Posted by Civilian Caitlyn Dillon (Director, The House Sanctuary) in Hyrushi Residence - Immigration of New Possibilities

Posted by Civilian Kenzo B’tren-Hyrushi (Governor) in Hyrushi Residence - Immigration of New Possibilities

Posted by Civilian Caitlyn Dillon (Director, The House Sanctuary) in Hyrushi Residence - Immigration of New Possibilities
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The day had been busy for the Governor of Oed V. In addition to the usual meetings and negotiations; there had been an inordinate number of ‘fires’ to put out. Towards the middle of the afternoon, those dealing with him- and who knew him- could sense that he was more direct in his dealings with others than normal; as if the constant interruptions to the schedule (which were the norm) were a particular inconvenience that day. Only his aide, Dorma Fen, knew what was happening; and she had taken the role of gate-keeper to the next level so that the Governor’s official duities for the day ended precisely at four pm.

Governor Kenzo B’tren-Hyrushi had a date.

That fact alone would have been enough to set the social pages aflame (if they ever knew, which they wouldn’t) but coupled with the fact that the date was with not only someone he had just met the day before, but also with someone who had literally just arrived on Oed V that same day? The whole gossip column industry on Oed would have collapsed under the weight of the activity.

So it was that at four-o-one pm, Hyrushi was standing in his private residence atop the Presidium Towers; a pair of thirty-eight story cylindrical residential buildings with pedestrian spans on the fifth, tenth, twenty-fifth, and thirty-second levels connecting the two buildings. The top of both buildings was a single three-story penthouse apartment that spanned the distance between the two towers.

The apartment itself was luxurious: formal dining room, professional kitchen, large seating area, six bedrooms and three bathrooms for guests, and a wholly separate office made up the first floor. The kitchen and dining room were separated by walls of transparent aluminum framed in dark wood that doubled as a wine cellar. Floor to ceiling racks of wine filled the walls interior and kept the bottles safe and cool. Sliding walls similar to the ancient Japanese style of Earth made up the rest of the floor.

Outside of the confines of the first floor was a truly immaculate and large garden-slash-grove of bamboo and fragrant flowers and shrubs with an infinity pool at the far end surrounded by a wide patio complete with chaise lounges and tables for entertaining. A small bar was also set off to the side. Inside the garden was a large pond filled with with koi, accented by a small natural stone waterfall and crossed by a wooden bridge over it’s center. Paths meandered through the garden and the entirety was bordered by transparent, ten foot high walls that provided both safety and security. Tucked away at the end of one of the paths was a small shrine.

A broad, curving staircase in the center of the first floor led to the second and third levels of the residence. The second floor was a few more bedrooms, each with their own baths, as well as a small communal seating area. The third floor was the Master Suite. A large bed on a raised section of floor was set into the corner where the floor to ceiling windows met, allowing for an almost two hundred and fifty degree view of the city. Walk-in closets off each side of the interior of the room curved to match the outside of the top floor’s curvature, making both closets into a kind of hallway to the Master bath. Dual sinks set into black Tellarite marble sat opposite a large bathtub capable of holding at least four adult humans set into the floor. Next to the tub was a large sonic and water shower separated by transparent (but capable of being made opaque for modesty’s sake) walls. The water fell from heads located in the ceiling, so the shower-ee was made to fell like they were standing in the rain.

The place was clean, well maintained, and privately owned by Hyrushi himself. It had been purchased through a multitude of intermediaries and shell companies the day he had been named Governor. Kenzo had a desire for privacy, and to that end he spent little time in the ‘official’ Governor’s residence. In fact, in the almost two years he had been on Oed, he had set foot inside the mansion exactly four times, and all for official functions. But everyday, a slider left the Government Tower and went to the Residence, giving the appearance that he stayed there.

Kenzo madebhis way to his bedroom, went into one of the closests, and pulled out a well-tailored but more relaxed outfit: a pair of gray slacks, blue dress-shirt, cufflinks, and a soft gray blazer. He set the outfit on the bed and then went back downstairs.

