Decisions (RP Log)

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Roleplay Log
14 Feb 2014
Station Infirmary [Deep Space 9]
Being the sole medical facility on the station, the Infirmary was designed to accomodate a great many patients. Spacious and at least three compartments wides, the infirmary has a laboratory, examination and recovery room, and a surgery room. The lab is what most people see when they enter, and where the medical officer on duty is most likely to be perched, ready for any medical emergency.

Remi steps inside the infirmary, no injuries this time but she peers around. She's back in her bright and colourful garb. "Hello?" She calls moving in from the doorway, "Anyone here?"

Senka steps out from an alcove where he was calibrating a diagnostic monitor. "Remi," he murmurs, "How can I be of assistance?"

Remi smiles faintly, her mind was a whirl of activity as usual. "Hello Senka, I was just looking for some advice. Non-medical, just the plain old friendly stuff." She answers clasping her hands behind her back as she takes a step toward him.

Senka raises an eyebrow, gesturing to his office. "Step inside. I shall prepare tea and render what assistance I can.

The door leading to Duty Office slides open.
Senka leaves for Duty Office - Station Infirmary.

Duty Office - Station Infirmary [Deep Space 9]
The spacious office combines both functionality and elegance. An oak desk bearing an engraved caduceus, the emblem of Starfleet Medical, holds the desktop terminal. Two chairs, adjustable according to the body-type parameters of a number of different species, sit before it. The walls are lined with plates containing texts handwritten in a variety of calligraphic styles, while a modest bookshelf contains a number of medical texts, historical works and works of literature in several languages: Betazoid, Rihannsu and Vulcan among them. A coffee maker sits off to one side of the office in a small seating area containing a loveseat, a chair and a low table.

Crossing to his coffee machine, Senka sets his supply of Jestral--id toes seem he gets a lot of Betazoids in here--brewing.

Remi looks around the room forgetting that he had been made the new Chief Medical Officer on the station, she never really understood what it all meant but it didn't matter right now. She smiles softly and sits on the love seat, "Thank you, I appreciate you seeing me with your new found responsibility." She quips realising that it had been a long time since they had last spoken social. The fingers on her left hand idly stroke where her wound had once resided.

Pouring Remi a steaming cup of the Jestral, Senka hands it to her and takes the chair across the table from the loveseat. Steepling his fingers, he assumes a listening posture.

Astor-Cross walks through the door, pretty oblivious to whatever or whoever is in the room, heading right to the coffee pot. She pours a cup into her special polar bear mug and drinks.

Remi grins at Senka and accepts the cup. "Thank you." She pauses looking down into the amber liquid before continuing. "So, I was looking for logical advice really. I know you're not a counsellor but," She shrugs a little, "I thought you might offer me more sense than feelings."

Senka raises an eyebrow. "Given that I am a Vulcan," he says dryly, "that was a logical expectation. Please proceed."

Astor-Cross turns around at the sound of the voices and realizes she walked into something, "I am so sorry for interrupting. Please forgive me." She takes her cup and starts to move toward the door.

Remi shakes her head to Astor, "No you're fine, stick around." She calls before she leaves.

Senka nods in agreement.

Astor-Cross stops and says, "If you are sure." She takes a seat in the other chair, sipping her coffee.

Remi smiles and blows across the top of her tea, "So. Vrillak and I have started to form a strange telepathic bond, I don't want to go into the details of it but-" She sighs softly and lets her fingers brush her brow gently, "To stop Inara from continuously coming on to me Roian had the not so bright idea of telling her we were engaged due to my bond mate marrying. I of course told Vrillak about this and it lead to a heated discussion that questioned my feelings about him and Roian." She reels of awkward and trying not to make the whole event sounds slightly less ridiculous that it actually was.

You can both sense Senka trying to decide where to begin. "I did not think," he murmurs, "that Cardassians were telepathic. Rather than concluding that you are forming some manner of telepathic link, it seems a more logical possibility that you are simply more able to read him than the verage telepath. Perhaps your association plays a contributing factor."

