Posted by Civilian Jóhann Karlson (Business Owner) in Side Sim- Family Reunion - Docks to The Pale Horse

Posted by Ensign Valkris MacLaren (Security Officer) in Side Sim- Family Reunion - Docks to The Pale Horse
OOC: Anyone that is on Oed V and want to meet Valkris’ parents, feel free to hop in.

IC: Valkris arrived on the Oed V. She stood on the docks, her feet struggled not to move. If she did, she was certain to pace the smooth floor. Her head glanced around for a few seconds. She straightened her red shirt as she continued to wait in place. The tension was so thick she could cut it with a blade before her eyes spotted them.

Her parents.

She knew her father’s long, dark hair. It had braids in several strands down to his shoulder, the top thinning around his head sagittal. His skin was much darker than Valkris from harsh elements and genetic traits. They both shared the same stock build in their frames.

Ka’Pek, son of K’lawuk, walked with purpose toward Valkris. His board figure parted the crowds as he waded through them. Hot on his heels was a much smaller human, settling at about 5‘2”. Her salt and pepper hair was also braided in the back and she glared in annoyance at him.

In comparison, Jani MacLaren felt like a dwarf against her mate. The small woman stepped twice as fast to keep up with his lengthy strides.

When they finally noticed Valkris, she stepped closer and spoke to her father first.

” Qaleghqa’mo’ jIQuch. ( I’m glad because I see you again)”

As she spoke, her mother swept in for a hug. Her arms wrapped tightly about Valkris causing a smile to sprout. Enjoying her mother’s love for a few moments, Valkris let her drift away and kissed her on the forehead. It helped Valkris was about four inches taller than her mother.

“All right, enough speaking in Klingon. I’ve heard enough to last me a lifetime. Especially after the last diplomatic visit.” Jani stated with a firm command.

Ka’Pek appeared about to protest when the small woman spun around to face him. The movement was sudden and there was clear aggression in her stance.

“Don’t you dare argue with me, Ka’Pek.” The spitfire woman warned.

Valkris fought not to laugh. Wisely, Ka’Pek’s lips shut and pressed them into a disapproving frown. Valkris could tell he had considered pushing his boundaries but didn’t for sake of the visit. Or the embarrassment. It was hard to properly read her father some times.

“Now, I’m sure we’re both hungry. So may we get something to eat and we all can catch up?” Her mother’s voice flipped back to friendly one when she addressed her daughter.

“Yes, mom. I was considering the local pub, The Pale Horse. Have you heard of it?”

“I’m afraid I haven’t,” she looked to Ka’Pek who also shrugged to show his ignorance about the place.

“You’ll enjoy it, both of you,” Valkris stated and began to lead the way.

–Ensign Valkris MacLaren, Sec

The Pale Horse was a sizable bar in the style of a Britisih pub, wooden framing with aged brickwork. Tinted windows with elaborate decorations in Nordic Earth style. The sign was wooden decorated with a masterfully handcarved white horse carrying a cloaked rider. Inside there were several booths around the outer walls and a raised platform on the innermost side creating a more private seating area. Several tables were scattered across the main floor. There was an archway going to a backroom were games could be heard, the place was moderately busy. In the center was an Ellipse shaped bar with a tall wall in the middle with multiple bottles of alchohol on shelves attatched to a big mirror on both sides.

Near the entrance a Catian in a red sirt and dark vest sat at a single table with a dark frothy beer next to him, he was reading a PaDD. When the group entered the bar he stood up and smiled at them “Welcome to the Pale Horse, how many?” He asked, on his chest was a nametag marked ‘Mrerr’ but oddly enough he spoke in a liverpool accent.

Mrerr

Valkris could feel her father’s confused look, followed by her mother’s smile. Places like this were interesting to her mother and herself. For her father, he tended to focus on the food. He preferred more Klingon cuisine than Earth so she hoped they had something today that would fit. Most restaurants usually served various cultures to please a wide range of customers.

“Three please,” Valkris stated as she heard Mrerr speak, unfazed by his accent. She suspected most employees had trained to sound similar, primarily to add to the appeal.

–Ensign Valkris MacLaren, Sec