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

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dagen Thor (CE) in Dagen and Reia’s Quarters
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Dagen was an engineer. He could so engineer something to not be damaged through normal or abnormal events. Well, maybe not normal as the wear of life and events did have an effect on anything. He mused over a small tag that could create a temporary stasis field around the object to prevent it from being damaged in a fall or ship turbulence. These things were precious to Reia and deserved that kind of protection. Still he remembered that accident on the Enterprise E, not to mention the D and how that was so damaged. A ship loss would mean the loss of all of this. Dagen wasn’t sure he wanted to put all of their eggs in one duranium basket, however. “Some of these are fit for an apartment we might rent or that home away from home, that shuttle we looked at before.” He didn’t want to outright come out and say he was scared of it all being lost (that being said there was the fear of them being lost with it, but given life over stuff, he might want to keep treasures in different places.

“It looked like it came out okay,” he said, looking at it. No notable water damage on it. It looked almost pristine .. in an aged fashion. “They look like something compiled with spare parts,” Dagen offered.

Tearing himself away from that he picked up a thin box that had been inset on its side. It had some weight to it and he hefted it as though trying to fathom what was in it. A ribbon held this shut. Slipping off the ribbon and lifting the top he groaned. It was filled with a half dozen thin notebooks, the covers dog eared, bent and, at least the top one, covered with doodles and stickers of dogs, or at least the Trill equivalent. “Oh man, I would be scared to look at these. In my time through the Symbiot commission to try to qualify mom said to keep a diary. I was kind of an anxious kid with this as the competition was fierce. I’d have typed it out but mom made me write it. Said that it would focus me better. I can’t imagine the teenage angst in these pages.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Oh ancestors if she and auntie read them!”
- Dagen

Reia succeeded in stopping herself from lunging at those dog eared notebooks. Oh the secrets they held and she would find out every one of them.

“You mean I have something to practice reading my trill with? Oh yay this is going to be such fun. Wow, handwritten.”

• Reia

Dagen laughed. “Handwritten yes. Legible .. ” He made a gesture that was suggestive of ‘well, that might be dubious’. He pulled one out. It had a earthy toned cover to it that had been doodled on. Yeah he’d been a restless kid. Sitting and just writing was not something that came easy. He traced a kind of spiral doodle with his fingers. He remembered doing that. It was at a day when he had absolutely no idea of what to write. Opening it up, his thumb brushed along the curled pages till he stopped randomly at one about a quarter way from the start. It had bold brown ink on it, the lines almost invisible with the writing. “Let’s see here,” he said, believing that there wasn’t much that was ‘too’ incriminating in its lines.

‘10th of Gilia’ .. “That would be about July equivalent,” he said.
‘Just back from the TCT.’ “Uh, TCT. Trill Commission Testing.”
‘Aptitude testing. Not like I couldn’t just tell them what I’m good at but it is just another of their incessant tests. And always repeating that only one of the class of twenty will stand a chance at a symbiot. I’m competing against all of them. It was hard to work this test today. It felt routine quizzes of random questions. Another of those. To think I’d be out playing on the court in intermission with all of them in a game of ‘Matrices’. “Um, Matrices.” He looked at Reia. “Kind of like basketball only being able to stick to one colored region on the court depending on the team you are on. Anyone outside of that is fouled. There is a lot of … jostling to get people out of their zones.” Dagen smiled. Jostling. Near tackling some days! The goal was to get fewer people on the court to be able to move more freely to score. And at that point everyone came back on to play, some to try harder and some to even scores of a different kind. “Where was I?”
‘H’len was another who scored high with me in manual dexterity and object analysis. Big words. We were good with working with things. Sure I was good with stuff. She was an artist. Pottery and sculpture. I like her fingers. Among other things.’ .. “Oh man I had such a crush on her!!”
Dagen

“Oh, a crush. Well, I’m going to have to ask your mother if there are any pictures of this dear little crush of yours you know, yearbooks etc. I’ll get it out of one of you somehow.”

Dagen groaned. Not so much because of any grand reveal over the various girls he had that ‘crush’ on but for his own photos!! He thought that he looked positively .. silly. Sure virtually everyone did look rather gangly and oh so young!! But it was different with the critical eye on oneself. “Yeah, I think mom has all those yearbooks about.” He cast a worried glance in the box as though expecting that it might be there. In the digital age they were not ‘books’ per se but a tablet with each annual publication added to it. Complete with soundbytes and zoomable images and interviews and so on .. oh how squeaky a voice he thought he had!!

Reia was enjoying herself, laughing and smiling. About now it was truly at her husband’s expense but there would probably be a time, in the very near future, where he would find a way to turn it all around on her. She truly love this man.

• Reia

As much as he felt himself blushing for really no reason he was happy that Reia was happy. What would they find in those publications Dagen could not remember at all. He had had more important things to do than ponder that, at least so he thought then. He looked at the stack of notebooks and sighed. Even with those what he had written was nearly forgotten. What would he find in them?! When Reia settled down enough to address her he leaned in and kissed her. “Like a little treasure trove here, eh?”
- Dagen

“Yes, a little treasure trove and a peek into our past. Both interesting and perhaps a little scary don’t you think? I know there’s a bit more left in that box and I should probably reach in and grab something. To tell you the truth, I have no idea what our devious family has put in there next. All right, here I go.”

“There is enough quirk in each side to make anything in there worrisome of what is there and intriguing. Rather like a Christmas while inside Alice in Wonderland.”

Reia reached into the box and grabbed what appeared to be the last item but probably wasn’t. It was just something with paper wrapped around it not a proper box. Frowning she said about opening it.

• Reia

There was more in the box. Something for later perhaps. He was sure that if Auntie Claire had anything to do with it that there was something naughty in there that they just had not found yet. She had said she had been fond of a certain holo novel book that showcased .. things. Given that was not on the standard replicator fare Dagen wondered where she had gotten that. The sound of a soft tear took Dagen out of his reverie and back to the matter at hand. What was Reia unwrapping?
Dagen