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Various places - Pre-wedding jitters (anyone is welcome)

Posted Feb. 10, 2021, 8:55 p.m. by Ensign T'Lora (Doctor) (Leonora V)

Posted by Ensign Ben Wilkinson (Security Officer) in Various places - Pre-wedding jitters (anyone is welcome)

Posted by Ensign Ben Wilkinson (Security Officer) in Various places - Pre-wedding jitters (anyone is welcome)

Posted by Ensign Ben Wilkinson (Security Officer) in Various places - Pre-wedding jitters (anyone is welcome)
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It was now several days past the holiday celebration and both T’Lora and himself had been busy with regular duties and making arrangements for the reception. A wedding announcement had been sent out to the whole crew and Ben realized that in just a couple of days he would be married to the most wonderful woman in the entire universe. As he wandered down the passageway on deck 8, he was greeted by several crewmembers who congratulated him or teased him about his days of freedom were numbered. He continued to check various areas of the ship in a random manner, as developing a pattern was often detrimental to his job. As he poked into a cross passage, he thought about his DH LCdr McGregor, he had seemed a little “off” the last day or so and Ben had tried to take on more of the routine office work in an attempt to ease the pressure a bit. He sighed as he headed back to the Security office, then smiled when he thought of T’Lora as he felt the engagement pendant with his fingers where it hung around his neck, under his uniform.

Ben SO

Just then the tall auburn haired CSO came around a corner, almost barreling into Ben.

“Excuse me Ensign but please pay attention to where you are going!” David grumbled, his tone a little snippy. Then man gave an exasperated sigh and shook his head begrudgingly.

“I apologize,” David said. “I didn’t mean to snap at you.” He paused, eyeing Ben. “You seem rather distracted.”

-David Michaels, CSO

As Ben rounded the corner he was nearly run into by someone, his immediate reaction was to fall into a ready stance, prepared to either defend or attack, this was just muscle memory not anything he consciously thought about. He recognized the CSO and relaxed. “Sorry sir, I am a bit distracted, I’ve got a wedding coming up and my DH seems to have a problem of some sort, not quite his usual self. ” What bothered Ben the most was the fact that he hadn’t been aware of the CSO approaching around the corner, something he normally would have caught. He would have to pay closer attention to his surroundings,

Ben SO

“Wedding… right…” David said, his expression softening and his eyes getting a faraway look in them. “Riley would have loved a wedding…” He looked sad for a moment, but then seemed to snap out of it, shaking his head.

“I can understand being distracted,” David said. “I’m sure you have a lot of preparation to go through.” He paused, looking at Ben curiously. “Have you tried speaking to Lieutenant McGregor about your concerns? I have always found him to be an excellent department head and a rather reasonable man.”

-David Michaels, CSO

“I haven’t approached him directly about anything, I’ve just tried to take over some of the more mundane tasks we do to try and let him have more time to deal with whatever is bothering him.” Ben sighed. “I can’t really put my finger on anything, he just seems a bit preoccupied at times.”

Ben SO

“I’m sure he would welcome the conversation,” David said. “Taking initiative is always welcomed from a department head, trust me.” He gave Ben a quick smile. “So, feeling the wedding jitters are we? Maybe there’s some way you can let go of your nerves and clear your head a bit. What are some of your hobbies?” David didn’t know too much about Ben, but helping people to have a good time was always something he was good at. Maybe it was the part of Riley that he still kept inside him, but lately he had been feeling very intuitive about people’s emotions. If there was some way he could help Ben, he would do his best to try.

-David Michaels, CSO

Ben reflected for a moment on what the CSO had said. “I think I will talk to him about it, just tell him that I’ve noticed that something has been bothering him and can I do anything to help.” Ben felt relieved to have made a decision, his DH might tell him to mind his own business, but at least he had tried. ” I don’t know if you’d call it a hobby, but I’ve studied martial arts since I was around five and try to collect antique weapons on a limited basis.” Ben was beginning to like the CSO. He seemed like he genuinely cared.

Ben SO

Ben was back in his quarters going over what he felt was necessary before the wedding, which was only a day or two away. He and T’Lora had sent a general invitation to the entire crew and Ben had made arrangements for the reception in the lounge. He still didn’t know what to wear, as he had no idea what T’Lora was going to wear. He needed to talk to her, so he headed for sickbay.

Ben SO

Ben arrived in sickbay and began looking for T’Lora. Several of the nurses and medical techs knew him by now and he exchanged greetings as he delved deeper into sickbay.

Ben SO

BUMP
OOC: Sorry, as per usual, rez clinic work is constant.
IC:

T’Lora smiled to Ben with a slight sigh, having taking two duty shifts in a row. “Hi Ben.”
-T’Lora (Equally as tired as her player)

OOC: Glad you’re back. Appreciate what you do.

Ben greeted T’Lora with a smile. “Glad I found you, I have a couple of questions. What were you planning on wearing to the wedding, and V’Lath said he wanted to talk to us about a wedding gift, know anything about that at all ?” He took T’Lora’s hand in his “You look tired, how about I walk you to your quarters and I can give you a shiatsu massage and you can rest ?” Ben looked closely at T’Lora and she actually had bags under her eyes....., they were cute bags though.

Ben

“Two shifts in a row and someone managed to break their ankle falling out of a Jefferies tube.” She blinked at him for a moment, thinking. “I have off duty clothing, you know. I’ll wear the usual ceremonial regalia for my clan.” She began walking humming slightly as she thought. “V’Lath… I don’t know. He seems unusually invested in this, but I would not be surprised if he has simply become attached to me. Vulcans growing up on Earth tend to flock together.” She turned to Ben quickly, his words having caught up to her. “What are you planning on wearing?”
-T’Lora

Ben was concerned that T’Lora was so tired, knowing that Vulcans were usually more resilient than humans, plus he was really curious about what V’Lath wanted. He finally realized that T’Lora had asked him a question. ” I think that since you’re going to be wearing ceremonial clothing I may wear my robes from my martial arts background, they are only worn on special occasions and I can’t think of anything more special than our wedding. ”

Ben

Ben had left T’Lora sleeping soundly in her quarters after working the knots and tension out of her back and shoulders. She had actually fallen asleep as he kneaded the neural nodes in her neck and shoulders, he had covered her in a light blanket and dimmed the lights as he left. Now in his own quarters he carefully unfolded his formal robes, they consisted of a loose fitting pair of pants worn under a thigh length inner robe with a high collar, these were black in color with deep blue piping, there was a broad red sash that was worn around the waist with a broad black belt holding it in place. Over this was worn a long black robe, worn open in the front, going around the wide sleeves were four dark red stripes denoting his place as fourth rank or Dan. He looked the robes over and decided they would contrast well with T’Lora’s ceremonial garb.

Ben

Ben had checked and rechecked everything he could think of, invitations sent out-check, reception prepared for-check, clothing clean and ready-check, Captain doing ceremony-check. He was as far as he knew ready for the ceremony.

BUMP
Ben SO

T’Lora dressed in the traditional white robes of her people, golden lettering detailing her family line upon the hem of her sweeping sleeves. The back of her robes was a very different story. Rather than the mostly empty expanse found on most, or the less common lettering of hope or some other ideal, T’Lora’s robes held a sweeping landscape, painstakingly embroidered. A large tree rose through the center, straight up her spine, growth written in the branches in swirling Vulcan script. Her hand lingered on the bracelet Ben had gifted her fondly. After the marriage, she would transfer it to her non-dominant hand instead of her right wrist.
-T’Lora


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