Entering the kitchen, he started to prepare the dinner for the evening. Sashimi was cut, maki ingerdients were prepared and set for assembly, miso soup simmering, and gyoza were all prepared and made ready for their meal. He then went out the sliding wall from the seating area onto the patio and set a table for two. Saki bottles, one warm and one chilled, sat ready. Tea was set and ready to be steeped, and small tea lights set the scene; even though he knew she would not see it, he still wanted it to be perfect. Taking a final look around, he nodded in satisfaction and went upstairs to shower. At 6:35, he walked back downstairs, made sure everything was ready, put on soft music ( https://youtu.be/lyieFu7BnHE?si=geLYnU38KuM-fnld ), and then closed his eyes and felt for her arrival.

Hyrushi, Nervous? Excited? Both?

Caitlyn was a Wreck. Alathide had made her a beautiful new outfit. Well actually she wasn’t surebit was beautiful, but everyone said so. It felt beautiful thought. Black satin harem pants with an overlay of blueblack chiffon and a midnight blue silk shirt that shimmered as she moved. Caitlyn wanted something pretty, but modest. The shoulders were chiffon and more flaps than anything. It had a low turtleneck, almost a mandarin collar. There was more scaring than just at her eyes, and she didn’t want it to show.

After a shower, Runa had done her hair. It was simple, put pinned up in a way that framed her face but was simple, so if it got messed a little, no one would notice. Runa did not tell Caitlyn that. But as Caitlyn sat and let Runa do up her hair she began to have a panic attack. They had to call Revna.

Revna sat beside her and held her hand. “What am I doing Revna?”

“You are going on a date. Don’t tell me you aren’t ready. You would have fled the restaurant if you weren’t rather than saying yes. And he very much wants to see you.”

“How do you know?” Caitlyn just wasn’t sure. It was so new and uncertain.

“Because he is very busy and he could use that as an excuse to cancel and he has not. Now if you don’t want to go, you don’t have to, but you do have to call and tell him.”

Caitlyn had expected her comm to chirp all day telling her he had to cancel, but he had not. “I don’t want to do that!” She blurted vehemently. Revna smiled, “Then let’s finish getting you ready. Would you like me to do your make-up.”

Caitlyn shook her head, “I hate make-up, but my lips are dry from the wind and dirt outside.” Revna gave her a softly pink tinted chapstick to put on. “You have your comm?” Caitlyn nodded and pulled it out of the pocket Alathide had made into the pants. “Good, I hear the shuttle landing.”

Caitlyn took her hand and picked up her cane. It was soft brushed metal gray with a rolling ball on the end. It would allow her to navigate on her own if necessary. “I’m so nervous.” Revna and Runa shared a smile and hugged her, “It will be alright.”

A short time later, the shuttle landed and she was helped into a slider that drove her through the city to his building. Before she exited the slider she sent Capall a quick note that she had arrived. She was checked in to the building and then directed to the private lift. She was an absolu t e bundle of nerves and butterflies and anticipation that Kenzo could feel from blocks away.

Dillon, Director, The House Sanctuary

“So it’s not just me.” he said to the no one else that was in the house.” and he smiled broadly, an expression few if any had ever seen. He walked to the foyer and waited for the lift doors to open. As they did, he said “Hello, Caitlyn. I am very happy you are here. May I take your hand?”

Kenzo

The sound of his voice eased some of the worry. Some of that was she was alone in the lift, and the worry that some stranger might get on with her (despite knowing it was a private lift), the other was that perhaps he had to rush out and wouldn’t be there, or she would get off on the wrong floor. All needless worries, she knew, but ones the flitted through her mind nevertheless.

The cane swept before her, judging the the width of the the door to the lift. She couldn’t suppress her smile though. She reached her hand out for his without hesitation. “I’m happy to be here also. I was worried you might have to postpone.”

Dillon, Director, The House Sanctuary

“A worry we both shared, then” he said as he took her hand in his and set it on his arm, his own hand resting atop hers. “Would you like a tour? I think you may find this space a pleasant one. At least, that is my hope.” and he guided her out of the foyer and into his home.

Kenzo