Lt. Cmdr. Alex Brodie “Dinner Guess(t)”
Alexander Brodie
“Dinner Guess(t)”
((Counselling Suites, Deck Ten, USS Chin’toka))
Alexander Brodie was tired…frustrated…and oddly thirsty.
He had just returned from a diplomatic dinner aboard Starbase One and, being a diplomatic event, he was in his best dress uniform, which he hated. He didn’t like the cut, he didn’t like the feel, and he didn’t like the general showiness of it – that wasn’t his style; but this was a diplomatic dinner with the Valcarians and, in all honesty, some of their uniforms would have put Field Marshal Georgy Zhukov to shame – so there was an element of gamesmanship in wearing it.
Apparently, you simply weren’t anyone unless you had half the Bank of Bolias hanging off your chest.
He’d been invited primarily as an observer as a favour to the diplomatic corps – sit quietly, have a nice meal and read the room. Listen to what was being said, watch the faces, see what we can digest,
It had been exhausting…and almost a complete waste of time.
The reputation for arrogance was well founded. He’d been around a lot of people who had delusions of grandeur but none quite as entrained as in Valcarians. Their belief in a manifest destiny of galactic rule was well founded…and Starfleet had little true desire to engage in any deeply meaningful way.
So, he’d watched a group of Federation diplomats engaging in lip service with a group of Valcarian representatives who were, in their eyes, humouring one of the lesser races in the galaxy. The apathetic force meets the disinterested object.
He needed a dark room and a cup of tea…which is how he found himself in his own suite of offices.
He took off his jacket and hung it over the chair and went to the replicator to call up one of his personal blends.
Brodie: One Starry Night tea.
The system warmed into life and a glass cup of the reddish-purple liquid materialised, steam coming off it. It was a blend that his sister had come up with. She was the big tea drinker – he generally preferred coffee – but it was a bit late in the day for that. It was a blend of apple, rosehip, hibiscus, eucalyptus, mallow flowers, orange peel, elderberries, lavender, sunflower petals and cornflowers. Being an art lover, he’d commented that the assemblage looked a lot like Starry Night by Van Gogh…and that’s how the name stuck.
He took the cup and laid out on the couch – he’d not sat on it for a while and forgot how comfortable it was. He laid back and sipped his herbal infusion and felt the tension ease from his shoulders. It could only have been a minute or two but it felt like the fog was clearing slightly.
And then the door chime went.
He opened his eyes and looked at the door – suspiciously. Maybe he’d imagined it…drifted off and dreamt tha…
The chime went again…he wanted to ignore it…but, much like the uniform, that wasn’t his style.
Brodie: ::Taking a sip:: Come in…
Any: Response
Brodie: ::Sitting up and smiling:: We are open all hours…as long as you don’t mind the less than regulation "jacket off" approach.
Any: Response
((OOC: Open invite on the tags))
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Lt. Cmdr. Alexander W. Brodie
Counselor
Writer ID.: A239005BM0
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