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

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

Reia relaxed a bit and laughed.

“Oh yes, Clara is quite the character. Very expressive and natural in her ways.” she said glancing around the room wondering if there was anything left out from last night or, perhaps, the night before.

“We all have our gifts,” she replied with a wave of a wrist, which she then brought over to tap a the band. “Clara’s greatest gift is living in her own little world. But to be fair we all got that honestly with our mother.”

“I think Dagen may have actually learned to tidy up a considerable amount before he met me. We only had one serious conversation about it, after I moved in, and that was in regards tot he shelves in the living room. I leave his disasters and engineering schematics alone if he doesn’t cross my line of, well, more clean things. I think it kind of works most of the time.”

• Reia

Mother raised a brow and looked skeptical. “Closets are wonderful things and one that Dags constantly used to stuff his things when he needed to sweep the room. Beware closets. Open them from the side.” Evidently there were memories associated with that. “Now, let’s talk important girl things. Where have you honeymooned? Is he treating you well? Let’s see your ring. This ship is such a step up from the old station he was living and working those years ago.”
- Dagen’s mother

Reia wondered if all in-laws had the ability to fluster one so. She knew that Dagen’s mother didn’t mean to but Reia couldn’t help but be a little embarrassed by the whole thing.

“Well… Um… Honeymoon? No, not yet. We have some time scheduled for it though. Here, let me show you the brochure…”

“Scheduled,” she tut tutted. “If I get to see your Captain I’ll give him an encouraging word to send you off with his blessing. You two need a good time away from the normal. Dags is good at the now. Always was. But doesn’t think past next month.” She lowered her voice conspiratorially and finished with a small nod. “Gets it from his father.”

Reia quickly walked to her small bureau and fumbled for a moment with a stack of paperwork before finding the beautiful 2D brochure for a specific resort on Risa. While there she also checked the status on the repair ticket for their quarters. Apparently they had moved to 25th down the line. She simply sent a screen shot to Dagen with the caption Really Dagen?!?. Turning back, she presented the brochure to her mother-in-law.

“I’m certain, once we finally get there, we’re absolutely going to love this place.”

She presented the paperwork, and her ring, for inspection.

“That looks very nice. You will get out and see some of it I hope.” She sighed in what could only be an exaggerated fashion. “I didn’t get out to see very much on ours. We were .. busy, you know.” She tapped Reia’s ring hand, her gaze now on the ring. “We meant to. Just didn’t happen that much. I put it down to a good bit of stamina on the part of us sisters.”

“As for how he treats me… You and your husband must have a wonderful marriage because Dagen treats me like a princess. Can’t you tell?”

“Of course, as he should,” Dagen’s mother said resolutely. “Now, tell me about your wedding. I’ve seen some holos of course but give me all the details,” she continued.

Reia was not about to explain all the other ways she allowed Dagen to treat her.

• Reia

Meanwhile .. in the other room, the bacon had nearly been decimated when Dagen received the note. He frowned a little. What was with her? 25 was good. Did she not know that that was practically at the top? “Work?” his father asked, interrupting.
“Not really.” Dagen said. “Reia. Told her that I’d get a crew on to the air filtration here.”
“Uh huh,” he said, knowingly. “And not fast enough?”
His brow furrowed. “I guess not. It’s at 25 on the list.” He rubbed his brow, looking at the few remaining strips of bacon. “We average over 300 in a day of routine maintenance.
“25 still looks bad. Optics, son.”
He sighed. “Yeah, I guess.”
His father tapped the band. “We have one of those. Horrific things. Well, fun. But hardly a toy.”
“What is it? Aunt Clara sent it this morning before you came.”
The only response was a chuckle.
“Dad?”
“Reia has one?” Dagen nodded. “It’s a neuralink device. What you feel she feels. What she feels you feel. At least in the pleasure centers of the brain and body.” He looked at it then reached out and turned his wrist up to view the underside of the band. “Here .. is the intensity level. Need to start slow and for ancestor’s sake don’t get addicted to it. Oh ..”
“What?”
“It’s at max. See this?” He laughed suddenly. “No wonder you didn’t hear the calls.”
“Uhhh .. about that .. “
Dagen

Reia was feeling a bit more relaxed by this time and she proceeded to explain to her Mother-In-Law how she surprised Dagen at the promotion ceremony with the impromptu proposal and wedding. That the Captain was so wonderful to let them take over the day like that.

“As far as stamina goes yes, we’ve both got that well in hand. I was quite certain he would have me beat in that arena but I guess that’s where my Orion side comes in a little handy. It also plays into my metabolism which means I’m absolutely starving. Do you mind if we go join the husbands for second breakfast or something?” she asked putting the brochure away.

• Reia