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A Needed Day Off - Open to any and all

Posted March 29, 2021, 12:37 p.m. by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Civilian Zerbo (Ferengi Representative) in A Needed Day Off - Open to any and all

Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in A Needed Day Off - Open to any and all

Posted by Civilian Astrid Rousseau (Chief Justice) in A Needed Day Off - Open to any and all
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OOC: Astrid has a day off coming up and wants to see some of OED V. So, to interact with some new people, I thought we could do a vacation day for her to make new friends. Join by suggesting a place Astrid should go to and she shall pick one for the day and one for the evening. Ill do a thread for each and you can join!

IC: A day off was rare for the Head of the Judiciary, mostly because she was a bit of a workaholic and because she didn’t have many friends here anymore after a few were transferred off world. Better to keep busy, she often thought but was it really healthy? Probably not. Astrid sighed as she sat down on her couch with her glass of dark wine and pulled up her PaDD. Surely there was something pretty to see or fun to do on OED V. A putt putt golf place, a pretty garden, or a fun themed restaurant perhaps would be the ticket. She had a few days to plan and refused to think about work for that day. What could she find as she scrolled through offer emails and popular advertisements for OED V’s finest establishments and activities? Astrid couldn’t wait to find out and began her search in earnest.

Astrid Rousseau, HotJ

OOC: Astrid seems the type to like fancy restaurants on her one day off a year. Maxwell could be at one

-Sam

Rest and relaxation? Perhaps she could start her day with the spa treatment followed by brunch? In her search, she found what she was looking for, a reportedly excellent day spa with many services and an attached bistro with what looked to be a beautiful outdoor space. It seemed to boast a 5 star chef. She booked her time, spending quite a bit of effort to plan the first part of her day with meticulous care. The treatments offered were a bit overwhelming to begin with but soon she was choosing her massage, facial, manicure, pedicure and hair appointments. By 11 am, she would be completely relaxed, pampered, and looking very nice before enjoying her brunch in the outdoor dining space. She chose a shaded table with a lovely fountain near it.

Come the morning of, Astrid was on her way with quite the anticipation and as per plan, by 11 am, she was being escorted to the seat she had reserved at the lovely outdoor table and she was entirely relaxed for the first time since getting started here. Having just been done, her dark chocolate hair was down. This was unusual as Astrid almost always wore it up in some way. But today her curls flowed freely down her back. She wore a loose dark yellow dress and matching sandals. As usual, her guards were nearby, unobtrusive as they could be while also keeping an eye on their charge.

Astrid Rousseau, HotJ

Not long after she sat, there was a subdued commotion near the front of the bistro. One of her guards moved to investigate and returned a few moments later, the commotion subsided. As he resumed his position, three heavily armed and armored figures came into view and glared across the seating area. Two Kligons and an Orion woman… all in Klingon armor with a crest front and center on the chest. Finally one nodded and from behind them came a truly massive Klingon. At almost seven feet tall and close to four hundred pounds, he almost dwarfed the three in front of him. A large gauntleted hand fell on one shoulder each of the two smaller Klingons and the big one shoved them aside. His growl could be heard plainly, even through his gritted teeth. “Idiots! This is supposed to be a relaxing meal… not an assault on a rival House! Now move and let me eat in peace for once!”

Astrid looked up from her menu as the commotion started and one of her visible guards left to investigate. She was mildly curious but she didn’t had to wait long to see what the commotion was about. While the Chief Justice had seen many Klingons in her life, this one was especially big and her eyebrow rose in surprise. She had to smile with her own special brand of chagrin, thinking that she too rarely got peace.

The maître d’ stepped from behind him and said simply “This way, my lord.” and he escorted him to a table one removed from the Chief Justice. The figure sat heavily in a chair and took the offered menu with surprising grace. “Thanks. Sorry about that. Multiple assassination attempts and they get all jittery.” He looked around the bistro and then motioned for the host to come close. He whispered something and the man nodded and said “Of course, sir. And our thanks.” and he walked swiftly away. The big Klingon then opened and began to read the menu.

