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 Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: Head Case
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Rand was curled up on her bed (well it used to be her bed) in Randy’s quarters. Scott had volunteered to spend the day with her. Rand hated it. She did genuinely like Amelia. She was sweet and lively and everything Rand was not. The girl DID push her anxiety to the limits, but it wasn’t done on purpose. She was sweet and compassionate though. When she had realized all those months ago that Rand suffered from horrible anxiety, she had kept Rand’s secret and had done her best to try not to make her anxious. What Rand hated was that people felt like they had to babysit her.

Scott was pestering her for details about the wedding. She’d come with gobs of data disks with pictures of all kinds of things, and when Rand’s head began to hurt too much to translate, Scott just asked her to pick either/or. It was actually fun and felt normal to be planning her wedding to Roman. However Rand was making no concrete plans about it. She and Roman hadn’t even talked about it, and (she thought rather depressingly) she wasn’t likely to remember tomorrow.

Rand

Scott went looking for Rand. She checked the rec room, the galley, all the labs, Alden’s office, and pretty much everywhere else she could think of that Rand might find or get lost, even the Jeffries tubes, before braving the command deck. First she Rand the chime for Alden’s door, twice, and when there was no response, she moved to the Farquharson quarters and rang the chime and waited

~ Scott

Hearing the chime, Rand sat up a little. She was sure it was probably Scott, Roman and Randy wouldn’t use the chime. She pressed the control for the door so it would open. She was a bit dizzy that morning and so she’d stayed mostly seated. She was looking through a scrapbook that she hadn’t realized she’d left there. She offered a slight smile to Scott. What should she say? She’d never been in a situation like this so she settle on “Hi.”

Rand

Scott smiled, “Hi!” Then she stepped in, without being invited, and stood by the door. “We were looking at wedding stuff… and then you disappeared a bit. Are you okay?” She asked. It was asked rather quickly, in Scott’s typical bubbly way. “And why aren’t you in YOUR quarters? Don’t you live with the Commander?” She asked, pointing toward the wall that adjoined with Alden’s quarters.

~ Scott

Rand started to nod, of course she was okay. And then she looked at Scott confused as she kept talking. The confusion made her anxious and she began to stutter. “I…I thought we were sup…p…posed to meet here. B..b..b…bigger ssspace.” She was supposed to meet Scott here, wasn’t she? “Wer..r..rrren’t wwwe?”

“My quarters,” Scott said. “I thought you just…” Were anxious or chickened out were the words meant to follow her statement, but instead she let her voice trail off. “But that’s okay! We can do it here!” She continued cheerily, showing Rand she still had the PaDD and data disks.

Scott said they had been looking at…wedding things…that was… that’s right, Rand remembered now that she said it. So why had she come here? Pain pounded at the back of her head and radiated out. She didn’t know why she left. If she was already with Scott why did she come here to meet her? “Chan eil fhios agam carson a rinn mi sin. Tha mi duilich.”

Rand

Scott didn’t understand any Gaelic, but by tone of voice she thought it might have been an apology of some kind. So, at the risk of being wrong, she said, “That’s okay. Here works too. It’s not important where we do this.” Then she offered a friendly smile.

~ Scott

The room was rather large. Smaller than the Captain’s quarters and actually as big as Roman’s. A third of the space was the bedroom, two dressers, two twin sized beds, and two bedside tables. The space was divided by one of those solid half walls topped with lattice work. The other 2/3rds of the space was taken up with a large work area that consisted of two desks, a table and chairs and a large counter/pantry/food prep area. This was why the ‘yeoman’s office’ was so small. Most of the work was meant to be done here, in this space. The office was simply to provide an area to meet with others and not invade the personal space of those living there.

“Woooow! Your room is BIG, Rand!” Scott cried upon entering. She shrugged, “Well, I guess you ARE supposed to be sharing with Randy.” She let out a little girly giggle and smiled, “You know, your brother is pretty cute. I mean, I know he’s dating Morgan.” Then she changed the topic again and said, “I’ve always wanted to share a room.”

