Posted March 25, 2023, 7:50 p.m. by Civilian Eryn Romanov (Colonial Intelligence Agent) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Civilian Thyr Th’arialat (Resident) in Reconnections and Involuntary Opportunities
It was the day after he and Jezem had that long feels chat. He didn’t know where that came from, and he sort of hoped it never happened again. It brought up a lot of uncomfortable questions Shivan had no answers for and really didn’t want to think about. Yet, they wouldn’t get out of his head. He’d needed a break from that obnoxiously large house and his obnoxiously colorful room and he’d needed a bit of a break from Jezem too, so he was out on the town.
He had strict orders to stay out of trouble. That wouldn’t be a problem. His injury was still decently fresh, though he could move around alright now, with rests. Dressed in the garments of Orion dancers, the stitched-up wound was visible, still discolored from his brawl with Jezem. The wrapped cloths covered little more than what they needed to. They came up, across his chest, over his shoulders, and down his back, with a cloth covering his more sensitive areas. It was stylish dress, for an Orion. It was comfortable and easy for Shivan to put on. And he liked that, like Jezem had said the day before, it appeared to be distracting. No one looked at his face. No one cared who he was. Gave hiding in plain sight a new meaning.
Taking a seat on a short wall in front of some building, he gave a soft sigh. Jezem had given him a few days’ break from finding a job, to consider all that ‘find yourself and love yourself’ crap. Shivan didn’t know what to do with the free time. Still aware there were those looking for him, he kept a careful eye out around himself. He tried to remind himself, like Jezem had said, no one would be out this far. He needed to keep from looking suspicious.
~ Thyr Th’arialat
People moved in and out and around. They were busy and had their own lives to deal with. They didn’t notice much else. Even those that noticed Shivan forgot him soon after. It wasn’t the general populace that he had to worry about.
Eryn had felt familiar presences in passing yesterday and that had pulled her out into the people today. It was hard to miss her quarry. She moved silently behind him and sat on the wall three feet away. “An Andorian in Orion clothing. Now I have zeen it all. I see Jezem has,” her eyes traveled over him and landing on the stitched and bruised wound, “finally rubbed off more zhan blood and skin from you.”
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