The Romulan Ocean of Coffee (RP Log)

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14 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.


Pryus-Talbot steps into the coffee house tiredly she pulls her blanket around her shoulders and silently makes her way to the counter to place an order.

Giellun is sitting back at a corner table, reading from his datapad, a fresh pot of coffee in front of him, and his mug full as well.

Pryus-Talbot strokes the side of her face gently as she tries to decide what to order, the sedative had left her a little groggy and struggling to find her concentration, "Uh, a strong coffee please. I just need to come round a bit." She starts feeling the need to explain herself knowing that the Bolian would probably report back to Senka about her activities and her visit. "And ... something to eat, it doesn't matter what." She shrugs a little and shakes her head.

Giellun raises his head, looking at the man behind the counter, then points to a particular pastry behind the glass. "GIve her that with the coffee." He says, then turns back to his reading.

Pryus-Talbot gives the Romulan a look of understanding, she was a mess but what else was anyone to expect? She was out of her quarters at least, it was a start. After a moment she replies, "Thank you." Her body ached from everything she had experienced, she stood there not really knowing what to do with herself evidently lost.

Giellun looks up slightly, one eye flicking to Pryus for a moment. "You can take a seat, no one will bother you."

Pryus-Talbot nods and moves into the nearest seat, her body automatically slouched as she leant again at arm rest. Her fingers prized the sleep from her eyes, it was the most she'd had since everything had kicked off but it wasn't voluntary. As the coffee and pasty was set down in front of her she stares at it blankly, she didn't feel hungry and the thought of eating made her feel sick.

Giellun sets his padd down and studies the betazoid. "Something tells me you haven't eaten." He shakes his head slightly. "You should do so, at least a little bit."

Pryus-Talbot sighs at the Romulan's words as she continues to stare at what is before her. "I had some toast last night, before I was sedated." She states matter of factly. Her eyes slowly move across the room to settle on Giellun, she swallows softly praying he wouldn't offer the usual words to someone in mourning. She didn't want to cry in public again.

Giellun nod slightly and gives a slight shrug of the shoulders. "It’s your choice, but it’s just a suggestion." He turns back to his table, refilling his cup and taking a drink, deciding not to comment further.

"If I don't eat, he will only tell Senka and that will take a path I really don't want to go down." Kailyn referred to the Bolian behind the counter who was idly listening to the conversation as he polished the drink ware with a worn white cloth. She begins to sit forward looking down at the plate, she pulls it onto her lap and tears off a small piece of pastry before putting it into her mouth.

Giellun tilts his head just slightly. "Perhaps." He gestures for one of the chocolates for himself. "I think, the Lieutenant would know either way."

Pryus-Talbot raises her brows in agreement. The luxurious buttery texture of the pastry was lost on her as she chews, it was just sustenance now. She'd had her orders, not official order but unwritten ones that if she didn't fulfil them of her own accord she would be made to do so as consequence. Kailyn had been told to attempt socialisation but she didn't know what to talk about and she was sure no one knew what to say to her that wouldn't end in tears. She pulls another piece of pastry off with the shaky fingers.

Pryus-Talbot closes her eyes as she chews trying to think of something to say that wouldn't lead back to Ben. "Did they catch who grenaded the temple?" She asks quietly firmly pressing her lips together as she returns her gaze to the Romulan.

Giellun looks up for a moment shaking his head. "Dhat, and I doubt that person will be found."

Pryus-Talbot nods once and picks up her oversized cup of coffee she had been given, normally it wouldn't have be a problem but now it may have have been an ocean in front of her. She had made an attempt at social interaction, it wasn't her fault it had failed. Was it? Taking the cup in both hands she lifted it to her lips and drew in a mouthful, it tasted like ash but she swallowed causing her face to screw up in disgust.

Giellun turns back again, taking a long drink from his own coffee, glancing over at the counter then back to his own table, shaking his head slowly.

Pryus-Talbot lowers the cup again to the table and runs a hand over her mouth grimacing, her eyes close again as she tries to collect herself. A soft sigh escapes her parted lips as she returns her attention to the pastry in her lap.

Pryus-Talbot closes her eyes again and speaks softly, "Please just talk about something, anything. Power levels and conduits or your opinion on the finer art of baristering." She pleads not really caring that she probably just made up a new word for being a barista.

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