Rand had to smile. She didn’t think there was one girl she knew that didn’t tell her how cute her brother was. What made it worse, or maybe made Randy more appealing (Rand wasn’t sure) was the fact he knew he was but never was arrogant or used it. He was always genuine with people. She also thought Randy and Scott would make good friends if not a good couple. Randy loved gossip too. The difference was he was careful who he talked to about it (usually only Rand). Like Amelia he never spread or repeated anything malicious. She shook her head and looked around the room. “Always…s…shared with R..r..rrandy.”

Those four words set Scott of on a new tangent. “You’ve ALWAYS shared a room with him? You’ve never had your own room?” She tilted her head and then smiled, “It must have been weird moving in with Alden then… like your first time away from your brother!” She commented excitedly. “Still, must be nice to live with someone.”

Rand nodded and tried to smile but her head really hurt. She considered a moment sitting at the table, but wasn’t sure she could sit in the chair long. So she waved at the bed for Amelia to have a seat. Rand reached over to the side table for her water but there wasn’t any. How much water had she had today? She couldn’t remember. She really wanted to call Randy and ask for something for her head, but she didn’t want to worry him. She wasn’t sure she could get the question out where Scott would understand her, so she stood up, slowly and dizzily and made her way to the cold pantry. She made her way back just as slowly and offered Scott one of the bottles of water she’d grabbed. Once Rand was settled she activated the ice pack she’d gotten as well and placed it against the back of her head, propping it in place with pillows. She reached over and turned the lights down some, they were hurting her head. She looked at Scott and waved at the overhead lights, “Okay?” she didn’t want it too dark for Scott.

Scott took a seat on the bed and nodded. “They’re okay like that.” She turned the PaDD on but dimmed the screen so it was still light enough to see but not so bright as it normally would be. Then she put in one of the data disks.

The headache made it hard to think, but she had to be able to do this if she ever wanted to go back to work. “Wha…what did…you f..f..find?” Rand asked her as she waved at the data disks.

Rand

Scott smiled a biiiig smile. “Oh, TONS.” She exclaimed happily. Then she opened the data disk and began showing Rand emerald green dresses of different kinds: some sleeveless, some short sleeved, some LOW cut, some more conservative. Some with short skirts, some with long, flowing skirts. She lingered on each picture until Rand gave some kind of acknowledgement, giving her time to process. There were probably thirty dress images there.

~ Scott

Rand looked at each one carefully. She knew Roman would like the green, but when she’d told Scott ‘green’ she’d meant accents, decorations, etc. She wanted something more…traditional than the solid emerald green. But they were pretty. Rand shook her head no to each of the short skirts. She wanted something long, but after looking at what Scott had picked she didn’t know if she wanted something full and flowing or some of those mermaid skirts were really pretty. The LOW cut dresses made her turn bright red every time. She thought she might look really pretty in them, and she could imagine the look on Roman’s face and decided she’d never make it through the ceremony if she wore that. She shook her head quickly ‘no’ at each of them. Which almost hurt her head, but it was a good reminder to drink her water.

Scott giggled lightly as Rand’s face turned light red, “Come on, you’d look beautiful. The commander wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off you,” she commented, not realizing that was the problem.

She stopped on one for a long time. It looked like her dress from Valentine’s day. She loved that dress, but she wanted something he hadn’t seen before. “Drrress s..ss…supposed s..sss…” Rand went quiet in frustration for several minutes. She hated her stutter and that it had returned. “Sssurprise him.” After Scott showed them all to her Rand went back to a couple. Roman had nothing to do with his family, but there were traditions that were important to him. The English had a penchant for white wedding gowns. It had spread across the globe. She didn’t know if that mattered to him. She tipped her head at Scott and asked, “White dr..resses?”

Rand

“You want the dress to surprise him?” Scott looked at the dres on the screen. “Would this not surprise him?” She asked. Then she smiled and excitedly grabbed another data disk. “I found some in white, too, just because… you know, traditional.” Scott wasn’t all that familiar with traditions. But she did of course know brides usually wore white. She put in the data disk and started showing Rand white dresses. Scott hadn’t known what style Rand liked, so like the green, there was a mix of long dresses, short dresses, low cut dresses, more conservative dresses, all white and all different styles. “Next time I’ll find more longer dresses,” Scott commented. She noticed with the green how Rand had turned down nearly every single one of the short skirted dresses immediately.

~ Scott