Posted by Civilian Ragna Idun McKenzie (Future Citizen) in Laying Cornerstones

Posted by Civilian Seamus McKenzie (Future Citizen) in Laying Cornerstones

Posted by Civilian Ragna Idun McKenzie (Future Citizen) in Laying Cornerstones
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Ragna sat in front of the computer, compiling and sorting all the journaling Runa had sent from the colony ship. It at least was giving Ragna something to do. She couldn’t go out and set up for the meadery yet. It wasn’t built, though the construction crew and the city planners had gotten the permits and started. She wanted to go out, but she also knew she would hover. On top of that she was irritable so that would make her rude and show her temper. That wasn’t a good combination.

The hotel gym wasn’t nearly a release enough. She was bored and feeling rather useless. She was supposed to be helping get power and water established on the land Mike and Revna bought, but Mike was being closed mouthed and having her wait. She sat in the penthouse being useless. She rubbed her temples as they began to pound. She stood up from the desk and paced like a caged tiger in front of the too large windows that only looked out at buildings and hover cars and sliders. In a fit of temper she picked up a pillow and threw it across the room. She would have rather thrown the lamp, but that wasn’t easy to clean up. She started cussing in Norwegian, cursing Revna and Runa, Mike and her parents, and Oddvar and anyone else she could think of. She insulted and cursed the colony and lack of anything familiar. She let her temper lose in the confines of her gigantic private non-home. Tossing pillows and anything that wasn’t likely to break.

She threw a tantrum until she could have sworn she heard thunder rumble hard enough to shake the building that sent stabs of pain through her skull. She stumbled into the bedroom looking for wherever they had left the tincture for her migraines. She managed to turn off all the lights and blackout the windows before collapsing on the bed and a haze of pain.

Ragna McKenzie

It was however long later when the curtains were yanked open and Seamus stood over her. “Uh-uh. Nae, lass… we are nae doing tha’ anymore. Ya got nary a reason for a migraine. None. No weather. No pressure systems. No allergens. If’n ya feel like ya wanna hide yer hed and be pissy, go right on. I, on tha other hand, am going ta check out the Farmer’s Market and see how the foundation for the Meadery came out. Ya can join me or ya can cower like a English lass whose afraid a’ gettin’ her hair wet in the rain.” and he stomped out of the room, down the stairs, and began picking up after Hurricane Ragna. “At least she only threw tha’ soft stuff this time…” he mumbled to himself.

Seamus McKenzie

Ragna almost threw a pillow at him. It would have landed accurately too, right between his shoulder blades. She had sworn to Frigga and Idun she would not take her temper out on Seamus. No matter how irritated, mad, crabby, passed, or angry she got, even if it was at him, she would not let it lose on him.

Did he say a farmer’s market and the meadery? This place had a farmer’s market? Ragna glared at the too bright windows and got up. She righted her self, straightened her hair, and slipped into her shoes. She picked up the shawl she had worked so meticulously to make of the new Clan tartan material Seamus had given her. She fingered the charm of Idun she wore around her neck. She has to do better for him. Even if he wasn’t here to to see it, he knew. She said she would try, and all she had been doing was trying to hide how unhappy she was. She was failing miserably.

She wrapped the shawl around her shoulders and pulled her long white-blonde hair loose as she made her way down the stairs. She didn’t say a word as she started picking up the mess she made. She didn’t know how to say what should be said. Or may even she did and her pride was just in the way.

Ragna

The pillow hit her square on top of the head as she bent down to pick up, and it was followed by a deep chuckle. “Ah, I see fair maid has been gifted with a relief a’ what ailed her. Praise the gods and sing the song of celebration!” he said and began singing under his breath some old Scottish song about a man in a kilt who got too drunk to walk and fell asleep in the bushes by the side of the road. The song continued with two women discovering him… and so on a so forth.

Seamus

Ragna gritted her teeth and counted to 10 in 3 languages. It was his singing that really did more to douse her temper. She still threw a pillow square at his backside. Soon she was smirking. The song was outrageous and bawdy. “I’d gave ya more than a blue ribbon.”

Ragna

“That ya would, and that ya have love of mine.” he said with a glance and a smile in her direction. “Now then… since we seem to have corrected the spontaneous eruption of cushions and pillows that seems to have spontaneously materialized in our living room-” and he grinned at her, “- maybe now we can step outside and see what the fair city has ta offer us, eh? And yes… there really is a Farmer’s Market. Form what I hear, its a big ‘un, too. You ready?”

Seamus