777: Additional RP Server - scotland︱wanderer’s-rest

Earth. That beautiful place. A place he'd hidden from the world on and worked more than a few jobs on. Home in a way, though many places had been that for him. More of a home than many had been, given how many parts of his life had seen him find his way here, to the birthplace of that species called 'Humans'. Be that in the uniform of Starfleet or in one of his other guises worn at different times as he'd added to himself or hidden from things he'd experienced. One of those stages of life resulting in the purchase of a bar. Or well, a majority share in it. The bar he was now in. Situated in Scotland, this place had been in many a year a home away from temporary home for him. Somewhere to work at with a place to crash at above the work floors and then.. somewhere to crash and work at when he was on shore leave and wanted something to occupy his mind. A cosy little joint in Edinburgh that he'd assisted in sourcing decorations for over time and worked as a occasional baker and bar person for. Many framed pieces of art on the walls, comfortable chairs and nice tables with a tasteful carpet that the manager had rather wanted. All in all a nice place to be in, even if you happened to presently be wiping down the bar top again after someone accidentally decanted orange juice everywhere. Done so and then declined to tell anyone, though he'd luckily spotted it and set about wiping before it'd dried. "Goddess." He grumbled as he worked, grumbled as he attacked the pesky juice based annoyance and studiously avoided glaring too much at the oh so innocent looking Andorran culprit. "Gotten it everywhere."

Another pair of hands, one of which grasped a wad of tissues arrived in the view of Rakim after a moment. Their owner having spotted the El-Aurians plight having elected to assist them, that being a logical course of action. That an opinion she'd arrived at once she'd considered the fact that a clean bar surface and a bartender who was therefore free to chat was much preferable when one wanted to talk to them. "It seems like assistance with this spill would be of use to you, please allow me to provide it sir." Swiftly then, as she headed off any attempted 'its fine I've got it' or other such thing, the Lieutenant moved in and started to attack the spill herself from the other side of it. "It would not be appropriate for this spill to be left to dry and our arranged time to meet isn't for another half hour so there is time to spare to deal with this now."

Rakim twitched as he noted the arrival of a new person and beheld them as they started to assist him with the spill. "Hello, theres no need for that ma'am I'll be oka-" He'd cut himself off then as he'd noticed how they'd addressed him, noticed what they'd called him. They'd called him sir. They'd addressed him like a Starfleet officer would. That caused him to look up. Caused him to look up as, while he worked, he checked to see who stood there before him. If it was who he'd expected to see there before him. It was. The tall part Vulcan starfleet officer, uniform meticulously cared for most certainly not mistakable for anyone other than the officer who'd contacted him. Lieutenant Jarra T'Prell, granddaughter of Lieutenant Tvrain. A officer he'd served alongside on the Joyous. A officer who'd..died. " Half a hour?" He'd initially inquired before he'd mouthed a 'ah' and continued on to inquire. "You're Lieutenant t'Prell, correct?" A smile affected as he looked at them. "I cant argue with your assessment regarding the spill, given the time and the nature of this spill, any help you can provide will be gratefully received."

"That is correct, I am Lieutenant Jarra T'Prell.. and this spill should be sorted out within the stated time period sir." The Lieutenant informed the other as she worked on the spill as well. "I apologise for being this early but I factored in enough time to satisfy my need for a repast before we officially met, it reduced the likelihood of being late here." Her words an accompliment to careful smooth movements of the tissues as she helped Rakim deal with the spill. "The accommodations I secured in city are on the opposite side of Edinburgh to this location and given the fact this is my first time in city off duty, I deemed it permissible to walk here instead of seeking another mode of transportation."

"Its a pleasure to meet you Lieutenant T'Prell, though ah..you don't have to call me sir, I'm on Shore leave here." Rakim responded as he smiled at them, the spill eventually corralled, brought under control and then completely dealt with. "First time in the city, wow.. well, has anyone made suggestions as to places to visit while you're here?" He asked simply. "I know some of the guides suggest a few spots and such.." As he finished up what he was doing and listened to their response, he subtly checked the time. He knew the Lieutenant would probably want to commence talking about what they were here about around that time. That was unless she elected to make allowances for...well, the fact other species that didn't approach things with a logical approach might be willing to be flexible with times things were done at. He reckoned he didn't know enough about her to well.. work out where she sat on that table.Probably would find out about that within the next few minutes he supposed. "I realize we've still got some time before we'd arranged to meet, can I get you anything?" He asked then as he gestured to the assorted drinks options displayed on one of the menu boards behind him. "Everything's in stock bar the soup of the day, that tends to go rather rapidly this time of year."