As soon as he was on his way to his table, she very politely returned her attention to her menu to give the man a bit of the peace he was seeking. The bistro was not overly populated so it was not hard to miss the movements around her without much effort in engaging her senses.

A minute or so later, a server approached each of the occupied tables with a silver tray bearing glasses and assorted juices. Setting one in front of the HotJ, he said “Compliments and apologies from Lord Duroc.”

Urg, Lord Duroc, Son of the Builder

OOC: she needs a souviener from my character’s store “The Keep”
Rusty

She did look up from her menu as the server approached her own table. Pleased by the gesture, she selected a glass filled with a pale green liquid and ice. Around the top was a ring of some kind of white sugary substance and a berry skewered by a decorative toothpick which hung perfectly balanced. Astrid turned to Lord Duroc and raised her glass to him in a toast of sorts. “My thanks Lord Duroc.” Then she grinned, her flowing accent unusual on OEDV, “I don’t suppose eating with someone else could be considered peaceful, but you are more than welcome to join me at my table. It has been a long time since I have had the pleasure of eating with a Klingon, much less one of your esteemed rank.”

Rousseau, HotJ

The Klingon Lord looked directly at her as she spoke, and when she gave the invitation, he shrugged and said “Why not?” and stood up to move towards her table. As he did, his security contingent started to walk forwards. Urg’s head whipped around and he locked them with a hard glare. In a low, rumbling growl he said through gritted teeth “I swear to the Builder if even one of you targ droppings takes one step towards this table I will have the chef turn you into today’s special.” and they froze and then moved back.

Taking a seat across from Rousseau, he extended a large gloved hand towards her. “Urg’tohn, Lord of House Duroc, Son of the Builder. It’s not often I get to enjoy a meal with someone new. So thanks for that.”

Urg’tohn, Lord Duroc

She took the gloved hand with a firm grip showing that even though she had a small figure in comparison to his, she was no weakling. “Astrid Rousseau, Head of the Judiciary of OED V which is really the only title I have unless you count my education degrees.” She waved her hand as if to dismiss them as too pretentious. “Are you new to OED V?”

Rousseau, HoTJ

The Klingon Lord smiled (not a very pretty sight) and shook his head. “Oh… no. Far from it, actually. My brothers and I came here just over a year ago to claim a… well, let’s call it a family keepsake… from your museum. I have been gone for a time dealing with House matters, but have returned. I am actually looking at establishing a House embassy within the dome. Your Lieutenant Governor has agreed, and now I am waiting to speak with the new Governor when they arrive.” and he took a drink and cocked his head slightly to the side. “So I would imagine with your position we will be speaking often in the coming weeks, will we not?”

Lord Duroc, Son of the Builder

She was used to Klingon smiles. In one of her studies, she interned with several Klingons at Star Fleet headquarters and had learned much from them. “I would imagine so as there are legalities that will need to be tended to. Such a prominent member of the community working on such an important project, I would feel it is my duty to personally oversee it closely. We will have to rezone the area you are turning into the Embassy. We will need to get both Star Fleet and Klingon government permissions to establish the space in addition to OEDV government of course. There will have to be notice to all citizenry near the area you are planning the building so that we can hear any legal arguments that might make the area unsuitable for your tenancy.” She paused in listing off the many legal issues at hand and smiled. “Well, all that can be tended to later. Have you chosen a spot?”

Rousseau, HotJ

Urg nodded and set his left arm on the table. He tapped the arm guard and a panel flipped open to reveal a small computer. He jabbed at it for a moment and then a map of the city came up. He turned so Rousseau could see and pointed. “Here is the Government Tower. This road here-” and he pointed to a long road the Justice would recognize as Contigo Boulevard, “- has a large parcel that is vacant. Close to government, but on the edge of the more residential areas. That is where we will build.” and he leaned back.

