Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Social Obligations

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in Social Obligations

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Social Obligations
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Roman was home, and Rand was elated even though her anxiety made her worry about everything. That night, it was the evening’s activity.

Captain Asam had ordered her to help Lt. Hart schedule and plan social functions for the crew. Rand liked Hart even though she was always nervous around the Lt. Rand was always nervous though. Rand liked planning events; she just didn’t like attending. She had to though. She and Hart had planned it together, well Rand had helped, and it would be rude to not show up. However, she was going in uniform. That way she was working and no one would want to be friendly.

It would be different if Roman went, but he didn’t want to do much lately. Which was okay with Rand. She hated going out. She would rather stay home, but she didn’t think that was good for Roman. So after they ate, she went into the bathroom and put her hair back up, made sure her uniform was immaculate. When she came out, she sat down and started putting her boots back on.

Yeoman Rand

Roman was still feeling… Well, not good, and his schedule was all messed up and he wasn’t quite back to work. In two days, though. Then he’d be allowed to work half-days, only. Of course they had spoken, a lot, and Rand had caught him up on all the ship news.

Roman watched her get ready. “Isn’t it a dance? You’re going in that?” Roman looked at her. He actually stood, went over to her, and set his hands on her shoulders. “You can’t go in that, Miranda. You’ve got such lovely dancing gowns.”

~ Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

Rand looked up at him, so clearly nervous and worried. From what she should wear to what she was going to say to people, to what topics would be safe to bring up so she didn’t have to discuss things she didn’t want discuss. “It’s not that kind of dance. It’s more contemporary.” Which wasn’t an excuse. Rand could dance anything from formal ballroom to contemporary. She’d been taught lots of different styles and come close to mastering them all. And she had plenty of clothes to choose from. “Besides, I won’t be dancing.” Rand loved to dance, but Randy was gone, and she knew Roman wouldn’t want to go, so she’d rather just be ‘on duty’ than have to worry about it.

Yeoman Rand

“No?” Roman asked. Would she ask him? Did he even want to go? He wasn’t sure. He… He didn’t really want to be seen the way he was. But he wanted to dance with Rand. And he hated watching her be so anxious. “You can’t be at a dance and not dance. You’re far to good at it, Miranda.”

~ Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

Rand blushed. They way he said her name, in that posh English accent, always did that. Her ancestors were probably rolling in their graves. She didn’t care. She wanted to ask, but she just couldn’t be that selfish. She didn’t want him to worry though. He had enough to worry about. Rand did something she hadn’t done in front of Roman in many many months. She pulled out one of her characters. It would be the only way to convince him, and herself. It was a twist on a scene between Elizabeth Bennet and Mr Darcy, but it worked. “I shall recite poetry instead. So as to assure to kill stone dead any vague inclination of affection from the crowd. Even if one’s partner is barely tolerable, dancing is the surest way to encourage affection.” She smiled up at him, enjoying dropping into a familiar role that she adored so much. More than that, she was enjoying flirting with him slightly. “And my Dear Cmdr Alden, there is only one man’s affections I wish to encourage.”

Yeoman Rand

It had been a long time since he’d seen her pull any characters. It made Roman smile. He took her hand and squeezed, “Then miss Miranda, allow me to accompany you to this dance?”

~ Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO

The delight on her eyes was impossible to miss. Her expression stayed softly flirtatious as she dropped a gracious curtsy. “I would be honored and delighted, Cmdr Alden.” Rand couldn’t help but be excited. Dancing with Roman was always magical. She hurried to the closet. She wouldn’t wear a gown, tonight was too casual for that, but she did pick a dress. A simple green a-line with drop sleeves and a full skirt. She took her hair out of the normal bun and then pinned up just the sides with two rhinestone clips. Years of costume changes made her fast, so she was ready quickly.

Yeoman Rand

Roman picked a nice button up and a pair of slacks. He grabbed a decent pair of shoes that would look good, but also be good for dancing. Then he went into the bathroom. Rand could hear him in there, muttering to himself, but he was taking a long time. And it didn’t sound like he was using it, just getting ready.

~ Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO