Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in What If…

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in What If…

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in What If…
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The two men conversed quietly in the front seat, the driver glancing back once in the mirror. Rand didn’t know what to say about it all, or how to resume their conversation and too shy to speak in front of her guards so openly. She sat for the drive, her fingers twisting around each other. Finally, she spoke, “It’s not far. We could have walked really.” Bys wouldn’t let her though. In just a matter of minutes, they were pulling around behind what looked like an old boarding house. Bys got out and went and opened the door to the house and went in, the driver opened the rear door and helped Rand out. She waited for Roman and then went inside.

“I will be in my room if you need me Miss Farquharson,” Bys said and left the room with a nod to Alden, after checking the lock on the door. “Thank you, Bys.”

The immediate area was a small mud room. Rand removed her hat, which allowed her hair to fall and cascade around her shoulders. At least right now she knew what she was supposed to do. “May I take your coat?” she asked turning to him in the small space before removing her own.

Miranda

“Of course.” He took his coat off and handed it to her. “So… What’re the guards worried about? What happened?”

~ Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

She took it and carefully hung it on a hook. Then she slipped her own coat off and hung it as well. She carried her small bag with her through the next door.

It was a small and cozy kitchen. There was a tea kettle beside the stove already. As if she was anticipating the task of making tea. “Have a seat,” she nodded to the small table and chairs. She moved toward it and filled it with water and set it on the stove to boil.

She stiffened slightly at his question and glanced out a small window though closed curtains. “Sometimes admirers can be… enthusiastic. They set their hopes and dreams on a mirage. They write me letters, they bring flowers and gifts to my performances. Usually they are harmless, just infatuated.” She sighed as she reached into a cabinet for cubs and saucers. “I’ve been getting anonymous letters recently. Making threats, giving ultimatum. Usually they do background checks on the people who write concerning letters, but they can’t find who it is.” As she talked her accent got heavier with a notable strain in it. “Bys is being overly cautious. He takes his job very seriously.”

Miranda

“But you’re not sure. You’re worried about it.” Roman guessed. “Your guard team seems very good. I’m sure if anything does happen they will catch it.”

~ Roman

~ Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

“Do you like cream or honey?” She asked as she pulled out a teapot, a diffuser, and a tin filled with loose leaf tea. Her hands paused as she considered his question. “No, I’m not sure. I might quit.” She didn’t know what else she would do with her life though. On stage she could hide from the world, and at least she made enough to provide for herself. She could help her family, not that they needed it. Randy would come home if she quit. She couldn’t let him give up his dream.

“Both.” Roman replied. “Quit! You can’t let a villain allow you to give up your career.” He looked up at her, “There was an attempt on my life once, not long ago. But I won’t let it change anything.”

The idea that something might happen made her physically ill. Her paled slightly and rubbed her arms in the chill. Rand might be ‘just an actress,’ but she was very intelligent. She understood this person was as well. He had to be to make sure his letters couldn’t be traced and he was never identified from the audience. And her security was very good. They should have identifies them by now. “I’m sure it’s nothing,” she said with very convincing confidence.

She poured the tea into pot and while it steeped she placed everything on the table. “Would… would you like a scone?”

Miranda

She sounded convincing, but Alden wasn’t convinced. She was obviously done talking about it though, so he let it go. “I suppose so.”

~ Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO