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S.Sim: Queries without Answers.. and Coffee! (Open)

Posted July 15, 2018, 9:16 a.m. by Civilian George Easter (Head of Construction and Operations) (Russell Watt)

Posted by Civilian Isaria zh’Thavos (Head of Education and Culture) in S.Sim: Queries without Answers.. and Coffee! (Open)

Posted by Civilian Kat Buchanan (Owner of The T & C) in S.Sim: Queries without Answers.. and Coffee! (Open)

Posted by Civilian Isaria zh’Thavos (Head of Education and Culture) in S.Sim: Queries without Answers.. and Coffee! (Open)
OOC: Not sure what I’m doing with this, sort of leaving it open-ended, for character development.. so, feel free to join!
IC:

0500; Present Day

The room was illuminated in the soft glow of the early morning, where the scent of freshly brewed synthetic coffee permeated the air with the natural sense of dawn. The room, itself, was quiet. Nothing beyond the soft whir of the mechanical systems that found homage within it, made up the cacophany of near silence. It was peculiar and yet exhilarating, this odd quiet. So durable was it, that not even the greatest force known to man, could break it. Yet, so fragile it happened to be, that the bullet of a word firing from the barrel of a tongue.. shattered the glass of silence into millions of sharp, jagged pieces that were never quite formed together properly, again.

There were those who welcomed the silence as an old friend, and those who found nothing but horror within it. Then there was the select group of people that discovered silence was both the brim and the bane of their very existence. Isaria Thavos, an enigmatic Andorian, happened to be one of those very people. Situated behind the hard-topped desk placed within her designated office by people unknown, the large creature had her elbow resting against the unbreakable surface beneath her. Her delicate, scarred blue fingers were pressed tightly against her temple, her eyes closed to inhibit the reflective nature of her ill-mannered gaze. A gaze which reflected her worst nightmares, when looked upon in the demonic glass of any mirror.

On mornings like this, where her racing mind did now allow her to sleep beyond the wee hour of 0300, did she find silence to be the demon sitting upon her shoulder, waiting to claw and rip against her skin. A skin, she had hoped to have built up, after so many years of forced ignorance to her past, a past she still didn’t understand. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she forced her eyes open, when she thought she had heard the hiss of the doors separating her from the outside world. She discovered it was only a mere assistant, bringing in files that she had requested the night before.

“Good morning, Miss Isaria. What are you doing up so early?” Her baritone voice, as she was not originally of the gender and sex, filled the ears of the older woman. A smile painted its way across her ever-feminine-becoming features, a characteristic expression that Thavos had grown used to, after all of this time with her.

“I could ask you the same, Dominique.” Isaria was not afraid to use the personal name of one of her assistants, especially when no other ranking officials were around. She was also far too drowsy to bother caring whether or not her titles were personal or professional. To her, it simply had no significance.

“Hmm, I see.” A faint smirk appeared across her features, as she chose to avoid the question just as Thavos had. Flashing the Andorian a knowing grin, she sauntered over to the desk, placing the PaDDs down in front of her. “The files you requested, Miss Isaria.”

“Thank you, Miss Ballock.” Isaria offered a faint smile, which hardly masked the inescapable harshness of her pale, colorless gaze. “You are free to return to whatever you had been doing.”

“Aye,” She made her way for the door, pausing beside it, her hand rested upon the threshold. “You really need to get some sleep, Thavos. Before you start recording the wrong history for this planet,” with another playful wink, the assistant had disappeared from the room, heading back towards her own tasks and problems to attend to.

Do I really look that drowsy? Isaria asked herself, knowing she could have answered the question by looking into a mirror. However, she could not bring herself to move from her chair, nor to make the risk of seeing exactly what she was. Thavos couldn’t explain it, but something felt incredibly wrong to her. Ever since the beginning of the week, where she had begun to experience insomnia worse than she normally did, there had been the looming feeling that there simply was something she was missing. Obviously, she knew there was a portion of her life that she would never get back, but now she was starting to doubt just how permanent that amnesia was, and how and why it was really caused.

