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Tomorrow, 2000, Holodeck 3. Dress warm. XOXO, Mike

Posted May 3, 2021, 2:12 p.m. by Lieutenant Revna Edman (Counselor) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Civilian Michael ‘Big Mike’ McKenzie (Bartender - Mike’s Place) in Tomorrow, 2000, Holodeck 3. Dress warm. XOXO, Mike

Posted by Lieutenant Revna Edman (Counselor) in Tomorrow, 2000, Holodeck 3. Dress warm. XOXO, Mike

Posted by Civilian Michael ‘Big Mike’ McKenzie (Bartender - Mike’s Place) in Tomorrow, 2000, Holodeck 3. Dress warm. XOXO, Mike
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Revna stared at the paper a long time. “Dress warm? What does that mean. He does realize that my standard of cold weather is so far off from the typical person, right?”

Runa shrugged, “No idea, why did you agree to this?” She was enjoying this being on the other foot. She’d given Runa no end of ribbing about D’Vash, but this type of thing was NOT like Revna. “And you were drunk!” Runa snapped suddenly. “Really you can’t breathe, but you were drunk? What came over you?”

Revna finished threading the last 3 beads into her hair. “Can’t tell you, doctor patient confidentiality.”

Runa walked up to her, deceptively calm and spun her chair around, face inches from her sisters, “You’re going on a date with patient?” That was NOT Revna, this pending surgery was getting to her sister obviously. “No, Mike is not the patient.” Runa looked at her like she was crazy. “Okay here, you get cold enough anyway.” She tossed a soft grey green heavy cotton dress at her sister, the neck softly scooped and with a narrow v cut trimmed in red and a knotwork embroidery. “You don’t know this guy he doesn’t have to know about all that,” Runa waved at Revna’s injury. “You know I could go for you. You don’t have to go through with this.” Revna snorted, “Oh yeah I do. Runa I love you, but we haven’t done the twin swap in YEARS, since we were kids. Stop mother hening me.”

Revna slipped the soft fur lined boots on. “Revna…” She took a deep breath, “What Runa?” She slipped the Freya necklace over her head and pulled her hair out from under. “The doctor…”

“Runa stop. I know and I know the risk, but I haven’t got a choice anymore do I? And if the surgery goes wrong I won’t die with a blade in my hand or be carried home on a shield! It’s two dinners.” A full length brown heathered wool jacket slipped over the dress, lined in read cinched with a leather belt and Norse wolves embroidered from the shoulders down. She hugged Runa and kissed her cheek. “You worry too much.” She’d pay for that comment left hanging, but arguing with Runa was an all week thing.

Revna arrived right at 2000 at the holodeck, the doors didn’t open, she tried the controls and that didn’t work either. ‘Alright then. You like secrets and surprises,’ she leaned back against the bulk head, arms crossed, a smirk across her face. It better be cold in there…
Lt Edman

The first thing to happen was the horn. A blast of a hunting horn sounded in the passageway and the doors slid open… and it was cold. Through the doors…

The grin spread, okay the horn was a nice touch, but if they were actually hunting their food she might have a problem…

Stepping through she found herself on a rocky beach. Tall pines covered the land and rose ever higher on each side of the water… water deep and black and cold as was natural in a fjord. A dagger was stuck into a tree next to her, with a piece of parchment pinned with it. In the same elegant handwriting as her note, it said ‘Follow the beach around the bend in front of you.’

The doors closed quietly behind her and disappeared from view. It was cold, wonderfully cold, achingly home sick cold. The water lapping like siren calling to her. She shook her head. It was bit cliché unfortunately. Her love and connection her history was no secret and it was always the first go to, but she’d enjoy the program either way; it was a thoughtful gesture. She walked up to the tree, pulling the dagger free and sliding it into her belt, the parchment folded into her pocket.

Sure enough, the beach turned to the left and out of sight a few yards ahead of her.

As she rounded the bend, there in the water, sat… a longboat. A carved dragon head adorned the front and its tail made up the aft. Shields of green and gray and blue were affixed to the side. At the bow stood a large man… a familiar one… who looked much different as Viking than as a bartender.

Mike was wearing a dark green leather under a brown and gray fur lined cloak. Matching boots and gloves completed the outfit. His Dark brown hair was under the hood, but his beard had been braided and fastened with pewter figures of Mjolnir. He looked down at Revna and said “I see you got my note. Do come aboard, m’lady. We sail for dinner.” and he lowered board down so she could walk up onto the deck.

Big Mike

Revna took in the scene and small dock. A swing arm perched on the end, ropes hanging. Wrapping an arm around the rope, a steady breath, she swung out across, by passing the board. The dagger reappeared, shoved deep into the mast stopping the swing, her feet touching down. She pulled the dagger free flipped it handle out and walked up to him, a grin and wink, “Planks are for cargo. And I think this belongs to you. Found it stuck in a tree.”
Revna

Mike took the dagger and smiled as he simply tossed it aside. “As you wish.” He kicked the plank to the beach and then he put a hand on the small of her back and ushered her to the rear of the deck. There was a mound of furs over a small chair. “Have a seat and get comfy. I’ll get us moving.” and he moved past her and stood on a step that stood him taller than the rails. Grasping the rudder caused the sail to drop and a cold wind blew, pushing them along and away from the shore. Soon they were cutting through the dark waters in the middle of the fjord.

Revna’s movement was subtle, but she clearly added an inch between her back and his hand. However, she let him continue to lead her toward the chair. It wasn’t that she was offended by the gesture, it was polite and sweet, but as she told him the day before, Revna didn’t play games. She had no intention of leading him on. If there was more after two dates, there would be time for such things. But as life would have it, she doubted there would be, and it wasn’t right to give someone false hope. She picked up one of the furs and draped it over the railing, protecting against the frost forming and leaned, arms crossed on it watching the ship move out into the water. A good skipper could move his langskip through water like poetry. Her hands quietly tapped out a drum cadance, but there were no rowers. A grin twitched at the corner of her mouth, instead there was computer programming. Once into the water she returned to the chair, breathing in the icy cold air.

“So… tell me about yourself, Revna. What’s a nice girl like you doing hanging out with a brute like Gravel, anyways?” and he chuckled.

Big Mike

If she didn’t know Mardusk considered Mike a good friend, she’d be insulted on his behalf. Mardusk was the farthest thing from a brute that she could imagine. “More you should ask why he’s hanging out with me.” She grinned, leaning back against the chair, ankles crossed. “Mardusk is probably one of the most insightful people I’ve ever met. He’s not pretentious and has a roaring sense of humor. And it’s nice to find someone who can hold his drink, too.” There was so much more than that, but Revna would not cross the line of Mardusk confidence. Mike may more may not know but it wasn’t Revna’s place to reveal things told to her in her capacity as counselor.

She turned so she could look at him rather than talk over her shoulder. “So tell me Mike, could you sail a langskip without a computer?” She flexed her fingers slightly as the cold began to register. She slipped her hands into sheep lined, thin, butter soft leather gloves.
Revna


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