"You are still my superior in rank even if you are on shore leave. " Jarra responded simply before she then continued on to say. "A few suggestions have been made about places to visit, I've compiled a list of them, if you'd like to add to the list, please feel free to provide me with additional suggestions and I will add any new suggestions to the list." The Vulcan responded simply before, when they queried if she'd like to order something, she nodded once and proceeded to say. "I would like to order some Plomeek soup please."

"I suppose that is true, though I am still off duty and you're not visiting me about a work related matter, you're here to ask me about another Lieutenant from another time." The El-Aurian said as he smiled at them slightly. "While I might be a diplomatic attache, that's still not part of my job remit, thats a personal matter and it'd be improper for me to pull rank or be afforded that ranks respect in a off duty off work matter." The El-Aurian mused simply then before, when they commented about suggestions and such, he smiled once more. "If any additional suggestions come to mind, I'll be sure to provide them" "One Plomeek soup!" He then said as he turned back and passed the order to the kitchen. "Coming right up!"

When the Plomeek soup arrived, the Vulcan accepted it and the two passed the time until the time to discuss the thing she'd visited for had arrived. Once it did, Rakim got off shift and the two headed up stairs and talked for quite a while. Their conversation covered what was in many ways still quite the sore part of his life as the duo discussed a major part of it, that being the first Lieutenant T'Prell he'd encountered, one who's life had been lost. When they'd finally finished talking, Jarra departed the Wanderers rest. The soup had been quite good compared to some attempts at the Vulcan dish she encountered and the conversation had been informative, as she'd expected it would be given what she'd been told about the El-Aurian by older family members. That being that their memory happened to be or at least..seemed to be Eidetic.

It had took her a while to find it, this place the individual with the designation Rakim resided most of the time while on shore leave. It had also taken three days before she'd successfully managed to find a time when he wasn't present there to utilize it as a place to meet the individual who DNA evidence had alongside fragments of memory had conclusively proved was in fact her biological progeny. The son of Mirkya Daughter of Jossar if not Twelve of Twenty at least. She'd searched her mind as she'd attempted to consider that, tried to see if a ember of..feeling still poked through iron control. Tried to see if she still cared for this individual. Or well, if Twelve of Twenty cared for this individual biologically related to Mirkya Daughter of Jossaar, this individual the person before the mind wipe had nurtured. The adult child of theirs who'd been assimilated. Following that investigation..she'd honestly discovered.. that she wasn't sure. Was their something..substantial there? Twelve.. wasn't sure there was but..wasn't sure there wasn't. Something was there, but she'd realized a bit ago her grasp of what this or that emotion wasn't something that could be considered.. efficient or accurate. She still struggled with more than a few other emotions, never mind something like..that. Not that she ever intended to tell anyone who wasn't a Counsellor. Not that she ever intended to tell this individual she'd agreed to meet at the place Rakim sometimes worked at. No, when he arrived and slipped into a seat opposite to the Liberated Borg, she simply nodded in greeting to him and proceeded to speak. "Greetings Seven, we hope your journey to get here was pleasant." Her words carefully selected, the correct opening greeting for this ssituation, they hoped.

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They'd then talked with Seven for some time, about many things, about.. before assimilation. Talked and talked around certain subjects before eventually the road ran out and they encountered the conversational door they'd both dreaded to open. Then.. they'd talked about the collective and.. discovered something they shared. Time in Unimatrix Zero. They'd happily shared memories of the place then.. well mostly happily, given some of Sevens were of his mother and his sister. Shared memories until when the time came for them to leave, they'd both departed and briefly walked together and talked some more before their paths parted and they said their goodbyes. Their meeting having..gone somewhat better than it had one the station, or so Twelve reckoned as she analysed it to death afterward as she tried to work out what she'd done wrong.