Lt Imril - Meanwhile, In Stately Bergmen Manor...
Chris Taylor
(( Main road to Bergmen’s residence, Gideon ))
One look at the place, even from afar, and it was abundantly clear that Imril and Ollie had had very different upbringings. The glass-walled edifice of the main building was practically a palace compared to the place that they'd been born into and walled behind. Caught on the wrong side of political compromises that Bactrica’s reformers had made with the faction that would not budge in their Pre-Dominion War ways.
At the gate, Ollie dropped his backpack and grinned at Imril as he knelt to rummage through the pockets.
Bergmen: I know, I know, I should have took it out sooner.
Part of Imril, the sly and sneaky part that they didn't let out often, wondered how long it’d take to crack the lock. A place this spiffy had more security in place than just one lock, of course.
Ollie managed to find the GDO, opening the way inside with a single click. Behind the gate, trees shaded a dirt road. Then around the pool and inside.
(( Bergmen’s residence, Gideon ))
Ollie paused at the corner and gazed through the glass wall into the living room. Apparently not surprised to not see anyone there. Nor was Imril. His family had some sort of recreational resort empire to run, after all.
A clear path led to a sliding door. Ollie entered the living room from the courtyard porch and gestured to Imril to follow.
Before entering, Imril stopped at the doormat to take off their slip-on sneakers and tap out some dirt and pebbles that had gotten in there. They put them back on before entering; Gideons, or at least these Gideons, didn’t find wearing shoes inside offensive.
Bergmen: Welcome to Bergmen Residence, Lieutenant. ::smiles:: The room is on the floor, second door on the left, bathroom included. Will you want something to eat first… or we can go to the beach catch some waves before the others arrive? Or just enjoy the pool, if you wanna stay here… or if you just want some time out without water, I’m sure there will be a bike or two in the garage.
Imril: Oh, no. I’m not about to risk breaking someone else’s toys on the first day. I’m still stinging from that drumming-down I got from the Captain for breaking her skiff, as it is.
Not to mention everything they didn’t break in the process. Next time they had to wreck a ship to save an away team, they were going to take a page from Nat’s book and blow everything to smithereens.
Ollie slightly nodded and stroked Imril's back.
Imril: I’m all for getting the lay of the land. Beach, woods, wherever the road takes us. Starting to think I didn’t pack the right shoes for these dirt roads, though. ::Shrugs:: That’s what replicators are for, I suppose.
Bergmen: Ok, up to you. Just give me a minute, and then we’ll find something for you. I’m quite sure you’ll have Manow’s size.
Manow was the sister. Second of four siblings. The one that had joined the family business. Given the lifespan of Gideons, she probably had a long wait ahead of her to take it over completely from her father.
Imril: No, thanks. I’m not the kind to borrow things from people I haven't met yet. Let alone someone who can have me banned from… Just how many resorts does your family own?
The young couple were still feeling out how much of their pasts they were comfortable discussing. Ollie know knew enough details about their past to know why they didn’t like talking about their past. He knew about the sister who had contacted them, and why the very idea of answering had stressed them so. And they, in turn, knew just enough about Ollie’s family to know there were tensions surrounding his choice of occupation. They hadn't pried any further than Ollie was prepared to go.
But it was kind of odd to be so cagey about a piece of public information which could be disclosed with a simple “Hello, Computer?”
Bergmen: response
Imril sealed their insistence on declining to wear any of Manow’s things without the opportunity to ask her first with a quick kiss.
Imril: Seriously. I’ll make due until I find a replimat. And I’ll use my own replicator credits, too. ::Playfully:: I’m sure we’ll all find plenty of ways to make this introduction awkward without me coming off like some kind of latinum-digger.
Before Ollie could protest the comment, Imril started moving their luggage to the indicated room. The decorations on display along the way underscored that Ollie had undersold just how well-off his family was.
Bergmen: response
Imril: Because I’ve never done this before. And I want to do it right. Or at least as right as can be with limited prior experience to draw from.
Honestly, they were still working out how to do ‘this’ with one of their own relatives, let alone their boyfriend’s.
Bergmen: response
TAGS/TBC
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Lieutenant Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12