She watched as he pulled up the necessary map and compared it to the map in her mind of the area. Her head tilted in thought. If he was building where she thought he was building, it should be fine with no major issues legally. There perhaps might be some resistance if the plans included a blood wine bar as Klingons could get quite rowdy. Astrid imagined that Lord Duroc would forsee this problem and have a solution of some kind.

“The High Council has already approved the project… like they had any real say.” He growled the last part. “And as I said. I am looking forward to meeting with your new Governor when they arrive. I have spoken to Captain Xavier, and he is agreeable. So hopefully I can convince this new Governor that our presence is in the best interest of the colony.”

Urg, Lord Duroc

“I can’t think that the new governor would take issue with it. Diversity is a cornerstone to an excellent outpost economy.” She said primly as the serving staff came by to take their order. “Targ and veg quiche and mixed fruit tarte. I would also like some tea, just pick something smooth and calm.” Astrid turned to watch Lord Duroc as he made his order.

Astrid, HotJ

He looked at the Chief Justice and nodded approvingly. When he spoke to the server, his tone was low and respectful… uncommon for a Klingon, especially one with some kind of title. “Deltan ceviche and hot sauce. Dark bread. For dessert, chocolate cake. And Vulcan ds’rat tea. For the lady as well. Just bring a pot of it. We can share. Thank you very much.” and he looked at Astrid. “You said smooth and calm. Ds’rat is that, for certain. I have a cup every evening, actually.” and he chuckled and picked up his glass of water and took a drink.

“So how long have you been on Oed, Your Honor? Is that the right term? I swear, some human customs are just tedious.” and he winked.

Urg’tohn, Son of the Builder, Lord Duroc

“Obviously not as long as you have Lord Duroc”. Came a voice hissing from the shadows and now into the light. Zerbo was dressed in a very elegant silk robe that was dark purple in color and trimmed with gold. He had his hands behind his back and very uncharacteristic of him, he had no guards in sight. He smiled showing his razor-sharp teeth and bowed before them both. “Your Honor” To Astrid. Bowed to Urg’tohn. “Your Lordship.” Raising and still smiling he waved a hand. “See Urg. I going to call you Urg. It is not really that hard. As someone in a position of authority and power such as ourselves, it would be very wise to learn such things as titles or you risk losing an ally, friend or worse…Profit.”

He grabbed his robe and raised it up a bit as he found a place to sit right in between them and waved over their waiter. “I too would like a nice bottle of your finest red wine. It is time to celebrate the rise of” His voice got loud for all to hear and in a Shakespearian type theatrical voice boomed....”Urg’tohn. Son of the Builder and Lord Duroc! The inauguration of Astrid to Chief Justice and myself for being........well. Myself.” He chuckled at the last part and grabbed Astrid’s hand with his small, claw-like hands and bent down to try to kiss it and spoke in the same manner. “Oh! But tis are my manners my dear lady. I am Daimon-Ress Zerbo of the Ferengi Alliance. I am second only to the Grand Nagus himself. Now. How may I make myself available to you. madame?” He said while looking straight at her with his razor-sharp teeth showing again.

Daimon-Ress Zerbo

The look on Urg’s face needed no interpretation. In fact, it was quite clear that had the Chief Justice of the colony not been sitting where she was, the Ferengi Daimon would no longer be breathing. Instead, a very large and gauntleted hand landed slowly on the Daimon-Ress’s other hand and the pressure on that appendage was… more than noticeable… as small bones rubbed in way that small bones were not necessarily supposed to.

Daimon-Ress Zerbo. A bit of advice, Ambassador. One… never use the name of the Builder as a calling card in the presence of his Chosen. In fact, to ensure your continued ability to generate profit… never use the name of the Builder again. And two… it is customary when dealing with dignitaries from other cultures to ask before inserting yourself into conversations that may or may not involve you. I trust your lack of protocol this time will be a most appreciated learning lesson… will it not, Daimon Ress?” and the pressure on the hand grew to a point of pain, but not where it invoke a… ‘less than honorable’… reaction.

Urg, Lord Duroc, Son of the Builder


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