Feelings are Complicated (RP Log)

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Roleplay Log
23 Apr 2014
Saith & Soah Coffeehouse [Deep Space 9]
The smell of coffee and chocolate overwhelms the senses as you enter through the glass doors from the station's promenade, a little brass-colored bell attached high on the door dings whenever it is opened-- a purely novel gadget, surely. This is a small place, quite modest in appearance and setting. No more than three small tables sit overlooking windows to the bustling commerce area outside, windows that are partially obstructed by a display of boxes of tea and large bags of gourmet Rihannsu coffee. Artwork hangs on walls, bookshelves between the canvases hold a variety of well-worn Rihannsu literature and wooden bins of custom tea and coffee varieties. A little further back in the shop, a glass counter showcases no less than a hundred different types of chocolate confections, from the mundane to the extravagant. A row of clear glass containers sit atop the counter, also filled with sugary treats. This is one of those hidden gems that most visitors will pass by without a second glance; the sweets are heavenly and the coffee is ground and brewed as you wait. There hardly ever seems to be more than a few people in the shop at any given time. It is obvious that a place like this is about more than its wares. It is about relaxation and companionship, it is about unwinding from a long day and laughing with friends.

The door leading to Out slides open.
Remi arrives from Promenade - Section B.
The door leading to Out slides closed.

Carey is sitting at a corner table with a half-eaten chocolate eclair and a mostly untouched cup of jestral tea before her, gazing at nothing and not eating or drinking. Her expression and mood are contemplative.

Remi yawns and stretches, sleeping in an infirmary chair wasn't the best place to sleep but she did it none the less. She orders a cappuccino and a pastry to go and then spots the terran nurse that had befriended Vrillak, she pauses with cup and paper bag in hand before stepping toward her. "Can I join you?" She asks tiredly.

Carey blinks and focuses on Remi. Her immediate response is to stiffen and frown. But then, taking in her appearance, a memory of sitting, and sleeping, in a chair beside the bed of a dying woman flickers through her mind, and compassion softens her features. "Okay," she says softly. "Sure."

Remi settles and cradles the cardboard up against her knees, "Thank you for looking after him when I wasn't there." She starts looking down at the cup before glancing at Aliyah, "I messed things up pretty badly before, I'm pretty good at messing things up." She admits with a tired sigh as her curly hair looks more like a frizz.

Carey smiles slightly, despite the deep sadness in her eyes and radiating from her. "Me too." She pauses and then adds, "I shouldn't have snapped at you last week. I was scared out of my mind...and..." But she lets her words trail off, closing her eyes.

The Betazoid shakes her head gently and attempts to use her fingers to untangle her mane, "It's fine, I deserve it." Remi pauses a moment as she looks the woman in the eye, "Are you okay?" She asks concernedly before raising the coffee to her lips and blowing into the opening.

Carey considers the question, weighing whether she dares risk a diplomatic lie. She decides she doesn't dare. "No. But I'm probably more okay than you are," she says frankly. "Or maybe we're the same not-okay." She smiles slightly again, breaking off a piece of the eclair and nibbling halfheartedly at it. "I don't know anything you don't, though, if that puts your mind at ease even a little bit."

A faint smile appears on Remi's lips followed by an understanding nod. "Feelings are complicated." She answers looking down at her cup again as it lowers, "There should be a life book they give you when your at school telling you about all the stupid things you might end up doing like following the goofy looking marines lead and having the most painful argument with someone you love where he generalises you because of your race." Her eyes close a moment and she sighs softly. "I'm like a moth to a flame with him, I'm always going to get burnt but I keep coming back for more." She doesn't specify who she is talking about but she has a feeling Aliyah might understand.

Carey nods. "He has that affect on people. I'm sorry, because I know a little of how you feel, even though I don't know what happened. But thanks for telling me I'm not just crazy." She smiles, although her eyes are suddenly overbright. She holds her composure otherwise, though. She stands from her chair, takes a small silver-backed hairbrush from her bag, and walks around behind Remi. "I know you really don't know me, but may I help?" she asks, reaching up to touch her own hair to indicate what she means.

Remi's smile widens and she gives a gentle nod, "Please, it was the only thing I forgot. I thought I might opt for the Eddie Mercury look ... big and wild, perhaps with a birds nest in it." She attempts to joke before setting down the cup and bag, "Thank you."

Carey chuckles and runs her fingers through Remi's hair, lifting a section of it before beginning to brush out the tangles so carefully that it doesn't hurt or even pull much. Clearly she's done this before.

Remi sits much like she did when she was fifteen years younger, "How have you been finding it on the station? Its like a miniature world where everyone knows each other." She looks up without moving her head, this was from receiving a crack on the head with the back of a brush as a child. Her fingers run along the silk bindings of her jacket as she takes in the smell of coffee and chocolate it was welcome from the smell of infirmary hygenics.

Carey works over an especially tough tangle with extra care. "Oh, it's...interesting. I like it, though. I mean, I'm glad to be doing what I love to do...although usually when things are really dire, I question my own sanity," she admits with a small laugh. "But I couldn't ask for a better immediate superior to work for and learn from, and I'd rather be here than on a ship any day."

