Eela's Apartment- Processing (TMODJ)

Posted Feb. 22, 2024, 9:57 p.m. by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) (Lindsay B)

Posted by Civilian Karilan Massat (Owner, Quill and Parchment Books) in Eela’s Apartment- Processing (TMODJ)

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Eela’s Apartment- Processing (TMODJ)
The slider pulled up to the secured side entrance, which became necessary after a few of the press had camped out hoping to get some comments. Her security team was not only larger than usual, but they were not taking any chances and Eela had been very clear that she was not ready to speak to anyone publicly. Not yet.

Caridee got out first, shifting the bag on her shoulder and offered her mom a hand. Eela took it, feeling the stiffness increase by the minute. Stress always made her body hurt more and given everything else that had happened she wasn’t surprised. As they entered the lobby heading for her secure lift, Eela ventured over to the security desk. Haskins was on again. “Hello, Ensign.”

“Ma’am,” he said, rising to his feet. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” Haskins said with utter sincerity.

Eela could only nod. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe or appreciate the sentiment, but it was going to be like this for awhile and she wasn’t sure how much more she could manage today. “Karilan Massat will be arriving anytime now. Please let them come right up as soon as they are cleared. They’ll be staying with me for the time being.”

“Of course, Ma’am.”

The two women headed up to Eela’s penthouse on the twelfth floor. The familiar guards at her door were a strange comfort and she gave them both a nod as she unlocked her door. Soon she was standing in her foyer and going through the motions of taking off her coat and boots.

“How about a hot bath?” Caridee suggested. “It would help your muscles.”

Eela nodded and moved to the right down the hallway towards her bedroom. The door was open and she stood in the doorway, her body paralyzed as she took in the signs of the morning and last night. Her silk robe cast on the bed, the covers still flung to one side. Hints of her perfume, of the scented candle she had lit. It all washed over her body and she could pick out all the sensations. Everything was still so engrained in her mind and though it was hard to separate out, she let the feel of his hands on her skin drown out the other touch memories she wanted to banish. Pressure on her shoulder made her spin. Caridee.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” she said softly, taking her mothers hand and letting that precious bond between mother and daughter flow between them.

“I know.” Eela took in a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment to steady herself. Looking at her daughter again, Eela sighed. “The tub is in my ensuite.”

“You don’t have to to go in there until you’re ready. Is there a tub in the other bathrooms?”

She nodded. “In the main bathroom across from the guest room.”

“Then if you’re not ready to go in here tonight, then you can use the other one. You can even sleep in the guest room. We’ll figure it out, I promise.”

Eela squeezed Caridee’s hand and just stood there, closing her eyes and trying to figure out where she was at exactly.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

It was barely five minutes after Eela and Caridee arrived that Karilan walked through the doors of rhe building’s lobby. They had walked directly up the sidewalk to the building, and one of the reporters had recognized them and powered up their vid drone and said “Excuse me, you are Karilan Massat are you not? Captain Dasca’s friend? Are you here to see the Lieutenant Governor? How is she? Will she be making a sta-” and they were cut off as Karilan marched right up to them, stopping mere centimeters from their face… and smiled.

“I am. And I am. As to the rest, either I do not know or it’s none of your God’s Damned business. Now go. Give her some peace. Give all of us some peace. Yes yes yes, I know the importance of dissemination of facts to the public. But several people lost a dear friend and loved one. Perhaps some empathy is more important right now than a sound-byte.” They stepped back and then said “Or, you know… perhaps you all could become actual journalists and simply report the news as it becomes available instead of worrying about your ratings.” They wiggled their fingers in a sarcastic goodbye and walked inside.

Inside, Haskins was by the door where he had been watching. He smiled at Karilan as they entered and said “You’ve been taking lessons on handling reporters from the Captain.” Karilan smiled and said “Her… and the Governor.” Haskins chuckled and said “Well as long as you are learning from the best. The Captain is expecting you.” Karilan nodded and went to the lift.

The doors slid open to the apartment and Karilan walked in. “Hello? I brought some tea. And some other incidentals that may help.”


Eela took a deep breath and sighed, still standing in her doorway.

Caridee was ever patient and stepped into the large foyer, greeting Karilan. “Here, let me take some of that for you,” she said, offering to take the bags as she gestured with her head towards the Master Bedroom. “She’s debating. Her room was intentionally left as it was this morning and we’ve agreed she should have a bath. She has options, but her bathtub is the bigger and nicer one.” She stepped backwards into the ahll so her mother came into view. “We would also happily tidy your room for you if that’s what you want. We just want you to have the option.”

~Eela & Caridee

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