Posted by Civilian Jezem (Upstanding Citizen) in Side sim: Safety Risks

Posted by Civilian Thyr Th’arialat (Resident) in Side sim: Safety Risks

Posted by Lieutenant Séan Iven (Counselor) in Side sim: Safety Risks
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Today was the day he was supposed to meet Séan, and Jezem had insisted on coming with. Shivan was at his shop, finishing up what he’d been working on while waiting for Jezem to show. Then they’d meet Séan together at the meeting place Shivan had designated a week ago. The time and place were decided at the end of the previous meeting, in order to keep the meetings private, so no one would catch Séan and “Thyr” meeting up.

He was trying to put into practice some of that business garbage Jezem had made him sit through, but he was simply frustrating himself. Sitting in front of his shop books, he was trying to set up inventory like Jezem had said. It was this that he was working on while he waited.

~ Thyr

Jezem waltzed into the storefront, dressed in what passed as casual for him: a long silk loincloth with a silver netting over top. White leather straps that wrapped around his shoulders and chest, leaving little diamond shaped gaps that revealed emerald skin beneath and enough gold jewlery to make a Ferengi’s head spin with envy. The orion’s skin was perfectly smooth and green, all thanks to a quick trip to the local hospital and half an hour under a dermal regenerator. The hospital staff hesitantly accepting his story off “A friend and I were sparing together and got a little carried away”.

“Look at you, hard at work,” Jezem smirked as he came up behind Shivan to look over the andorian’s shoulder. “Seems like you were listening to me and all my precious knowledge didn’t slip out of your head,” Jezem leaned back and took in the space around them. What a dull place. Eryn picked a rather good location, but unless the shop matched the quality of those around it then it could fail to gain any traction.

Jezem

Shivan, meanwhile, looked like he’d gone a few rounds with a Klingon. His body was sore and stiff still, and aging bruises lined his arms. There was a bruise on his cheek. He was wearing the heavy duty clothes Jezem had bought, so a checkered heavy duty shirt and a pair of high quality jeans. If it weren’t for the more regular clothes, Shivan would look like one giant bruise.

The shop was cleaned up, but not yet well organized. Shivan clearly had no idea how to set it up to make it nice like the other shops in the area. It didn’t have a name, yet, either.

He scowled and swatted Jezem away. “I hate this garbage.” He stood from his spot, stretched gingerly, and then looked at Jezem. “Let’s go, before we’re late.”

~ Thyr

“Give it a few weeks, because then you’ll be wondering how you ever got by without it.” That wasn’t even Jezem’s personal bias there, as the former quartermaster of their ship and current manager of Argam’s assests and side-buisnesses. Once the foundations of inventory, supply and cost were laid then everything flowed easy from that. Jezem smirked, knowing that Shivan was still sore and battered after their fight while he was right as rain, “Let’s.” He motioned for Shivan to lead the way.

On the walk to the cafe Jezem talked about the furniture and decor he ordered for the shop. Nothing fancy or ornate, Jezem did some research into what clients expected from a weaponsmith and what styles were attractive to the local customers and kept Shivan’s own personality in mind when ordering. The store decore will be simple, but bold. Colors to evoke the power of the weapons and demand respect.

Jezem

Shivan agreed with whatever he said. If the shop looked half decent and not like a Ferengi got a hold of it, he’d be happy. He led Jezem to a nice looking cafe and stepped inside. Once inside, he checked for Séan.

~ Thyr

Séan was at a table near the rear of the cafe in a corner. He had been here for a few minutes and was sipping at a coffee while reading a PaDD detailing a psych journal’s findings on treating ex-criminals. It was interesting reading and reinforced that while his initial approach was unconventional the path he was taking should work.

He heard the door chime and looked up to see Thyr accompanied by an Orion. His eyes narrowed as he considered the implications and wondered if Thyr’s safety was at risk. No, the Syndicate wouldn’t follow him to a meeting, more likely they’d just have him disappear and send someone to abduct whoever was at the meeting. So after a moments hesitation to think through what might be going on, Séan waved at Thyr to get his attention.

Counselor Iven

Thyr moved over to the table at which Séan sat. He eased himself into the seat across from Séan and left room for Jezem. “Someone wanted to meet you.”

~ Thyr

Jezem took note of the cafe. The entrances and exits, the number of people and staff and where everyone sat in relation to another. All captured in a quick glance and held at the back of his thoughts. His sharp gaze lingered on Séan, cateloguing the human’s physical features, posture, actions. Jezem smoothly slid into the open seat between the two men. Face impassive, “You may call me Jezem.” He said to the human, “Thyr said so many interesting things about you that I had to come and see for myself.”

Jezem

“Jezem.” Séan acknowledged the Orion’s presence but kept his focus on Thyr. He noticed the bruising on what areas of skin he could see. He pointedly looked at Thyr’s bruised cheek for a moment then moved on. “We did not arrange for other guests during our visits. This puts me in an awkward position.”

Counselor Iven