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

They moved out in a bit of a cluster. Dagen took the time on the slow semi-tour to wax poetic on the Genesis and different features that it had, mainly things behind the bulkheads. His dad seemed interested, but his mother shifted closer to Reia to talk about her dress and fashion and shoes and her trials with any and all computers. But eventually they got to the tube exiting the ship and onto the more expansive station promenade where they could spread out a little more.
Dagen

Reia knew that Dagen could go on for quite some time about the inner workings of the Genesis. She didn’t tune him out completely but the conversation between Dagen and his dad because a comforting background for her while she spoke with his mother explaining her reasons for this fabric over that fabric. Why some things worked better in the heat of the climate in her home land of Australia. Even the thought of fine Trill wool made her melt. She was glad to see the expansive station before them. A change of scenery was good for the soul.

“Which way do we go again?”

• Reia

Dagen honestly didn’t have a clue. He didn’t really look. The station promenade was on a kind of oval, he knew so eventually they’d get back around and see everything. If they got the right level. “Let’s just keep going. We’ll wind around eventually.” His dad raised a brow and a glance. “And we’ll find a ‘you are here’ display in time to get our bearings.” That was the nice thing about not just having been on a ship for this long - that it was an enclosed space and he could get to know it well - and that he was an engineer where he would know it more intimately, but he had been associated with building the Manhattan. Being outside of that familiar space was .. unusual. Perhaps that was why he liked just being on the ship.

Sure enough, when they came to it they found they were two levels down from it. They took a lift up. Transparent aluminum bulkheads to one side and above them giving them an ample view of the planet below and the ships of various sizes moving slowly about. Starships. Transports. Worker Bees. Shuttles. He slowed down to watch them. “Dagen, restaurant?” his father urged. “You did this sort of thing when you were six.”

Breaking out from his watching, he coughed. “Uh, sorry. I think it is just around the bend here.” Whether by plan or by fortune, indeed it was. A broad doorway of darker metal was emblazoned by a small plaque with silver lettering saying ‘The Deltan’. A podium was outside and a ‘doorman’ stood behind it wearing a suit just shy of a formal tuxedo. He was pale skinned and bald of early middle years.

“May I help you?” he said in what sounded to be a thick European accent that didn’t seem entirely ‘Earth like’.
“Reservations under Thor?” Dagen said, inwardly crossing his fingers.
With a tap on the podium a screen lit up. “Yessss,” he said slowly, then glanced at them each in turn as though assessing and counting. “We have you here.”
“Uh, Manuel has been recommended to us. Would he be available to serve us?”
A brow came up. “Not many ask for him.” Dagen flashed a glance at Reia and did a real quick shrug of ‘ummmm’. “However it can be done. Please follow me.”
- Dagen

They were lead into the restaurant which was much lighter and airier than Reia had been expecting. There was soft music playing from somewhere above and she could smell fresh water as if they had been walking by a stream or lake but, as her eyes adjusted to the softer light, she could see no water source. The tables were set a fair distance apart giving the illusion of privacy and some even had curtains drawn around them.

“I believe this is yours.” the man said pulling back a curtain to a large stonework table appointed with very comfy chairs.

Bowing slightly he pulled chairs out for the ladies and withdrew quietly.

• Reia

As they took seats Dagen’s father leaned in and whispered, “I’ll bet they don’t have ketchup here.”
“Likely get kicked out if we ask for it,” Dagen replied. It was surprising and especially so that Angel, a Vulcan, thought this place not just logical but a place to recommend.
As he sat a short person .. a midget really came up, dressed in a tuxedo. “Good morning. Or good luncheon. Or anything in between,” he said in a European-ish accent. It was hard to fit. “I am Manuel.”
Equally strange Dagen thought.
“Something to drink to start?” He inquired, clasping his hands behind his back. He bore a closely trimmed beard that almost matched his dark hair.
“Uh, juice, guava,” Dagen said.
“Coffee for me,” his father added.
“Tea, strongest you have,” his mother said.
They looked to Reia ..

“Menu’s are on the table displays. Special at the moment is an Andorian Omelette - Andorian because they add a kind of pungent cheese native to the world. But very tasty when accompanied by the house salsa and spices. Served with mixed fruits.”
- Dagen ..