Posted by Civilian Karilan Massat (Owner, Quill and Parchment Books) in Dasca’s Apartment - Let Us Make Mr. Melvil Dewey Proud

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Dasca’s Apartment - Let Us Make Mr. Melvil Dewey Proud

Posted by Civilian Karilan Massat (Owner, Quill and Parchment Books) in Dasca’s Apartment - Let Us Make Mr. Melvil Dewey Proud

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Fen shrugged nonchalantly and said that is up to Karilan. I’m here to learn from them as much as do the technical stuff.” and he grinned, as did Karilan. “I have a more-than-passing familiarity with Star Fleet Security. I am anticipating that in the time frame.” and they chuckled softly. They looked at Fen and said “Well? Go get the tools. Lets get measurements and start drafting.” and the young Antican scurried out of the room.

Massat

Eela couldn’t help but grin as Fren left. She turned in a circle for a moment and let her mind truly envision what this space might look like. “Just so you know, no matter how lovely you help me make this space, Karilan, I’ll still be coming by the Quill to work in my nook.” It really wasn’t her nook, but she automatically thought of it that was for reasons she was beginning to understand more deeply in recent days. It was about safety. To be herself, to be seen or not be seen as she chose. Here on Oed she was essentially on display and there could be many ways that it could work against her if she came across in the wrong way. But not in Massat’s beautiful shop. Not there where a treasure trove of information and stories resided next to fantastic coffee.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

Karilan smiled and said “I would hope so. I’d hate to think that our work cost us the privaledge of your company. If that were the case, I would be forced to drastic means to ensure we could still speak. I might have to threaten to close down the coffee bar.” and they laughed. “Besides, there should be enough space in what we are building that you will be able to increase the size of your collection. So you will of course still need to come by.” and they smiled.

Massat

She chuckled. “Don’t tempt me or anything,” she said dryly.

A few days later, Eela arrived mid-day between meeting, determined to not only have lunch at home (she had some soup she could reheat from the other night) but also check on the progress. As she stepped into her foyer, she could hear the work going on and was grateful that they had agreed to have a hard end time of 1700 hours so that she could still do physio with Jal’na.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.