Posted by Crewman Quinn Emery Kindle (Yeoman / RTF) in Starbase Promenade - Cobb invites Kindle for a stroll

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Starbase Promenade - Cobb invites Kindle for a stroll
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Posted by Crewman Quinn Emery Kindle (Yeoman / RTF) in Starbase Promenade - Cobb invites Kindle for a stroll
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Quinn walked beside Zachariah, keeping pace easily, having her hand on his arm, that he had offered her so gentlemanly, allowed her to note his strides and keep pace. The shops of the station were set up like none she had encountered before, she was taking it all in and noted he had passed by more than one bar. He seemed to have a specific place in mind, so she enjoyed the ambience as they walked. Though one shop they were passing by made her turn her head, it was a stall of various yarms. Vibrant colors and looking extremely soft, the stall on the left of it was actual books and games of all types. “I know where I am spending my money later.” she murmured before she looked up at Zachariah, “See anything you’re after acquiring for your collection?” her eyes twinkled with teasing light as she spoke lightly.

Quinn Kindle, Yeoman, RTF, Cobb’s Angel

Zachariah followed her gaze to the hobby stall, then with a wide grin spreading across his face, made a beeline for the yarn.
“What’s this for then, eh?” he chuckled, lifting a ball and unraveling the end a little. “You planning to herd tribbles with this rope?”

As he replaced the yarn, an elderly woman with a rainbow-coloured braid and round silver glasses hurried over and, with an irritated eye roll to his back, tidied the wool back into place. Then, noticing Quinn, she offered a welcoming, if somewhat sympathetic, smile.

But Zachariah’s attention had been fully caught by the games, he whistling excitedly while attempting to extricate a large box from the middle of this jenga tower.
“Gloomhaven!” he roared with raw delight. “As a young lad, this was my favourite game in the whole world!”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Quinn laughed softly, “I don’t think I have played that what type of game is it?” she asked avoiding answering his question about what she intended to do with the yarm, her cheeks pink, “How many players do you need for it?” she figured the more questions she asked the more likely he would forget her interest in the yarm at least for a short while. Besides she loved playing games even if they were old games.

Quinn Kindle, Yeoman, RTF, Cobb’s Angel

OOC: Sorry, with your mention of games I couldn’t resist bringing one of my favourites into the post, hehe!
OOC: Love it gives a chance to learn a bit more about his likes besides good whisky and scotch. :)

With the box cradled in his arms like a precious artifact, Zachariah rejoined Quinn and held out his prize for her to inspect.
“Four players is best,” he informed her, before adding with a lamentatious edge, “although it can be played with just one.”

His hand thrusting into his pocket, he withdrew a fistful of credits and presented them to the store keeper. “For this. And also,” he turned to flash a smile at Quinn, “for whatever yarn my lady here would like.”

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Quinn grinned cheekily back at him, “Are you sure you want to do that?” A good crocheted project could take as many as 10-20 skeins of yarn depending on the stitch pattern and thickness of the yarn in question. Though she wasn’t great at it in any case she kept trying though. Though if she was careful in her selections she could easily mix it with what she had left in her quarters. To come up with a vivid creation of numerous colors without clashing with the hues.

Quinn Kindle Yeoman, RTF, Cobb’s Angel

For a brief moment, an expression of panic flashed across Cobb’s face, his eyes examining his mountain of credits and wondering if they would be enough. But a gentle laugh from the storekeeper put him at ease.
“Aye, go right ahead,” he nodded to Quinn. “What are you planning to make with it all?”

Waiting patiently for Kindle to make her selections, Cobb stepped back out onto the promenade and glanced in the direction of the bar. He was more than ready for a drink or several after this brief shopping excursion.

• Captain Zachariah Cobb

Quinn chose seven different skeins being very careful of her selections and mindful of the price, she figured she could always come back another time and get more if she needed it but the ones she picked out would defininately blend well with what she had already in her quarters. “Thank you very much and you’ll see when I get it finished.” she brought the rest of the credits and her newly aquired skeins of yarn to him. “Ready to hit the bar and tell me what the meeting was about?” she asked looking up at him with a smile.

Quinn Kindle, Yeoman, RTF, Cobb’s Angel

“Aye,” Zachariah replied, his previous cheerfulness suddenly dissipated. “There is a reason I am steering you towards the bar before discussing that meeting.”

Silent now, he led the way out of the store and back onto the main promenade, the once vibrant sights and sounds of the merchant deck now all but invisible. Reaching the bar, he ordered an old fashioned for himself and whatever Quinn desired and then, with her hand in one of his and his drink in the other, they exited the bar area and stepped out onto the area known as the ‘patio’.

Such was the impressive beauty of this area that, for a moment, Cobb almost forgot about the earlier meeting. And indeed it could be said that, along with the crow’s nest, this was architecturally one of the most unique areas on the entire station. The whole space was approximately 30 x 30 ft, with the leftside edge curved to follow the circular station, and filled with self-cleaning tables, chairs and comfortable seating. But the true magic of the patio lay not in its furnishings, but in its position on the exterior of the station. Only a thin forcefield dome held back the surrounding space, its transparent and intangible composition allowing a wholly unobstructed view of the nebula, of the crow’s nest and, far off in the distance, of the docking bay nursing the Leviathan. The effect was truly one of being ‘outdoors’, one with the stars and the gasses and dark matter. One with the truly undeniable beauty of the universe.

And for several moments the captain fell into silence, his eyes drinking in every inch of the view. And somewhere a small boy stood, lonely and alone, on a windswept beach on Nantucket, and gazed back up at him.

• Captain Zachariah Cobb