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
“Yes, let’s do this.” she said walking out into the living room.

• Reia

They emerged into the main room to the smell of bacon. The first thing that Dagen noticed was that their clothes - well, his. Reia didn’t start with much - had been folded and put on the console. Reia’s robe was nowhere to be seen but her panties were on the top of the pile. His shoes were tucked under the console. He noticed that other things had been shifted an organized; Dagen was classically a messy and Reia was, thankfully, not a neat freak, which meant that there was usually something about that could be set straight. Mother had apparently done so and was, at that moment looking at the shelves that Reia had had moved in. His dad was at the table hunched over two long square plates of .. bacon. Single strips laid out in a row that he was systematically working at.

He noticed them first. “There you are. I like your replicator. So many choices. Testing your top twenty chosen bacon flavors of those on your ship.”
“Oh don’t go on about your bacon, Shel, we’re here to see them,” his mother said, turning and heading to Reia. “Finally we get to see you, with Dagen hoarding you away like some kind of crown jewel.” She glanced away from Reia to Dagen and gave him a mock stern look.”
Dagen moved over closer to his father, who, true to form picked up one of the half pieces. “Try this,” he said passing it to him. “We were dropped off and heard your ship was here. We didn’t know that but your mother charged onto a shuttle, brow beat the pilot and practically hijacked it to get us here. I expect to be arrested soon.”
“Oh don’t you start. The pilot was very nice and accommodating. We just dropped your names and ranks and ..”
“.. threatened courts martial if he didn’t fly us up ..”
“.. and he was fine with flying us in. And look at you. You look so lovely in that dress. Subspace does not do you justice. It always makes me look like I’ve put on kilos.” Dagen chewed on the bacon. His mother could hold the conversation for the entire party.
Dagen et al ..

Reia smiled politely and took in the flood of conversation even though they’d had a light breakfast earlier, the smell of bacon, and her nerves, caused her stomach to growl audibly.

Laughing, she reached up with her right hand to brush a stray lock of hair away from her shoulder. This caused her leather bracelet to slide down her slender forearm revealing Aunt Clara’s gift.

“You must be famished. Evidently Dagen doesn’t feed you enough,” she said with light scorn and a glance at her son, then a quick look at the bracelet. Dagen, evidently was now bent over the bacon with his father quietly listing the flavor of each as they broke off a piece and ate them one after the other. He did look up at his mother’s remark.
“Reia has quite the appetite,” he said, then quickly looked down.

“Well I’m glad you enjoy our vast repertoire of bacon. I find it quite entertaining myself to tell you the truth.” Reia said moving to the replicator for more coffee.

His father said, “The replicator at home doesn’t have many. It, uh ..”
“It keeps breaking and losing it’s memory and can’t seem to handle much,” his mother replied, following Reia to their replicator.
“Mother, you can just speak to it. You don’t have to use any of the display to touch it,” Dagen added.
“Oh tut tut, you know knows so much. It doesn’t recognize my voice.”

Stopping, she glanced at Dagen’s mother.

“Where would you put those extra kilos anyway? I just don’t see it.”

• Reia

“I’d hoped for some of those on the cruise. The food was just lovely. But you, look, you’ve got a small stain on your dress. Let’s get you into your room and fix that up. We’ll get that off in a jiffy.”
- Dagen et al

Reia looked down at her immaculate black dress but just couldn’t see a stain.

“I… Um… Really?” she stammered.

Perhaps Dagen’s mother was trying to get her alone for some reason but, what in the 7 Hells could it be?

“Yeah, I guess I spilled coffee on it or something. Dagen? Be careful of that Klingon bacon, remember what it did last time? Okay, let’s go.” she said with a sigh of resignation.

• Reia

As the door slid closed, Dagen’s mother turned and took Reia’s hands. “Oh you look fine, dear. They will be at that bacon for a while. It’s the litmus test for replicators. How many flavors of bacon can be made. Honestly I don’t understand it one bit. The infernal things never work for me anyway.” Her head shook imperceptibly as though it was a common event that was beyond her understanding. She looked at Reia then looked quickly at the room. It was less than pristine but she looked back at Reia. “You’ve done a miracle. I’d nag Dags to clean his room. Best he could manage was reworking it from post apocalyptic to natural disaster.”

“But look at you. Welcome to the family, the nuthouse that it is.” She looked down at their still clasped hands. “I see you’ve met Clara.”
- Dagen’s Mother …