"Senka is wonderful, he was one of the first people I came across when I boarded from Bajor. I trust him with anything, he'll listen and offer advice and if I don't take it he even deals with the fall out. This logic is something I admire." Remi answers with a soft chuckle at the memories of forcing Inara into the clinic to make sure she didn't end up pregnant, she frowns a little at some of the others - a laser injury after slipping with the engraver after arguing with Vrillak and Roian after his plasma burns. Her eyes close as she tries to put her new found clarity into action.

Carey smiles as she moves the brush through Remi's hair in a few soft, smooth strokes before lifting another section to work on. "I'm trying to learn some of it from him. I don't want to be Vulcan..." She chuckles as well. "Vrillak has already pointed out to me that I'd be a terrible one. But I could use a little logic, that's for sure."

Remi laughs again and her eyes return to the coffee, "Oh, I've tried to put my logic to his logic and I've found I've almost matched him a couple of times when it comes to relationships and there general lack of logic. I had been working on some songs but I don't ever think there is a right time to pour yourself into something, so I was thinking of sending it off to see what the studios thought." She starts to shake her head gently before remembering Aliyah was still working her magic. "When you're not in the infirmary what do you do?"

"My life is very boring, my dear," Aliyah says with a grin, in a perfect imitation of Vrillak's intonations. "You like to sing?" she says in her own voice. "I know something you'd love, then. I'll show you if you like when your hair is finished."

Remi almost snorts at the impression, it was something he had said to her once, something she found difficult to believe. "I sing, I dance ... I sew. I like to adventure." She explains glancing up again, "That would be lovely. I've been working on a aerial silk display, but I'm not as flexible as I had hoped I was." She grumbles quietly the ache in her lower back had been eased by some time in the spa.

Clear in Aliyah's mind is the echo of Vrillak saying the same thing to her. She didn't believe it either. She pushes away the pang that comes with the memory. "I also like to sing...and play. So far just the harp and a little piano, though. I've been missing dancing lately. But I can't bring myself to." She finishes almost as if speaking to herself. Then after a pause, she adds, "I like to read, and I like holofiction. I design clothes. Just with the replicator, but still. I designed this outfit." She smooths Remi's curls into neat order. "There, you're beautiful. Actually, you were pretty darn beautiful before I touched your hair, but you know what I mean."

Remi shakes her head gently still not believing the compliments she was being paid, "Thank you ... I feel a little less like a jungle dweller. I think our dancing styles might differ alittle, I've been wanting to learn the piano but I think its a little complicated so I just stick to singing. What kind of music do you like?" She asks finally being able to look up at the woman with a grateful smile, "I'm taken with the Earth art of burlesque, Teela seemed to think it was just another way to strip but in a more regal setting but we both had different ideas about what most things mean." She laughs a little.

Carey grins slightly. "Teela's...different. She was part of my welcoming committee. She welcomed me by coming on to me in a really obnoxious way." She rolls her eyes. "But then, to me, just about any come-on would be obnoxious, so..." She clears her throat. "Anyway, as for music...a little of just about everything. My musical background is...diverse. I know traditional Irish and American folk songs, and most types of Betazoid music best, though."

Remi's brows raise at the mention of Teela coming onto her obnoxiously, "No that doesn't surprise me the slightest. I think she forgets the amount of pain she causes the average woman with her over excited pheromones, I'm sure the replicator has flagged me as a non prescribed pain relief addict ..." She moves her attention back to the subject of music, "How well can you play? Piano that is." She asks curiously.

Carey laughs a little and shrugs slightly. "I don't hang around her and have no desire to, frankly. It was more offensive than painful. Piano...not well yet. I'm just learning. I can only play two really sentimental songs." She laughs again.

Remi grins and nods as she wraps her hands around the cardboard cup, "I might have something you can play, if you want to take a look at it. I'm trying to get approval to run a bar and theatre on the station."

Carey smiles. "That would be great! We could use something classier than Morn's. And...actually..." She blushes. "I can't read music. "But if you can play it for me, or have a recording of it I can listen to, I might be able to pick it up. I really should learn musical notation. I'm just so used to memorizing everything."

Remi shakes her head gently and waves her hand to touch Aliyah's arm, "I can't even play so you're one up on me. Its sassy, meant to be played with a band but I figured a piano would make it less offensive to its intended audience ..." She twitches her nose and pinches her lips pausing a moment, "I should get back to the infirmary to play nurse ... more like hand maiden to the sitting wounded." She says playfully.

Carey grins and bends to hug Remi. "Go get some rest. Some real rest, I mean, not sitting up in a chair. Even if you don't sleep, just...decompress. I can sit in for a while. I'm not on duty for another few hours."

"If he asks for silk, tell him no." Remi smiles and gets to her feet after returning the gentle hug, "Thank you, for everything. I appreciate what you've done for him."
Carey meets Remi's eyes and holds her gaze, smiling back. I haven't done anything," she murmurs. "Except maybe complicate his life even more. And drag his royal stubbornness to the infirmary. Gods, he can be frustrating."

Remi shakes her head as she clings to the pastry bag in one hand, "Arrogant, stubborn, irritating ..." She lists, "I wouldn't be without him." She smiles sincerely, "I have no doubt I will see you later, I'll have that music for you. Have a good day."

Carey holds her smile in place as she turns for the door. "See you next shift," she jokes with the compassionate familiarity of one who has nursed an ill loved one before. She looks back with a jaunty wave before she goes.

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