Tapping her fingers against her desk, she stole a glance out the windows to her side. By now, the sun had already peaked over the horizon, or so it seemed, returning proper light to the colony. This told Isaria that she had been up for at least a couple of hours, and now would have a full day of work ahead of her. Trying to push the uneasy thoughts from her mind, she rose to her feet, disregarding the PaDDs that had been delivered her. She knew it would have been no use to bother going over them, when she was of such low energy. Well aware that her actual shift didn’t start for another hour or so, she headed out of the building, down towards the T&C Café, in order to grab coffee or green tea or something that would keep this drowsy Andorian from falling asleep.. in the middle of a meeting.

Stepping into the Café, the insomniac threw a glance about the quaint place, to determine just how many people were there. She couldn’t explain it, but whenever she entered a room, she always looked for the amount of people, any and all exits, and the small details that might come of use to her. Some might describe this as an anxious tendency, but Isaria didn’t operate with any sense of anxiety. Others might claim this was a sociopathic move, but she was as neurotic as it got, at times. None of the notable reasons seemed to make sense, beyond that it was a simple habit that she had picked up, over time.

Barely noticing, she shifted her gaze to the counter, to see if the owner or someone else happened to be the one behind it. Making her way over, she looked over the menu to decide just what she wanted to order to boost that ever-decreasing energy of hers.

Isaria
HoEC

The young long-haired brunette owner looked up from the cup of coffee she made for herself. It was early enough to where patrons were few and far between. But the hour was coming soon when she would pick up the pace with people streaming through the doors. For now it was quiet and cozy.

Kat Buchanan looked up from her cup of coffee to greet the new regular to her shop. “Good morning Thavos. What can I do for you?” she inquired as she ensured at the very least coffee and tea were brewed.

-Kat Buchanan, Owner of the T&C

“Hello, Kat. How are you doing, today?” Thavos inquired. This was the only place she liked to get coffee or tea from, simply because of the atmosphere and what it felt like to come in during the early morning hours. “An 12oz straight black coffee, please.” Unlike others, Isaria was the type to drink coffee straight. No additives, no sugar and certainly no creamer. Call her peculiar, but that was her preference.

“Are you ready for the foot traffic to begin?” Thavos inquired, noting the hour in comparison to when most people were heading out to work or whatever they happened to be doing with their lives, that day. The question seemed more comical and friendly than it did as though she needed an actual answer.

Isaria
HoEC

Various others lined up behind Isaria, some humanoid in appearance, some decidedly less so. Sydeboored was one of the latter. He was clearly Ikean, and shuffled along on 4 legs. He was short and broad and it seemed he was of the finest pine, which suggested he was from the landmasses to the north of his homeworld. He was a regular to the coffee shop, and worked within Construction and Operations, specifically within the Housing Approvals sub branch.

Alongside him was one who was most definitely humanoid in appearance. Kanykim was Cardassian, she had a number of sisters, most of whom ran a Training and Finishing School that they called “Keeping Up With the Cardassians”. They presented a regular holoblog which told the alpha quadrant all about their lives and their many loves and romances. Kanykim wasn’t part of the holoblog, a thing that she viewed with disdain and as fake, as fake as the Unreal Desperate Housewives of Betazed. She worked within Construction and Operations as well, just in a different sub branch to Sydeboored, namely Public Transport.

“You need to pay attention more, take more time out at the watercooler, Sy,” she was telling her companion, “I mean, how do you expect to know when the Head’s PA gives birth and that he is the father if you don’t listen to the gossip?”

“I’ve got to much on my plates, my drawers are overflowing, I haven’t had a good oiling in weeks. This 2nd dome has us all rattled in Housing Approvals.” Sydeboored replied, “besides, the watercooler can be dangerous, Leethacher is off work until the stain comes out, and word is that he may not return, but rather be reupholstered instead. And where are we going to find a replacement for him? The new Head, this human called George Easter, has a lot of work ahead of him.”

-Sydeboored and Kanykim, two of the workers under HoM&O


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