Posted by Civilian Thyr Th’arialat (Resident) in Side sim: Dinner at Jezem’s

Posted by Civilian Jezem (Upstanding Citizen) in Side sim: Dinner at Jezem’s

Posted by Civilian Thyr Th’arialat (Resident) in Side sim: Dinner at Jezem’s
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It had been a week and a half since Shivan had seen Jezem. And a lot had happened in that week. Shivan’s shop was… Not exactly set up, but he’d used the metal and materials Eryn had left to start him off with to make some of his first merchandise. His injury was doing better, still sore, but at little risk of reinjury.

During the over a week Jezem was gone, Shivan had stayed at the apartment above his shop. Now that he was back… Well, Shivan remembered how Jezem had acted before he left and decided to drop by. He considered just walking in like he still lived there, but instead, he decided to be polite and rang the doorbell of the stately house his friend and his friend’s husband lived in. Judging by the time, Argam should be home and Jezem should be finishing cooking, unless their schedule had changed.

~ Thyr

The door chime, a soft series of musical notes, rang and Jezem looked up from the kitchen counter. Before he could do anything, Argam hopped up from the living area couch, “I’ll take care of it, dearest.” Jezem resumed his artful plating of their dinner, but kept an eye on the door just in case. Argam opened the door and smiled upon seeing Shivan, “Thyr! Come in, come in. You don’t have to ring the bell, we’ve told you many times you are welcome. But come in, we were about to start dinner.” The Ferengi lead the way across the threshold and to the new dinning table.

Jezem pulled a third plate from the cabinet and began to plate the food. Tonight’s dinner consisted of a savory, meaty curry served over caramelized chunks of starchy vegetables. Made with enough Orion spices to make even Jezem’s eyes water. He placed fresh sprigs of mint-tasting herbs on top and poured three glasses of a thick yellow drink that could soothe the fiery burn of orion spice. Jezem balanced the plates and a tray for the drinks on his arms and carried them over to the table.

“You look healthy and remarkably in one piece,” Jezem casually commented while setting the table.

Jezem

Shivan stepped into the house and followed Argam. So they really did replace the table. Then again, if he were obscenely rich, he probably would too. He took his usual seat. “I am capable of taking care of myself.” As long as ordering cheap takeout and not getting knifed counted as taking care of oneself. “Where’d you go? You disappeared for a week.”

~ Thyr

“Of course you are,” Jezem answered in his best patronizing tone. He did note that Shivan seemed to be healing well, and boasted no new injuries. That’s good. He was worried. Not worried enough to hire a tail on the Andorian or talk Argam into dropping by, but still. It was nice to see Shivan well. Jezem took his seat beside Argam and began to eat, “I went off-world visiting several of the nearest trade hubs and stations.” He began, “Made a few inquiries, lined a few pockets, and called in a few favors. I hoped to learn how far the Syndicate was on your trail.”

Little did Jezem know it was to someone else’s credit that Shivan boasted no new injuries. He’d nearly gotten into a fight with a Klingon and been rescued… By a Starfleet psychiatrist. His luck truly could not be worse. Shivan chuckled darkly. “After my final job went south… I had to cross them pretty good to save my own backside. We can hope they’re nowhere near finding me.”

He paused to take a few bites of curry, “I couldn’t find much but I learned a bit about their movements. They’re not active in this sector, just so you know. I’m also happy to tell that you’re getting your money’s worth out of that identity. And that you owe me, I took the time to clean up your trail some and strength your fake’s legitimacy.” The heat of the curry made Jezem’s eyes well with tears. Jezem took a long gulp of his drink to bring cool relief.

Jezem

Shivan visibly relaxed a little at the news. “Good. I.. I didn’t have time to tidy everything up, so thank you.” Finally some luck on his part. They weren’t close. They weren’t active here. And his new identity was throwing them off. He took a bite of the curry. It was hot and Shivan’s eyes welled too but he ate without complaint, taking a second bite before a drink of his beverage.

~ Thyr

“Eryn is the type to keep her word. With her keeping your other debtors off your back that means we have time to plan.” Jezem stabbed one of the crispy vegetables with a bit too much force. While out and about Jezem attempted to make contact with some of his old associates but no luck. All of his points of contact were either out of date or no longer associated with the person he hoped to reach. When he and Argam cleaned house in preparation for life in Federation space, he’d cut all his non-Syndicate connections without second thought. “How is the shop coming along? What is your break even point? Have you vetted your suppliers?”

Jezem