Posted Jan. 26, 2023, 5:11 p.m. by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Resident) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Civilian Michael ‘Big Mike’ McKenzie (Clan McKenzie Chief) in New Clan New Beginnings
Posted by Civilian Revna Freya McKenzie (Resident) in New Clan New Beginnings
Posted by Civilian Michael ‘Big Mike’ McKenzie (Clan McKenzie Chief) in New Clan New Beginnings
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He looked at confusedly for a second and then grinned. “I was talking to Lilly, goofball. You are stuck with me for the foreseeable future, sorry.” and henlaughed and moved out if the bedroom and into his studio. He looked around and took a breath. “Nope… movers can deal with this.”
Her laughter followed him out of the room. Revna put the last of what she wanted in the chest and closed both. She went into the spare bedroom looking for a particular crate. Weaving through the crates she flipped the lid. It was a special crate, built by Oddvar for storing a d transporting their weapons. Revna’s bow and arrows were already in there. She went into the living area where mounted on the wall were a b@stard sword, a claymore, and her shield. She carried the smaller sword and shield into the room and secured them in the crate. “Mike, you wanna pack your claymore yourself?”
“AYE!” he bellowed from the front of the apartment.
“I’m done, packers can do the rest. Now I am taking a shower and a really long hot bath. If you don’t join me I will be very disappointed.”
“In a minute!” he yelled. “I’m trying to make sure we have all the diplomatic gifts and such cataloged and ready to be packed up! Shower and I’ll see you in the bathtub!”
Revna paused and turned around, blinking almost owlishly back down the hallway. Did Mike just say he was cataloging diplomatic gifts? She wanted to ask who he was, where he punk rocker husband went and what would spiked mohawk wearing Bubba say about that? But no comment came to mind.
She was tired. How long had it been since she collapsed in the bed and Mike told her to get naked or help pack? She glanced at the clock and decided it wasn’t worth the effort of the mental math. Her clothes left a short but direct trail into the bathroom. The shower was refreshing but the bath…oh this bath she was going to miss. She sank into the deep hot water that teased the nose with a hint of Jasmine oil. She put her head back and closed her eyes.
The splash was epic. The amount of water that left the bathtub made the automatic refill shoot on,and rivulets of water cascaded down the mirror to join the numerous puddles on the floor. Mike surfaced from under the water of the giant soaking tub and laughed loudly. “Holy crap but you were asleep.” he said with another laugh. “I told ya to wake up or I was gonna do a cannonball… so this is actually your fault.”… and more laughter.
Revna was literally floating in intoxicating warmth and soft silence. Completely unaware of of anything but sleep. Then she was not. Jostled wildly by the sudden significant displacement of water over her, away, and splashing back down. A mouthful of water and the sudden disappearance of all that decadent warm water woke her. For half a second, less really, she was cold and couldn’t breathe again. She couldn’t breathe. Mike? Where was Mike?....he was laughing… Then she realized she was coughing and sputtering. There was nothing wrong with her lungs. Coughing would work better if she wasn’t floating on her back. She dropped her feet and sat on the edge of the tub, until the fit passed. “My…cough…fault?” Her breath heaved a few times as she shook her head. “I didn’t think there was any way for you to wake me up I would not like. I now have a list of 1.” She cleared her throat one last time and mock glared at him, even as the corners of her mouth twitched. She kicked a spray of water at him (pathetic really, as the water hadn’t refilled), but it more made a tiny ripple in the water.
Mike laughed and said “Well, at least it was effective.” and he laughed again. It took only a couple of minutes for it to refill with hot water, and the entire time Mike chuckled and teased Revna about her ability to swim. “I suppose I should really shut up, though. I know from experience that your breath control is amazing.” and he gave her a wicked look.
Revna lowered herself back into the water and moved toward him until she had her arms around him, pressed in close, her gaze just as wicked. “You should have known me before I got hurt.” She started to kiss her way up his neck, pausing to whisper in his ear. “Maybe you should help me with some of my breathing exercises.” She had finished respiratory therapy but it never hurt to keep practicing. And practicing with Mike was always fun.
