typically grouchy the rest of the morning.

Gorshin had set a stool in the kitchen at a clear counter for her. Rand worked most of the morning making and then kneading dough, and making pastry dough for various dishes Gorshin was making. She didn’t talk much, but Gorshin kept up a quiet chatter at different points. It wasn’t exactly relaxing, but it didn’t require her to think too hard, or stand too long, and Gorshin didn’t seem to expect her to respond as he talked. After a couple of hours though, she felt dizzy and stumbled when she stood up to get more flour. The stool wasn’t exactly the supportive place to sit, so Gorshin made her go sit at a table, and gave her a cup of tea. If she didn’t seem better after resting, he would call Alden or Randy.

Rand

Ensign Scott was passing by the galley when she saw Rand sitting in there with a cup of tea. She hadn’t seen Rand much since before the accident in Rand’s office, so she turned into the galley and took a seat at the table with Rand. “Rand! It’s so good to see you! I never see you around anymore.” She said as she took a seat.

~ Roman | Scott

Rand was leaning against the wall in her little make-shift corner of chair and wall. Her tea was on the table and she had her eyes closed. Her head didn’t exactly hurt more than usual, but things seemed fuzzy and she was tired. Scott’s sudden appearance and super loud a bubbly greeting startled Rand. Her eyes popped open and she sat up, pushing back against the wall, until she realized who was talking to her. “Amelia?! Dè…huh? Tha mi air a bhith tinn,” the words tumbled out…in Gaelic.

Gorshin heard Scott’s enthusiastic greeting and appeared at the counter. He saw no reason to stop Rand from talking to anyone that she wanted to, as long as she didn’t get confused and out of sorts. He heard Rand respond…not in English. He wondered if he should call Alden, but decided to wait and see if it was just that she was startled.

Gorshin | Rand

Scott gave Rand a look like Huh??? Then it turned a little more concerned. “Rand… Are you sure you’re okay? You’re speaking weird languages.” She commented. Then she smiled. “Still… I’m glad you and the Commander are safe.”

~ NE Scott

Oh no Rand’s face fell for a moment, but she couldn’t help a self conscious smile when Amelia said she was speaking weird languages. She didn’t find Gaelic weird at all. Rand could only nod a little to indicate she was okay. She really wasn’t okay, but it wasn’t something she really wanted to explain to anyone else. She sighed trying to focus as the words tried to come out in Gaelic again. “Thank…s.”

Gorshin called over, “En Scott,” and he curled his finger in a ‘come here’ motion. When she did, he was loading up a tray with a small snack tray. “Just thought you should know, Rand can’t always remember how to translate to English. She’s speaking Gaelic, which is what she grew up with. If she doesn’t answer, don’t stress, just give her time.” Rand had managed to tell him that she wasn’t able to eat much because the dizziness upset her stomach. He smiled at Scott, “Take this over to Rand for me?” He also put a bowl of Scott’s favorite ice cream on the tray.

Gorshin | Rand

Scott smiled at Rand and then stood when Gorshin called her. She looked like she was going to protest as he started loading up a tray, but then the bowl plopped onto the tray and Scott smiled pleasantly and picked up the tray. “Sure!” She took the tray over to Rand and set it down. “I think our chef thinks you need to eat.” She said, taking her bowl of ice cream.

~ NE Scott

The food on the tray was mostly bits and pieces of left overs. Gorshin refused to throw anything out until absolutely necessary. Rand nodded, her words slow to form, but she could tell it was because she was tired, “He…does.” The food was good and just a bite or two of different things. She mostly nibbled at it. As much as Rand hated gossip, she kind of hoped that Amelia would start talking. Rand wasn’t overly social but she hated not knowing what was going on around the ship. She also knew that once Scott got going she’d go for awhile with very little encouragement. But how to get her started? Then it occurred to her that Scott was probably helping with Nibbles since Rand couldn’t. “Nibbles?”

Rand