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Governor's Home - TMODJ (PRISM)

Posted Nov. 22, 2023, 11:43 p.m. by Civilian Kenzo B'tren-Hyrushi (Governor) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Governor’s Home - TMODJ (PRISM)

Posted by Civilian Kenzo B’tren-Hyrushi (Governor) in Governor’s Home - TMODJ (PRISM)

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Governor’s Home - TMODJ (PRISM)
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At 0758 hours, Eela arrived back at Kenzo’s building. She had discreetly called Captain McBride and filled him in, and he agree that they should move to a ‘quiet’ yellow alert until the news broke. Starfleet Security was now called to duty stations and extra patrols initiated.

Then she called Caridee, and as expected her daughter was worried for her, empathetic and supportive. She understood her mother’s request to remain put and agreed to wait at Eela’s place. Eela was just glad they were talking over the comm. She wasn’t sure she could handle Caridee’s empathy and awareness. She really didn’t need a psychiatrist at the moment, and certainly not someone who connected to her.

Stepping out of the slider, Eela repeated the earlier movements up to Kenzo’s and it all felt too much like dejavu. She was just going through the motions. She was let into his place and this time just stood in the entryway. “I’m back…” she called out. A simple and obvious statement gven he’d sense she was there and very much like before, all focused mind and no emotions.

~Eela

“Kitchen.” came the reply, accompanied by an aroma that was hard to place but definitely delicious.

She slipped off her boots and moved through the entry and into the kitchen.

Kenzo was standing in front of the stove, apron over his pants and shirt. He didn’t look up from what he was doing, he just said “Have a seat. Breakfast will be ready in a minute. And yes, you are going to eat.”

Kenzo

An audible inhale and exhale was her only response as Eela slipped up on to a barstool where she had sat when he had made sushi for her. Again, more strange threads of deja vu.

She watched him cook for a minute before she finally spoke. “Jeanette and her family are… well, you can imagine. But she and I did make the call to his family. We got a hold of his sister Clarissa, as we couldn’t reach Ellie, his mother. That… sucked. But then again, as I told Mathis, making those calls never gets easier.”

~Eela

“No. It does not.” he agreed as he turned and began plating. Rice steamed in miso with a delicate folded egg and tofu omelet laid gracefully across it was set in front of her. “I have a call into the police. They will keep us apprised as they find out anything. And Ms. Fen called. The administrators are circling wagons, as the saying goes; so for the time being all we can do is wait.”

“I called McBride. He’s shifting Security to a soft alert, so all there will be a discreet increase in their presence anywhere Starfleet is. Once the news is being released, the whole Starfleet Complex will shift to yellow alert.”

He set a plate in front of her along with a tall glass of water; then mirrored that on his side. “Eat, Eela. That is an order.”

Kenzo

“You know I’m not a breakfast person, but it does look lovely. Thank you,” she commented, reaching for the water glass. “Though Dorma did bring us all some wickedly strong coffee that was most welcome at the moment.” She sipped the water and then reached for a fork, cutting off a small bite of the omelet and popping it in her mouth. It was good, and it was vegetarian as well, which she appreciated. Had she ever actually told him that? She didn’t think so. Then again, he was a most observant person and had access to all sorts of information, so if he hadn’t figured it out, someone else had.

She really didn’t know what else to say, so she picked away at her rice and omelet, the bites tiny as she gauged how food was going to settle in her stomach. She certainly wasn’t hungry.

~Eela

Kenzo ate silently, eyes on his plate, as she picked at the food. When he had finished he stood up and put his plate in the recycler and then sat down and looked at her, black eyes focused on her as his arms sat folded on the counter top.

“So when do you think you will let yourself feel what is happening? The longer you wait, the more damage it could do.”

Kenzo

She ate maybe half and set her fork down, gazing at her plate. Eela shook her head and looked up at him. “It’s not something I’m doing. At least not a conscious decision. I just don’t feel anything. I can feel for people, but everything else is just… not there.” She knew all about grief, but this was different than she had experienced and witnessed with others. She was’t pretending everything was okay, either, because it wasn’t. “I keep waiting for something to bubble up. Anger, despair, sadness, anything.” It was like finding yourself in one split moment to be nothing more than a shell. “And here we did all that work after Hurricane Corey whipped through for me to get comfortable with my having strong emotions.”

~Eela

Kenzo kept his gaze on her. “You are in shock, Eela. As one should be.” His head tilted slightly to the side. “Tell me… if you were still a Counselor… what would you say to a patient in your situation?”

Kenzo

Shock often was accompanied with numbness. There was none of that. Eela shook her head, trying to find a way to explain. “It’s not a numbing of emotion, Kenzo, it’s an absence of it. I’ve had all kinds of shocks over my life and the reactions have run the gamut. This isn’t that. But if I were a counsellor, I’d remind the person that grief takes many forms and it carves its own path. And I’ve experienced a wide range of it too. I’ve lost lots of people in my life Kenzo, not just my parents, which was probably the most difficult situation, with the Steadfast being a close second.”

~Eela

“So what makes this different?” Kenzo asked softly. “What has you co.pketely shut off?”

Kenzo


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