Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (CIO) in Dagen’s Quarters

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dagen Thor (CE) in Dagen’s Quarters

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Reia Shandy (CIO) in Dagen’s Quarters
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It was three days since the wedding of Dagen and Reia and she had spent them happily sleeping in his bed, lounging on his couch, and using his shower. But there wasn’t very much of Reia in those quarters yet so, she had made her way back from the office early on that third day, taken a quick shower, and was now padding about the quarters, dressed in a sheer green robe, with slicked back damp hair, PaDD in hand, diagramming was she might want to incorporate things that would make her feel more at home.

How much did her really like this carpet? she wondered. Her small feet had always loved hardwood floors. The glass top table was very nice but where could she put her shelving unit with all the candles? The more she paced and planned the more confused Reia got. And there was still that call to the parents to make later.

• Reia

With the advent of the creature in the nebula Dagen and Reia had not really had much time off for themselves but they had talked about visiting Earth and her grand parents when next they had leave. They still had not had time to call their respective families to give them the news; they had been, ah ‘busy’. Time in engineering had not been without its jibes, even unexpected ones, since the wedding. Seraph topped all of them in her dry Vulcan statements in saying ‘Evidently, Commander, marriage suits you and sufficient copulation has improved your mood while on duty.’

It was with that thought in mind that he came back to their quarters. At some time they were going to have to combine quarters. They had talked briefly about it but other .. things .. came up. He was humored from Seraph and wanted to share that. Entering their quarters he blinked seeing her dressed as she was and for a moment or more he forgot completely what he was going to say. About to exclaim out a ‘You’ll never guess …’ when he saw the confused look on her face. The contrast between her dress and her expression caught him up short. “A problem, my love?” he asked, approaching to kiss her in greeting.
- Dagen

Reia paused for a few seconds. She hadn’t expected Dagen home for at least an hour. By then she had hoped to have a few things worked out. Obviously that wasn’t going to be the case.

Sighing, she flopped onto his long couch and patted the spot next to her.

“These quarters are a nice size for one, or even two people and I don’t have a lot of things but, it’s all just so damned awkward and I don’t know what you’re attached to and what you’re not, carpet, hardwood floor…”

Dagen slowly moved to that spot and sat down. Apart from VIP quarters and the Execs these were the biggest quarters on the ship. He was confused and looked around the room to try to see what she was seeing and admittedly failed. Dagen was far from an interior designer and it showed with much of the space still being like a stock shot of a typical cabin. He’d learned to travel light - and, technically the old Class F shuttlecraft that he had lived out of for years kept his ‘things’ limited. Lin was a good decorator. Even Thrace did pretty well in a dark gothic kind of way that would be more fitting on a set of the ‘Raven’ than anything. But Dagen was just a tosser. Toss this here. Toss that there. He had some holos up and keepsakes but .. he tended to live in what he was given and not change much. Was she complaining about the design of the quarters? That raised a bit of ire as he took part in designing it. This was a navy ship not a cruise liner, but they too had small bunks.

It was at this moment that Reia tossed the PaDD onto the glass top table and simply shrugged.

He watched the PaDD clatter across the top; at least they made them tougher than older devices and could take that. He frowned. His mother was that way too with them and was typically oblivious. As a teen he did a lot of fixes on things. Was Reia the same way? Despite his own growing frustration he found her shrug in that sheer thing to be sexy. Such a contrast. Scratching his temple he sighed and reached to put his arm around her shoulders and pull her to him.

“Whoever said being married tot he Chief Engineer was going to make interior decorating easy can bit it.”

• Reia

“My only contribution to this place,” he said, then smiled, “besides the mess is the bed and a few things on the shelves and walls. Otherwise it is factory direct.” The toe of his boot scraped the carpet. “I grew up with carpet and more holos on the walls than you’ll find in a museum gallery. Dad liked gadgets but couldn’t work them for the life of him. Between my sister and I we were classic messies.” He paused. “What do you imagine?”
- Dagen

Reia stopped and looked at her new husband. If they stayed this way, in this particular position, for too much longer, they would end up not redesigning the place again and she had promises Mary Jameson that she could take over the quarters Reia was vacating in 48 hours.

“Something with a little warmth. Something that looks like two people who love each other live here. Keep the carpet if you like, I can get over that but, I would at least like to movemy shelving unit in. I like the way the candles reflect off of that particular type of glass and that’s where I have all of my family photos you know?”

Reia had added that last bit a little snarkily.

• Reia

Dagen looked around. Looked warm to him. The temperature was good. It was warm enough. Yes, he could listen to the memories of Lin and her sense of decor and all that but damn it, he helped design the place. Sure he hadn’t put much effort into his quarters. There were other things to do than decorations. He had a lot of reading to do and a department to run and for these last months his new wife to court. What was she doing talking about a shelf. Bring it over. She was more of an interest to him than what there was. But it was her last statement that caught him up short. Which contrasts with her tone.

He stood up suddenly and looked around trying to see where it would fit. Of course it would but he wasn’t much of a decorator. Designer yes. “Okay,” he said in a way that may have been a touch too placating. “I get it.” He did. Family and history was very important to Trill. He shrugged. “Lets get them over and whatever else. You can collect the small things and I can get the boys to help me take the rest in a few days.”
- Dagen