Mike grinned and said “Anything yo keep you healthy, my love.” and he kissed her and then whispered “Let’s see how much water we can splash outta here together…”
A few hours later…
Mike handed Revna a glass of water and said “Gods above… I’m glad we have a private ship for the trip. We’d annoy the hell outta people if we didn’t.” and he laughed. He looked at the chronometer and said “Four days to go, by the way.” and he looked at her and said “You ready to be a retired diplomat and full-time clan babysitter?”
Taking the glass Revna grinned, “They would just be jealous. But I am looking forward to having 3 months to ourselves.” She drank before continuing, “I am so far beyond ready, Mike. It was an amazing experience, but I am ready to just be Revna McKenzie, your wife and help you babysit our clan.” She grinned, it was huge what they were doing, but she felt without a doubt this was what they should be doing. “What about you? You ready to be stuck with family and clan 25/7 from now on?”
He grinned. “Im ready to be stuck with you like that, for sure.” and he took a drink. “And it’ll be good to be around family, I think.” He laid back and thought for a moment. “I am curious as to how this’ll turn out, though. And we still don’t know how many of the clan are coming. Wjat if only a handful come? We have a shit ton of work ahead of us. We need the people. And I’m wondering how the colony will recieve us. We’re all human… they could see us as racists right off the bat.” and he sighed. “Well, Coryn did marry that Vulcan… whatshisname… V’led. But they’re on Vulcan.” He stared at the ceiling for a minute. “We’ll just haf’ta make sure the clan sponsors some programs to ensure we are ingrained in the community from jump. Lotta immigration into Oed right now. I bet we can get some housing and social programs going. Wonder how the government would feel about that?”
“Well that is why we have that call with Runa and Capall later to see who is coming.” Revna thought about it for a minute. “Everything I have read indicates the governor is very open to such initiatives. As long as they are well planned out and realistic and not some wishful thinking. Putting those initiatives in place would also help provide jobs, for the clan bit others as well. Ragna and I talked about that with the meadery. It is our clan’s name and our history, but that doesn’t mean we can’t hire others.”
“We, the whole clan, will be busy for awhile setting up our own necessities, but I think it is important they are encouraged to go out and find jobs elsewhere, to become part of community. If they open businesses to hire more than clan members. You should consider opening a Mike’s Place on Oed.”
Revna turned her whole body to look at him. “So there is one initiative I want to consider. It’s one of those things that only people who need to know will, so it won’t necessarily help us integrate into the colony.” She took a drink and the turned to set the glass down. “When we went to Earth I didn’t get to show you this. So…you know through my mother I have royal lineage. Well because you married me you will inherit a piece of land through my father that makes you a prince.” She held up her hand, “It’s an law that carries no weight now, but it’s tradition. The land as part of royal holdings centuries ago. It was mostly used to allow farmers and herders to use or laid empty. When dad inherited it he rented out pieces of it to whoever had a need. Until we girls grew up. We call it The House and it’s a refuge. Battered spouses, kids, elderly; displaced soldiers and veterans; the disabled; anyone that doesn’t have a safe place to call home. We have wven houses a few protected witnesses over the years. They have sort of made their own clan at this point. We supported them a lot for awhile and now they are almost completely self-sufficient. I want to build a House on Oed.”
Mike stopped what he was doing and thought for a moment. “Well… historically the Lady would have projects of her own as well as the Chief. So there’s precedence. And you’ll need your own things. Me too. So why not? You definitely have the knowledge and ability to do it right. I say go for it.” and he grinned and said “You do that, and I’ll start a music school. How’s that for a deal?”
Oh it was a project all right, and it would take a lot of moving parts and networking to make it successful. The clan had the resources to support it, but to make it available to those that needed such a place was the tricky part. She and her sisters had made it happen once before, they would do so again. Kirsten and Ada would certainly insist on helping.
“A music school?” Revna thought about all those drawings in Mike’s studio from the kids on Atlantis and grinned. “I like it. As long as you don’t get so sick of it you forget to sing for me.” She laughed before she leaned over and kissed him. “So we know what we shall do for ourselves, what are we going to do for us? It’s very easy to get lost in all the responsibility. I love our clan Mike, but it isn’t worth if it if we lose sight of each other.”
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