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Crashing the pad (Tag Randy, Closed Thread)

Posted Nov. 2, 2021, 8:56 p.m. by Ensign Randal 'Randy' Farquharson (Head Nurse) (Brian Richards)

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When Randy got back to their quarters that day, it would be rather obvious that Rand wanted a favor. She’d managed to not only have his favorite whisky to add to his Scottish coffee, but she had his favorite meal as well. AND she’d had all his clothes laundered and that softener added that he loved the scent of so much. But the cherry on top of the whipped cream on top of the cake, was a plate of fresh baked Scottish scones, and not just any scones but their grandmother’s recipe.

As he walked in the door Rand looked up from her desk, “Hi Randy! How was your day? Any gossip to share? Are you hungry? I have dinner!”

Rand, sister needing a favor

Randy entered the quarters after a long day, plenty of irritations and more than enough problems with persons guilty of not following safety protocols! He walked in and let out a sigh that would knock over anyone in the room till he was stopped in his tracks. There was something…wrong… Not bad wrong, but out of the ordinary. He smelled the blend of food, spiked coffee, scones, and clean laundry heavenly. “Rand.... you doing ok?” He said before he heard her barrage of questions. He let a smile form on the corners of his lips as he said “Oh do I have stories to tell, and you know I could eat a horse! Let me get some of that coffee in me and I’ll spill the tea.”

Randy, brother able to offer a favor

Rand grabbed a coffee off the counter and set it down on Randy’s bedside table, because she knew, no matter how much Randy loved those boots, they were coming off after a long shift. Then she reached into the dresser and tossed him his favorite chocolate hued satin nightgown. Then she grabbed the plate of scones off the table and brought them around setting them next to the coffee. Then back she went and on a tray set on the bed next to him was his favorite dinner, she picked up her own coffee and curled up on her bed and sipped it while he began to spill.

Rand listened while Randy gushed about his day and laughed at the antics. But she could tell some of it was frustrating for him. The lack of caution and some blatant ignoring of safety protocols. Randy and Alden had no idea how much they really were alike. But that brought her back to exactly why she was buttering her brother up. And from the look on Randy’s face he knew what she was doing, and that look of his never failed to get her to spill. “I need a favor and it’s really important, and it’s not really a favor to me but for someone else. And it’s really important, and you are the only one who can do it. I know you don’t really want to hang out with this person, but this is why you wanted to come out here, serve on a ship Randy so…please?”

Rand

Grabbing the robe out of the air he sat on the edge of the bed and got comfortable, those fashionable boots tossed to the edge of the end table and he was now clad in some silk boxers, a pair of leggings over the top, his bathrobe and a thick golden chain with a medallion of the family crest adorned. Now for the most part looked like he was fresh off the set of a 1970’s….. film….. but it was the mood he was in and he just wanted to feel a little extra indulgent today.

He was holding court as it where, but it was a show. He would literally go to the ends of the galaxy for his sister and he looked o er one of the scones, as though pondering “ Cad é atá de dhíth ort uaim?” He munched down on the scone and said, “You know… I know every time you want something. You’re the farthest from subtle! Remember when you wanted me to take the fall for you crashing the car when we were 14? What did you bribe me with…..”

Randy

Rand turned red, “I had to hook you up with Iona Kerr, and do your history paper and go on that double date with you and Iona with Hamish. It was aweful! And you ended up getting into it with Hamish because he was…less than a gentleman. Didn’t he and Iona end up going out after that? Quite a pair. She wasn’t good enough for you.” She picked up a scone and gave it to him. “Cook let me use the galley to make them so they should be pretty good.” Randy was going to drag this out, she knew, she’d owe him for it. He’d feel bad extracting a price once he knew what was going on, but she’d gladly pay the return favor.

Randy rolled his fingers into his lap and gave the most, shall we say, a pleased smile he could that was a wonderful blend of smug and care he could. “I think they’re still together if I remember, Iona just had a daughter not too long ago and Hamish wanted to settle down after uni. I think he told me he had moved over to Ireland to work on some estate near Belfast. You know he was a right sod in those days, I know we were all kids but he wasn’t kind or subtle in any way around you and didn’t take no for an answer!” He grabbed the scone and took a bite, “Dia ghràdhaich tha iad sin math” he let slip before smiling at his sister.

