Speaking Out (RP Log)

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Roleplay Log
15 Feb 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.
Giellun arrives from Promenade - Section B.
The door leading to Out slides closed.

Pryus-Talbot is dripping wet and sits in one of the more bistro style chairs a dry cardigan around her shoulders as she sips a Jestral tea, there is no plate today but she appears to be looking a little less pale. A small pool of water has begun to collect under her seat.

Giellun frowns as he walks in, spotting the water on the floor, then looks up at the soaking wet Pryus. He sighs softly and passes her, going to the counter. "You could have dried off first."

Pryus-Talbot looks at Giellun and then at the Bolian, she sets down her cup before approaching the counter, "Could I have a cloth please?" She asks. Shortly the Bolian presents her with one and she returns to the chair, wiping it down and then the floor, "Thank you." She replies handing it back to him before disappearing out of the coffee house leaving her tea behind.

Giellun shrugs slightly then faces the blue skinned person. "My usual coffee." He states drily, letting his eyes roam over the pastries and sweets in the glass counter.

Lieutenant Giellun touches the nearest computer panel and attempts to access the shipboard listing.

Pryus-Talbot returns several minutes later, her clothing changed from her yoga attire to one of Ben's old shirts and a simple pair of leggings. Silently she slips into her seat and nurses her now cold tea, her hair slightly damp and clings to her face.

Giellun grabs a chocolate filled pastry just freshly made and hot, moving to his usual table, settling down and nursing the hot cup in his hands.

Pryus-Talbot watches out of the window as she drinks, she had been sharp but truthful with Inara. She had nothing left here and found it hard to look those involved in Ben's death without beginning to fold, she didn't know what to do. Softly she sighs as she lowers her empty cup, standing to make her way to the counter, "Another Jestral tea please." She orders and hands over payment.

Giellun watches the betazoid curiously for a moment, a slight frown crossing his features, he turns his head and looks out the shop window, keeping his thoughts to himself.

Pryus-Talbot glances at Giellun and frowns a little in return, she was hurt and lonely. People seemed to avoid her if she didn't speak first, "How are things in Engineering?" She asks idly as she waits for her fresh cup.

Giellun turns his head, his eyes studying her face for a long moment, sighing softly. "Things are quiet for the moment." He continues to watch her, his gaze remaining steady and firm, while his hands move of their own accord drinking more of the coffee and enjoying his food.

Pryus-Talbot nods still stood, "That's unusual for this place." She adds trying her best to hold a normal conversation, her eyes fall to the floor. Her breakdown hadn't been as severe as the others had been, she'd managed to explain her concerns to someone else and was a slight weight off her mind.

Giellun shakes his head again, "Perhaps, but I hear it has its downtimes." He studies the woman for another moment. "You blame yourself, don't you."

Pryus-Talbot nods once holding her cup in both hands as she leans her back against the counter.

Giellun gestures for her to approach. "Come here, seems, no one else will try and honestly help you, so I will."

Pryus-Talbot pushes away from the counter with her foot and approaches as gestures, hovering a moment before taking a seat. "I'm still awaiting my consultation with Major Ava." She answers with a soft sigh.

Giellun shakes his head, looking hard at her. "Dhat, until you get past this point, it will only serve to make the whole situation worse." He gestures for a hot cup of tea, which is silently places in front of the woman. "So, why do you feel it’s your fault?"

"He wasn't himself, he was distant and he said something in a language I don't understand. He wanted me to leave the station as it wasn't safe - I can understand that, things have a habit of exploding ..." She sips her tea as she speaks in a steady rhyme as the words naturally flow as if she repeated them to herself over and over. "He requested a physical, the third one since returning from the rescue of Commodore Astor-Cross, there was an imbalance but nothing that would cause something like this. He beamed on board a ship he's never mentioned before. It's like he knew something as was going to happen and I didn't pick up on that." Her brow furrows and her head lowers, her eyes falling into the amber liquid in her hands.

Giellun nods thoughtfully. "Perhaps, the imbalance could have caused it, or not, but either way, it’s not possible for us to always know everything about someone, you can't tell how they can always be effected by different things, and beating yourself over it, doesn't really accomplish anything."

"Imzadi's do not hide things." Kailyn replies simply.

Giellun shakes his head. "Thats not always true, so you shouldn't cling to that." He looks back to the window for a moment. "Anyone, at any time can hide things from another, it’s a known fact about the nature of life, sometimes, closeness isn't enough to ever fully understand another person."

Pryus-Talbot furrows her brow and shakes her head, "What if you are wrong and there is something more? He wouldn't have willingly put other's lives at risk." She replies unable to look him in the eye.

Giellun looks down for a moment, then back up again. "I never said I could be completely right, but in saying that, you should consider the same about your own point of view, people can change, we both know, he towards the end was under alot of stress, anyone observant enough, could see it, now sometimes a breaking point can cause ones who would never do something so rash before, to lose sense self, and its things like that breakdown that can happen." He reaches across and turns you to face him. "Either one of us could be right, or wrong, but, you can't place the blame on yourself, he kept it hidden so well, and as far as I understand, he even refused treatment, stop dragging yourself down like this." He pauses, taking a sip from his mug. "Greave, yes, but stop harming yourself over it in the process."

Pryus-Talbot closes her eyes gently and tears form before rolling over her skin, her fingers clasp around her mug a little tighter. His words hurt but she knew it was right, she knew Ben was far from perfect - stubborn, rude and firm just to name a few. "I don't want to let him go."

Giellun nods. "I know." he watches her calmly. "But, you're going to have to, he may have been a lot of things, and done a lot of them wrong, but I know he cared for you, and if there is anything I believe, he wouldn't want you to do this to yourself."

Pryus-Talbot wipes her eyes with the back of her hand and watches the Romulan in front of her, she says nothing just sitting quietly.

Giellun smiles softly. "I know it’s going to be hard, but I also know you to be a strong woman, and you will be able to put it all in its proper perspective, and if you need any more help, I'll be glad to sit with you more."

Pryus-Talbot nods her head gently and sweeps back her drying hair behind her ear, "I will try."

Giellun nods and smiles again, taking another sip from his cup. "I do hope so."

Pryus-Talbot puts down her partially drunk tea, "Thank you for your advice, I think I need some time alone."

Giellun nods. "Of course." He sets his cup down as well, now empty. "Take time and think about what I said, I'll be reachable if needed." He rises from the table, turning to head to the door.

Pryus-Talbot also stands to retreat to her quarters to plan her husband’s memorial.

The door leading to Out slides open.
Giellun leaves for Promenade - Section B.

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