Posted by Civilian Jezem (Upstanding Citizen) in Sloane Square- Farmer’s Market (Open to All)

Posted by Civilian Jeannette Mathis (Federation Ambassador) in Sloane Square- Farmer’s Market (Open to All)

Posted by Civilian Jason Reilly (Assistant Director - Colonial Intelligence) in Sloane Square- Farmer’s Market (Open to All)
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OOC: Timeline wise this is after the Press Conference about the Vren and the same day as the bachelorette auction thread.
IC:
They had been dropped off near the Square and Ren slipped their hand into their wife’s, giving a squeeze. Jeannette smiled. As far as new assignments went, Oed was definitely an interesting one. Beyond the work (and the difficult days ahead she expected), there was a vibrancy to the colony that they ere enjoying getting to know. Their son on the other hand, while cooperative, seemed less than enthused.

“Do I have to be here? Can’t I just stay home?” the teen boy grumbled, straggling behind them.
“Well, I suppose you can just hide out back at the apartment like a hermit,” Jeannette said over her shoulder.
Jessie perked up. “Really?”
“No,” Ren said and the adults exchanged a grin. They were a little worried about him settling into life here but it would take time. Until discussions about the permanent embassy had been triggered by the Governor and Lieutenant Governor and things had moved forward in a positive way with the Vren, they hadn’t even been sure they were staying. Now they knew they were and could plan accordingly. At least Jessie had been the one to suggest attending a public school, as complicated as that could be. Jeanette wanted him to have that experience but also wouldn’t have forced it on him. Dragging him out of his room on the other hand she was perfectly fine with.

With security in close proximity the ambassador and her family meandered into the market.

~The Mathis Family

It was at a stall selling local jams and jellies that a voice said “Good morning, Ambassador. Fine day for the market, don’t you think?” The speaker was a striking human man with brown hair and bright green eyes. He was wearing a loose fitting linen shirt and light weight slacks. He had a bag over his shoulder with some breads and fresh vegetables. He smiled at her security and then approached to an arms length distance form her. “Jason Reilly, Ambassador. A pleasure.” and he held out his hand.

Reilly, AD-CIA

Similarly dressed casually, Jeannette almost always had gave the impression that she was dressed to jump into work if needed- which she was. Her blue eyes took him in, searching his face. Then a moment of recognition as she closed the distance and shook his hand. “Mr. Reilly, I do believe we’ve before, at one of the embassy functions on Coridan?”

He smiled and said “I’m flattered, Ambassador. We met for less than two minutes. Either you have a remarkable knack for remembering people, or I had something just awful in my teeth for you to remember me.” and he laughed.

Mathis gestured to her family. “This is my spouse, Ren, and my son Jessie.” Jessie gave a small unenthusiastic wave, though stopping before being impolite. Ren smiled and reached out to shake Reilly’s hand.

~The Mathis Family

Jason took Ren’s hard and said “A true pleasure to meet you both.” as he looked at them and Jessie. He looked back at Mathis and said “Im sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I just wanted to say hello. I hope yiur time on Oed is productive.. its already been eventful.”

Ambassador? Jezem’s eyes flickered from the stall displaying local honey to the next stall over. Ah. A security detail. Must be someone very important wondering through the open and care-free market. He noted number of security, their gear, and proximity to their wards. Ah, whoops. Old habits. Jezem played with a loose strand of dark purple hair. The bright sunlight brought out the natural shimmery green and lilac highlights and warmed his green skin. Of which there was plenty on display. He wore black wrap around halter top that tied together at the waist as a belt over top a black loin cloth. Everything held in place with golden belts, chains and bejeweled embellishments. The sort of free-flowing and revealing garments favored by Orion dancers or thieves.

Of which he was neither. Just a humble citizen on the hunt for fresh food to bring home to make a delicious meal for his husband. Jezem seemed unbothered by the stares he drew and wandered over that jam stall because he thinks he spied something that could be strawberry. Strawberry of any kind was delicious and rare and precious.

Jezem

Jason’s eyes didn’t move from Mathis and her family, but the years spent in his previous life left their mark. He clocked the movement, the skin, and the dress. He made note of the face, .and did a quick assessment for weapons… not thst there was a great deal of hiding space in that outfit.

Reilly, AD-CIA