”” Rand paused and looked at him. “It’s Lt Cmdr Alden. A couple weeks ago I noticed his reports, his…work, was off. Incomplete, not done at all, sometimes the things he wrote didn’t even make sense. He didn’t even notice when I gave him back the reports to fix. At first I thought it was just nothing. It happens sometimes. But it got worse so I…I confronted him about it.” Of course Rand confronting someone wasn’t like a normal person. It had been difficult despite her working with in protocols and being required to say something. “He…he admitted he was having trouble sleeping, so I gave him some of grandmum’s tea.” She didn’t tell Randy she’d been doing this nightly since then. If Randy asked she’d admit it, but she wasn’t sure how her ‘big brother’ was going to feel about it. “He didn’t tell me why at first, but eventually he did. He agreed to talk to you about it, but he asked me to tell you what…what was going on and ask you to come talk to him.” She tucked her hand behind her back, she was nervous and anxious.

“Morair milis uile-chumhachdach Rand! Chan e dìreach beagan ‘cuideachadh’ a tha seo don chomanndair an e?” He stood up and took a few paces around the room as a whirlwind of thoughts ran through his head from insolence to aggression to weirdly joy. He stopped and put his hands on her shoulder and took a deep breath in before letting it to to the left before looking her in the eye. “Alright, you want me to be a good counselor so I will. Give me a moment to put on my face” Randy said as he popped into the bathroom and grabbed his sister’s makeup kit and did a quick bit of eyeliner and a smattering of lipgloss before kissing his reflection in the mirror before popping out and grabbing one of Rand’s PaDD’s and pulled out the stylus and said, “The counselor is in. So. How long have you been helping Roman, and if you’re comfortable and he’s given you permission can you tell me why he’s being kept up?”

When Randy asked, she told him, what Roma....Lt Cmdr Alden had told her.

(OOC: Cross posting from different thread to maintain accuracy) Finally the words came to him, and he found himself telling her a story of his own. A story of another starship and a friend, a childhood friend. He recounted the details of the attack, from the time he was at the bridge’s science station, and their sensors picked up the Klingon battle cruiser, to when their standoff continued and he switched off with one of his crewmates and resumed his work in the lab (he really had always been a workaholic), to the first shot, and how the Ardent, a scientific discovery vessel, had not the defensive nor offensive power to combat a Klingon warship. They traded several blows ship to ship before the Ardent was left disabled. It was assumed that they were attacked due to something they had been studying that the Klingons were interested in, but the true reason remained unclear.

He paused briefly and took a deep breath before he continued, his grip tightening around her hand. It was believed the reason was something they were studying because the Klingons didn’t stop at disabling the ship’s engines. Once there was no fighting back, the hull in the science section was breeched by Klingon phasers, leading to the death of thirty-two officers, mostly science and medical personnel and injury of eighteen more (including himself). Because the ship had been in a remote part of space, and their communications had been damaged, their distress had gone unnoticed for a full month before the ship was found and the remaining crew rescued. Lack of medical personnel and supplies led to the deaths of some of the more severely injured officers, including a close personal friend of Roman’s with whom he had grown up.

Recounting the story seemed difficult for him, and at several moments he paused to compose himself. Finally he explained that the reoccurring memories were the cause of his sleep disturbances. And then he looked to her expectantly, unsure what he expected her to do or say.

Rand looked at Randy, “He needs your help, Randy. I know you don’t really like him, but situations like this are exactly why you wanted to serve on a star ship. To stop this kind of trauma from destroying good officers.” She wasn’t begging....yet.

Rand

Randy listened and took notes upon notes and when Rand was done he stood and rummaged in the drawers under his bed. He produced 2 glasses and a bottle of green semi fluorescent liquid and poured each to a third full. “Randy I might not like Roman at all. I mean come on… He’s English… But you’re right, I want to help people and Starfleet has been terrible at supporting the mental health of it’s crew and I want to change that. I hope he comes to me. And yes I’ll be wearing more than boxers and a bathrobe when he shows up, but as much as it pains me… I’ll help him.....”

Randy


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