Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (C Intelligence -Comm Officer) in Quarters - Dagen and Reia

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dagen Thor (CE) in Quarters - Dagen and Reia

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (C Intelligence -Comm Officer) in Quarters - Dagen and Reia
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The comms blinked then bleeped then trilled, the last indicator saying a transmission was in queue for retrieval. It was also some 03:36 ship time. It wasn’t flagged for any urgency so did little more than cause the Trill to open one eye, see the blinking light, then slip back to sleep until the morning … Later, after breakfast Dagen was moving about the bedroom, toothbrush at work while looking for a stray sock and wondering why, in this day and age, there were not such things as ‘smart socks’ that could be more easily located. It was then that he saw the offending sock at the base of the console. Picking it up, his head rose over the console, toothbrush freezing in place as he noticed the transmission light. Muttering around the toothbrush he tapped it with the hand that held the sock.

=^= Hello Dagen dear and Reia, sweetheart. =^= The toothbrush froze. It was his mother. =^= Mother here. =^= There was some crackling on the transmission. His father could be heard saying ‘I’m sure he knows who it is, followed by a ‘hush, it’s the polite thing to say’. His father mentioned, ‘you may want to tape that, there, yes because’ .. ‘there is no reason to’ .. she continued as the crackling grew more intense. Dagen shook his head. His mother would be the foil to the Borg if they ever assimilated her. Their civilization would fall in days. She was a menace to all things that had a technological level greater than a stick. =^= Dagen dear. We’re on .. way to ....... sa to visit Aunt .... and will stop .... you after. Toodles. Oh and your father says … =^= The conversation ended in a hiss of static.

He played it again with the computer attempting to enhance the speech. Alas it was the same with the problem at the source. He cast a glance at Reia with a look of ‘well that was clear’ etched on his face.
Dagen

Reia rolled her eyes. This morning had started off quite annoying. Dagen was doing the one thing that she absolutely couldn’t stand. She loved him deeply but, could the toothbrush please stay in the bathroom she wondered. That could be a discussion to have at another time for, perhaps, the fourth time. Rubbing her eyes, she shook her head.

“Oh love, there’s not enough coffee for this. Give me a minute.”

Somewhat oblivious Dagen took this opportunity to slip back to the lav and deposit the toothbrush there. It seemed an odd thing to do to him to use the toothbrush and then have coffee later; even 24th century coffee was not minty fresh with the breath. And it wasn’t that the quarters were that big on a ship and between the two of them it was cozy in either room, the main room or the bedroom - not that he was bothered by the latter.

Standing, she threw off the blanket she had been sitting under, went to the replicator, and came back with a fresh cup.

“Let me see if I can clean that message up just a bit. I know the problem’s at the source but, I am a pretty good comms officer if I do say so myself.”

Dagen wanted to say ‘better people than you have tried’ .. but then he wasn’t sure that there were any better that had tried. Most had given up with a shake to their head and a wonder and amazement that someone could be such a curse to technology. It was no wonder that Dagen had moved into engineering what with much of his youth spent in ‘fixing’ things that his mother had inadvertently touched.

She snuggled back in close with Dagen and began to see if she could unravel the message.

• Reia

Not wanting to deter her, Dagen let her soft warmth press against him and used that as a kind of quiet moral support. However, however much his dear wife worked it the issue was not in the transmission but at the source. To his surprise she did negotiate a little improvement … =^= Dagen dear. We’re on our way to the delightful and wa .. ....... sa to visit Aunt .... and will stop over at Cael’s University Li ...... you after. Toodles. Oh and your father says … =^=

His fingertips lightly brushed at Reia’s soft hair .. she had done better but it was not a great deal clearer. “We have an Aunt Clara in the more equatorial province of Talsa, but another Aunt, Veri who winters on Risa. Cael’s University .. the Library and Museum there dad has wanted to see for years. That’s off world at Alpha Centauri. A fair jaunt. But there are cruises that go to both places. And Dad likely said ‘good luck’ regarding this message.” He leaned in to kiss her shoulder. “Good work though. That is better than most could do. My guess is they will be calling us after that.”
- Dagen

Reia frowned and yawned.

“I really wish they had included a trip itinerary because, after that is a big beautiful nothing phrase my love.” she said leaning forward to give him a long coffee laced kiss.

“Do you think you could get a hold of whomever that was they mentioned in their message and get some more intel? I know, that’s usually my field but this is your family and they don’t know me yet.” she asked snuggling back into him.

• Reia, CIO/Comms

Dagen was not happy about the thought of calling either of his aunts. Sure, Aunt Veri he had only met once but had endured many a holo-call with family during holidays. “I’ll try Aunt Clara,” he said with a grudging tone. It was the more likely of the two, and the one he knew best, though she was a person unto herself. Not eccentric, but, to Dagen, odd.

Moving to the console he tapped in the subspace link to civilian bands. It was not quite as easy as some would think. Voice commands were well and good for Starfleet ship to ship but rather broke down with the more granular civilian areas. Planetary channels. Provincial codes. Then, once that was linked - as it was a subspace transmission after all across a pretty good distance - he finally got the connection confirmation. And he waited and tried to think of what the time difference was … when the link activated.

=^= Dags? Is .. what on Trill are you calling me at this deathly hour for? Heavens I am not long up and a good thing too to undertake my meditations and feed my little darlings. You remember Tulsa? And Texas? =^= The scene was her, rail thin busting out of a tight green spotted leotard, a middle aged woman with flowing pink hair and prominent lips, dark Trill spots that could even be seen through the fabric, as she held up a black cat with a single spot over one eye. =^= There you are Texas, say hello to your friend Dags. Remember how you and he were inseparable? =^= She held that up to the monitor so close the cat, not really happy about the scene, filled the screen with his squirming self. Released, it disappeared and Aunt Clara reached for a glass of something even brighter green than her leotard and took a sip.

=^= Aunt Clara we were wondering … =^=

That was all he got when Aunt Clara sputtered out, =^= Dagz, who IS that absolute goddess behind you? Are we to call you devil Dagz for enchanting such a creature? =^=

=^= Uhhhh .. =^= Dagen got out, looking imploringly at Reia over his shoulder ..
- Dagen