Astor-Cross nods, "That is what I was thinking. Unless Vrillak is not fully Cardassian, or he is your Imzadi I do not think he would be. However, your skills may be above average as Senka said, that you are able to pick up on things with him.'

Remi feels deeply conflicted as she has been put on the spot by the Cardassian, "He is keeping things from me and that stupid one time that I follow someone elses idea leads to me reconsidering everything. I've only gone and mentioned what I experience with Vrillak in front of Roian and he pretty much called me untrustworthy, unable to hold a secret. When I didn't even know it was a secret if he was being true about the whole thing." Her voice slowly gets more and more frustrated before she sighs, "Vrillak implied that Roian may have more than 'fake' feelings for me and it turns out he was right."

In your minds, you both sense that something Remi said has clarified the situation to Senka. "I believe I perceive one of the main issues, and it is a sociocultural one." He sips his tea. "Betazoid culture practices an ethic of comparative openness. It stems from being a society of broadcast telepaths. Privacy is possible and respected, but in general, the rate of information exchange is much higher than amongst Terrans or, indeed, among unacquainted Vulcans. Certainly, far more exchange of information takes place than in Cardassian society."" His sips his tea. "Cardassian culture is built around secrecy as a societal mainstay. Part of that secrecy ethic comes from the fact that citizens live in an atmosphere where surveillance is a daily event. Part, too, stems from a cultural perception of the value of secrecy. To Cardassians, secrecy equates to both safety and power. The more a Cardassian reveals, the more vulnerable he may perceive himself to be." He raises an eyebrow. "It is not logical, but it explains the cultural differences between you."

Astor-Cross nods in agreement with what Senka is saying, "So if he is keeping things from you, it is because it is in his nature. Had you progressed to the point in your relationship that told each other everything, all your secrets? I know that Adam and I have been together well over 10 years and he does not know all of my secrets, and probably never will."

Remi's eyes widen at the mention of secrets, she sips her tea and thinks. She never really had secrets, she hold him most things. "I've told him everything, I thought it might open him up but it seems not." She sighs softly, she hadn't spoken to him since she left his quarters incase of saying something out of term and that she wouldn't have meant. "I've been spending more time with Roian and there is something there, we spent some time on Bajor. He's taught me some new things, I lied because of him." She admits, "We have an understanding, we don't need to hide things or speak a loud." She quietens before taking another sip.

Senka clarifies, "Lied because of him?"

Remi nods gently glancing up at Senka.

Senka says, "What was your deception? If you would prefer not to disclose it, that is your choice."

Remi sighs, "I told Inara I was engaged to Roian to stop her advances. I have spoken to her since and cleaned everything up, she was glad I was honest with her and I still feel guilty for stringing along in the first place. These cultural difference seem to be a problem between Vrillak and I, I don't know if I can be with someone who holds secrets so ..." She sighs again unable to find the appropriate word.

Senka nods. "It is a profound cultural difference. One that you must accept if you are to have any sort of friendship."

Astor-Cross sips her coffee as she listens and then she asks, "If you had to choose right now... let’s say your life depended on it, who would you choose Vrillak or Roian? Don't think about it, just say the first name that comes into your head."

Remi closes her eyes it was an unfair question to ask, they both had their pros and cons. She enjoyed the intimacy and openess with Roian but the commanding presense and skill of Vrillak. The secrets niggled away at her, she couldn't understand them they were deep and dark. It scared her a little, he seemed to enjoy making her doubt herself as if she was at a tribunal.

Senka waits out Remi's silence, his mental barriers preventing his catching the run of her thoughts.

Astor-Cross shakes her head, "You are thinking about it. I said, don't think. What is the first name that pops into your head."

Remi opens her eyes and looks at Astor, she didn't want to say it a loud but she knew the answer and the woman probably knew it too. "Thank you for helping me, you've both helped me put things into perspective." She replies quietly and defeatedly. Returning her partially drunk tea to the table.

Senka sips his tea. "In that case," he answers the last thing Remi said, "I am pleased that we could be of assistance."

Remi smiles faintly with a nod, "I won't keep you anymore. Thank you again." She says quietly as she stands.

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