Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Festivities and Family
It had been a long year for Rand and Roman and Randy. Randy freely admitted that his year had not been nearly as theirs had been. Rand wasn’t feeling up to do much of anything, and he doubted that Roman rarely celebrated the holidays unless Jay had made him. Well this would be good for Rand and Roman too. Now that they both had been on their new meds for awhile, and Rand, though not back to full duty, was active and engaged with the crew, Randy decided this was something he wanted to do and so they were.

He went to Gorshin and helped make a feast, which was shared with the crew, but Randy brought their servings back to his quarters. Roast turkey served with turkey stuffing, made with haggis, brussels sprouts, carrots, pigs in a blanket and Yorkshire puddings, gravy, tatties and neeps, cranberry sauce, and soda bread. For dessert, Scottish Iced Christmas cake.

Randy decked his quarters out with all kinds of tartan colored decorations, and even borrowed some kind of large palm plant (native to Earth) from Tracy and decorated it like a Christmas tree. She was coming by later for their own celebration. He stopped Roman in the corridor earlier that day and told him, in no uncertain terms, to have Rand at his quarters by 1700 that day.

Randy

Randy was correct in thinking Roman did not generally celebrate the holidays unless Jay made him do it. In fact, he rather disliked the holiday season. The new med regimen was doing well for him, and obviously so. Since the meds took full effect, he was often in a better mood. Even the crew had noticed the difference, it was that stark of a change. He was well rested and, it turned out much to the crew’s surprise, he did have a smile. He’d just forgotten how to use it.

With Rand his playful side came out more frequently, he was more focused on her, and hadn’t overworked himself even once in nearly two weeks. He was still serious as ever, but more often that anyone had ever seen, he resembled the Roman on the disks rather than the Roman they were familiar with. Even in his sessions with Randy, he was more difficult to set off or anger and though he still hedged around topics and events it was easier to get him talking.

When Randy had stopped him to tell him to bring Rand at 1700, he had given Randy a confused look and asked if something was wrong. When Randy had said nothing was wrong, he had shrugged and agreed. Now he was standing outside the door with Rand and rang the chime at exactly 1700.

~ Roman